Title: Ready or Not
Summary: We make various decisions everyday, whether it maybe what pants we wear or where we want to go to school. either way every decision we make changes the course we take in our lives...so who will Hermione choose? This story is not only about choices, but also about life's punishments and rewards. So, relax and I hope you enjoy the story.
Rating: R
Pairing: HG/DM
Editor/Technical stuff: yummyjajangmyun(she has stories too! Check them out!)
Chapter 5~
She stood frozen and speechless. There were no thoughts going through her head nor were there any types of emotions; except of shock.
"I-I-I mean…Don't leave, not just yet, because I have to show you something." said Malfoy in a quivering voice. Hermoine just looked at him, wondering what he was getting at.
He took her hand and pulled her to the door. He opened the door, and they were running through the ghostly halls of Hogwarts. It seemed like they were running though a never-ending maze. They were in corridors that she never knew existed. There were turns left and right until they stood in front of the broom closet. Malfoy took a one out and settled himself and Hermoine on the broomstick. Then, they flew out the window. There was a quarter moon swimming with the stars and the night air combed through her hair and cloak.
They flew, for what seemed like thirty minutes, and finally landed on top of a cliff. Hermoine looked down and she noticed that they were over-looking the ocean. The ocean air intoxicated her senses, filling up her lungs. The scenery looked just perfect, but she was soon interrupted by Malfoy.
"Like it? I usually come up here when I have to think or something like that you know? Or like when I'm just stressed out and need to breathe or something."
Hermoine kept quiet, not knowing what to say and wondering why he brought her up here; to a place that seemed like very personal to him.
"You seem quiet today. What are you thinking about?" asked Malfoy as he walked carefully towards her. Her back was facing him and he was only at arms reach away from her. She quickly turned around and her hair whipped his face. She had a quizzical look and her hands were clenched in a fist.
"I don't understand why you would bring me, to such a place… to a place that apparently, means a lot to you. People usually keep these things a secret, and I'm wondering what you're getting at. Are you playing a joke on me again? Do you think I'm really that stupid? I mean years and, I mean YEARS, of torment and teasing, why suddenly...me?
"Hermoine, I've already told you!"
"I'm done talking yet, and I know you've told me that you've changed and such, but no matter what you say I just can't get rid of that feeling of disgust and utter hatred towards you. Every time I look at you…I- I feel like ringing your neck or something, or I just want to stay away from you! Do you understand?!" Hermoine's breath was hard and she was gasping for breath. Her face seemed hot and she was fuming with anger. Malfoy's face started to cringe and his brow started to wrinkle.
"You know what Granger?! I know you need some scientific proof or evidence that I've changed, and I wish I can show it to you, but I can't! You just have to witness it yourself! And you know what else? You may think that I'm not good enough to change, and that I'm too much of a bastard, but you know that I'm good as any other leaving creature on this crazy planet! You're not the only good one here, you think you're better then everyone else, but you're not! All I wanted was to be friends with you and just start my life all over again. I wanted to forget about my father, and what he did to our family's reputation.. and I just wanted to get rid of all memories of him by replacing them, what hopefully would be good ones, but people like you! Yes, you, Hermoine. Ignorant people like you keep me from achieving that." Malfoy, stared at her hoping she'd respond, or do something, but she didn't reply so he hopped on his broomstick and flew up to the sky, until he was no where to be seen.
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Hermoine woke up with guilt eating up her insides. She stayed up the whole night, just thinking about what Malfoy had said to her. It effected her in so many ways. His words felt like a ton of bricks. No one had ever been that brutally honest about anything to her. She realized that she needed to change and that she needed to accept the fact that he did change. She washed up and dressed for class. As she was making her way to potions, she met Ron. She decided to tell him about everything that happened last night and that she really did think that Malfoy had changed for good.
"Wow, Malfoy…being…good…that's hard to picture, but I don't know Hermoine I think that you should still watch yourself with him, and try to avoid him as much as possible."
"But he said…"
"I don't care what he said. I can't believe you're letting him go so easy after what he did to you on the train."
"Well, I beat him up pretty bad also… so it goes both ways."
"All I'm saying is that you should watch yourself, and don't let your guard down so easily." She nodded to his request, and headed to potions, taking a seat next to each other. Professor Snape was still teaching the class to both his and the students' disappointments. The class was still dark, and there were strange colored liquids bottled up in odd- shaped glasses and there were portraits of famous potionists and they all looked dark and mean towards Hermoine. She hated the whole environment of the class, but she shrugged it off and took out a piece of parchment and started to write down every word that was coming out of Professor Snape's mouth.
During lunch Hermoine was teaching Ron and Neville the new evaporation spell, by trying to evaporate the pear on the table, but they would either turn it into some other object or they would evaporate some other student eating peacefully besides them. Hermoine rolled her eyes and took a bite out of her bread. She turned around to the Slytherin table and saw Malfoy helping Priscilla with something from the History of Witches book. He looked so… peaceful and his features looked softer than she remembered last, and his eyes were bluer and his smile more genuine. It looked more of a smile than an evil grin. Malfoy looked up sensing someone was looking at him and Hermoine snapped back towards Ron and Neville. Neville was still occupied with trying to evaporate the same piece of fruit, but Ron looked at her oddly.
