Chapter 5-Why did you do it?
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Draco caught up with Hermione on the sixth floor. "Why did you do it?" he asked.
"Do what?" Hermione replied.
"Wake me up," Draco said. Both of them were gasping for breath now.
"Why did you catch me when I crashed into you, why don't you call me mudblood any more, what were you dreaming about when I woke you up and why did you carry me up to bed that first night?" There were only four more flights of stairs to go.
"You knew about?" He asked startled.
"Light sleeper," she said simply.
"Hey, then you snuggled up to me on purpose!"
"Maybe," She said, grinning mischievously.
They ran down the last flight of stairs and sprinted out the door.
The whole class stared at Hermione and Draco as they came running over the lawn. Hermione collapsed at Harry's feet, gasping for breath, and quickly checked her watch. They had made it in time, but just barely. Once she had regained the power to breathe normally she stood up and gave Harry a big hug. "Hello, cousin," Harry looked at her like she was burping slugs. "Look, it all makes sense, my father said my sisters, my sister, so I took it to mean he only had one sister. He said his nephew had gone to live with muggles, and also that his sister was killed by Voldemort, that was my aunt, your mother."
Harry nodded, he didn't know what to think. Hermione seemed to read his thoughts though. "I'll let this sink in, and I can, well, I think I can, prove it."
Draco's POV
Draco was in the mansion, his father was beating him again. Suddenly he heard a voice, it was calling him, "Malfoy, Malfoy," He lost count of the 50 curses his father was punishing him with. Now he would have to start over, and his father would do another round of fifty until he counted right. He heard the voice again, "Draco, Draco," it said, and then he felt something on his shoulder and the voice said, one last time, "Draco?" He whipped around and grabbed the image of his father by the arms, in a death grip. Then he heard a yelp, his father wouldn't yelp. This wasn't his father. He let go and heard the voice again . "Draco, wake up, you're just dreaming," it said. Finally he woke up. Half way across the room was Hermione. He looked at her, saw the scared look in her eyes, and turned away. She then said "We have seven minutes to get to care of magical creatures," and then she was gone. He ran up to his room and grabbed a robe, then raced to catch up with Hermione, she was on the sixth floor.
While running with her he asked, "Why did you do it?" After all the hurt he had done to her and her friends, he would have expected her to leave him, to humiliate him.
"Do what?" She was panting now, as was he.
"Wake me up," why didn't she know what he was talking about.
"Why did you catch me when I crashed into you, why don't you call me mudblood any more, what were you dreaming about when I woke you up and why did you carry me up to bed that first night?" She said simply.
"You knew about?" He asked in disbelief, he had thought she was sleeping.
"Light sleeper," she said simply.
"Hey, then you snuggled up to me on purpose!"
"Maybe," She said, grinning mischievously.
They sprinted down the last flight of stairs and onto the lawn. The whole class stared at them as they sprinted up.
Draco watched as Hermione collapsed next to Potty and looked at her watch. She seemed happy, so he guessed they weren't late. Then she got up and hugged Scarhead, saying something he couldn't hear to him. Just then Pansy walked up, and encircling him with her arms, "Drakey-Poo, what were you doing with the mudblood, she probably got her icky germs on you," Draco pushed Pansy away.
"Get the heck off me," Draco muttered, pushing her away.
"But, Drakey-Poo, don't you love me?" Pansy said, looking close to tears.
"No, you told yourself that lie," Draco said.
"Fine then," she said huffily, and walked away.
Draco was happy that he had gotten rid of her, but he knew she would be back, pretending like he had wanted to apologize for his actions. Then he started thinking, if she purposefully snuggled up close, that would mean she likes - no! She doesn't like me. I've been ruining her life for four years. How could she possibly like me? Wait a minute here, I was thinking about liking someone, not loving them. Love is weird, you don't choose who you fall in love with, you just do. Well, so, you know you do love her even if you are not ready to admit it.
Hermione's POV
"Uh, Draco? Uh, are you feeling okay?" Hermione was looking up at Draco anxiously, his eyes looked glazed over. He was probably just thinking, but you never know.
"Yes, Granger?" She had expected this type of addressing and just kept on talking.
"Since we were almost late, everyone was already paired up, so we have to work together."
"Right, what are we doing?" Draco said, not realizing that he was staring.
"You weren't listening, were you?" He shook his head. "We have to go and observe one of the magical creatures around Hogwarts, sketch it and write down what it eats and everything. Oh, and one more thing, would you quit staring at me?" His staring had quite unnerved her, then suddenly, as though just noticed he was staring he blushed slightly and turned away. "C'mon, let's go find something," she said, and began walking off. After a few seconds she turned around to see Draco standing where he was, staring again. She marched back to him and grabbed his wrist. He snapped into the living world at her touch. "Geez, come on, I was starting to think that what I said to you on the train was true."
"Sorry," he mumbled to her as she led him away, but making no move to make her let go.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot
Draco caught up with Hermione on the sixth floor. "Why did you do it?" he asked.
"Do what?" Hermione replied.
"Wake me up," Draco said. Both of them were gasping for breath now.
"Why did you catch me when I crashed into you, why don't you call me mudblood any more, what were you dreaming about when I woke you up and why did you carry me up to bed that first night?" There were only four more flights of stairs to go.
"You knew about?" He asked startled.
"Light sleeper," she said simply.
"Hey, then you snuggled up to me on purpose!"
"Maybe," She said, grinning mischievously.
They ran down the last flight of stairs and sprinted out the door.
The whole class stared at Hermione and Draco as they came running over the lawn. Hermione collapsed at Harry's feet, gasping for breath, and quickly checked her watch. They had made it in time, but just barely. Once she had regained the power to breathe normally she stood up and gave Harry a big