Later that day she went up to the perfect dormitories hoping to find Malfoy, so that she could talk to him. She looked around the common room and his bedroom, but he was no where to be found. She asked around, but no one had seen him. She plopped down on the red, 18th century velvet couch in front of the marble fireplace and stared into the fire, decideding to wait for him. She figured that he would have to come in before curfew.
One hour became two and two became three; soon it was one in the morning and everyone headed to bed. There was no one in the common room except for herself, sitting on the chaise longue forlorn. She thought that maybe he had passed the commons room and into his room, by using the invisibility spell or maybe transforming himself into some animal or some other's body, but then thought that was impossible and both tasks required highly trained wizards. She stretched one last time and prepared to go to bed. Just as she got up to leave she saw Malfoy walk into the room all wet and muddy. He was in his quidditch uniform and had his broom with him.
She got up quickly and just stood there, wondering if she should walk up to him or if he was going to walk towards her. Malfoy just stood there looking at her oddly asking himself why she was still awake. She finally decided to walk up to him.
His clothes were so soaked that the uniform was clinging onto his skin and his hair looked a little frozen. He looked ear down and tired, and she thought maybe she should talk to him at a different time. She took his hand and it was frozen. She lead him in front of the fireplace, implying that he should warm up and she started to walk towards the winding staircase.
"Wait." said Malfoy, and Hermoine's heart jumped and she stood there, debating on whether turning around to face him or to keep on moving up the stairs.
"Did you have to tell me something… I mean… why did you… I mean what are you doing up so late?" asked Malfoy, as he gently walked closer to her. Hermoine kept her head down, trying to avoid his quizzical eyes. She finally looked up and into his eyes… for one moment she was dumbfounded and all thoughts halted to a stop. She shook her head trying to get out of whatever she was in.
"Draco, I've been meaning to talk to you about something… you know what you said the night before? Well that really got to me, and you were right, what makes you so different or so undeserving for you not to change...you have rights as any human being… and I want to apologize for my immaturity." They stood quiet for several moments, and she wanted to hit herself. She hated awkward moments like these; she knew this was going to happen and she assumed Malfoy thought she was foolish for what she said. All these negative thoughts were coursing through her brain, when all of the sudden he hugged her. She was enclosed by his embrace, and was flabbergasted by this reaction. 'Malfoy… affectionate?' It took her a while to react, but she hugged him back, and as she did, the thought that had been prying at the back of her brain surfaced… 'what would happen next and what did this mean?'
Summary: We make various decisions everyday, whether it maybe what pants we wear or where we want to go to school. either way every decision we make changes the course we take in our lives...so who will Hermione choose? This story is not only about choices, but also about life's punishments and rewards. So, relax and I hope you enjoy the story.
Rating: R
Pairing: HG/DM
Editor/Technical stuff: yummyjajangmyun(she has stories too! Check them out!)
Chapter 5~
She stood frozen and speechless. There were no thoughts going through her head nor were there any types of emotions; except of shock.
"I-I-I mean…Don't leave, not just yet, because I have to show you something." said Malfoy in a quivering voice. Hermoine just looked at him, wondering what he was getting at.
He took her hand and pulled her to the door. He opened the door, and they were running through the ghostly halls of Hogwarts. It seemed like they were running though a never-ending maze. They were in corridors that she never knew existed. There were turns left and right until they stood in front of the broom closet. Malfoy took a one out and settled himself and Hermoine on the broomstick. Then, they flew out the window. There was a quarter moon swimming with the stars and the night air combed through her hair and cloak.
They flew, for what seemed like thirty minutes, and finally landed on top of a cliff. Hermoine looked down and she noticed that they were over-looking the ocean. The ocean air intoxicated her senses, filling up her lungs. The scenery looked just perfect, but she was soon interrupted by Malfoy.
"Like it? I usually come up here when I have to think or something like that you know? Or like when I'm just stressed out and need to breathe or something."
Hermoine kept quiet, not knowing what to say and wondering why he brought her up here; to a place that seemed like very personal to him.
"You seem quiet today. What are you thinking about?" asked Malfoy as he walked carefully towards her. Her back was facing him and he was only at arms reach away from her. She quickly turned around and her hair whipped his face. She had a quizzical look and her hands were clenched in a fist.
"I don't understand why you would bring me, to such a place… to a place that apparently, means a lot to you. People usually keep these things a secret, and I'm wondering what you're getting at. Are you playing a joke on me again? Do you think I'm really that stupid? I mean years and, I mean YEARS, of torment and teasing, why suddenly...me?
"Hermoine, I've already told you!"
"I'm done talking yet, and I know you've told me that you've changed and such, but no matter what you say I just can't get rid of that feeling of disgust and utter hatred towards you. Every time I look at you…I- I feel like ringing your neck or something, or I just want to stay away from you! Do you understand?!" Hermoine's breath was hard and she was gasping for breath. Her face seemed hot and she was fuming with anger. Malfoy's face started to cringe and his brow started to wrinkle.
"You know what Granger?! I know you need some scientific proof or evidence that I've changed, and I wish I can show it to you, but I can't! You just have to witness it yourself! And you know what else? You may think that I'm not good enough to change, and that I'm too much of a bastard, but you know that I'm good as any other leaving creature on this crazy planet! You're not the only good one here, you think you're better then everyone else, but you're not! All I wanted was to be friends with you and just start my life all over again. I wanted to forget about my father, and what he did to our family's reputation.. and I just wanted to get rid of all memories of him by replacing them, what hopefully would be good ones, but people like you! Yes, you, Hermoine. Ignorant people like you keep me from achieving that." Malfoy, stared at her hoping she'd respond, or do something, but she didn't reply so he hopped on his broomstick and flew up to the sky, until he was no where to be seen.
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Hermoine woke up with guilt eating up her insides. She stayed up the whole night, just thinking about what Malfoy had said to her. It effected her in so many ways. His words felt like a ton of bricks. No one had ever been that brutally honest about anything to her. She realized that she needed to change and that she needed to accept the fact that he did change. She washed up and dressed for class. As she was making her way to potions, she met Ron. She decided to tell him about everything that happened last night and that she really did think that Malfoy had changed for good.
"Wow, Malfoy…being…good…that's hard to picture, but I don't know Hermoine I think that you should still watch yourself with him, and try to avoid him as much as possible."
"But he said…"
"I don't care what he said. I can't believe you're letting him go so easy after what he did to you on the train."
"Well, I beat him up pretty bad also… so it goes both ways."
"All I'm saying is that you should watch yourself, and don't let your guard down so easily." She nodded to his request, and headed to potions, taking a seat next to each other. Professor Snape was still teaching the class to both his and the students' disappointments. The class was still dark, and there were strange colored liquids bottled up in odd- shaped glasses and there were portraits of famous potionists and they all looked dark and mean towards Hermoine. She hated the whole environment of the class, but she shrugged it off and took out a piece of parchment and started to write down every word that was coming out of Professor Snape's mouth.
During lunch Hermoine was teaching Ron and Neville the new evaporation spell, by trying to evaporate the pear on the table, but they would either turn it into some other object or they would evaporate some other student eating peacefully besides them. Hermoine rolled her eyes and took a bite out of her bread. She turned around to the Slytherin table and saw Malfoy helping Priscilla with something from the History of Witches book. He looked so… peaceful and his features looked softer than she remembered last, and his eyes were bluer and his smile more genuine. It looked more of a smile than an evil grin. Malfoy looked up sensing someone was looking at him and Hermoine snapped back towards Ron and Neville. Neville was still occupied with trying to evaporate the same piece of fruit, but Ron looked at her oddly.
Later that day she went up to the perfect dormitories hoping to find Malfoy, so that she could talk to him. She looked around the common room and his bedroom, but he was no where to be found. She asked around, but no one had seen him. She plopped down on the red, 18th century velvet couch in front of the marble fireplace and stared into the fire, decideding to wait for him. She figured that he would have to come in before curfew.
One hour became two and two became three; soon it was one in the morning and everyone headed to bed. There was no one in the common room except for herself, sitting on the chaise longue forlorn. She thought that maybe he had passed the commons room and into his room, by using the invisibility spell or maybe transforming himself into some animal or some other's body, but then thought that was impossible and both tasks required highly trained wizards. She stretched one last time and prepared to go to bed. Just as she got up to leave she saw Malfoy walk into the room all wet and muddy. He was in his quidditch uniform and had his broom with him.
She got up quickly and just stood there, wondering if she should walk up to him or if he was going to walk towards her. Malfoy just stood there looking at her oddly asking himself why she was still awake. She finally decided to walk up to him.
His clothes were so soaked that the uniform was clinging onto his skin and his hair looked a little frozen. He looked ear down and tired, and she thought maybe she should talk to him at a different time. She took his hand and it was frozen. She lead him in front of the fireplace, implying that he should warm up and she started to walk towards the winding staircase.
"Wait." said Malfoy, and Hermoine's heart jumped and she stood there, debating on whether turning around to face him or to keep on moving up the stairs.
"Did you have to tell me something… I mean… why did you… I mean what are you doing up so late?" asked Malfoy, as he gently walked closer to her. Hermoine kept her head down, trying to avoid his quizzical eyes. She finally looked up and into his eyes… for one moment she was dumbfounded and all thoughts halted to a stop. She shook her head trying to get out of whatever she was in.
"Draco, I've been meaning to talk to you about something… you know what you said the night before? Well that really got to me, and you were right, what makes you so different or so undeserving for you not to change...you have rights as any human being… and I want to apologize for my immaturity." They stood quiet for several moments, and she wanted to hit herself. She hated awkward moments like these; she knew this was going to happen and she assumed Malfoy thought she was foolish for what she said. All these negative thoughts were coursing through her brain, when all of the sudden he hugged her. She was enclosed by his embrace, and was flabbergasted by this reaction. 'Malfoy… affectionate?' It took her a while to react, but she hugged him back, and as she did, the thought that had been prying at the back of her brain surfaced… 'what would happen next and what did this mean?'
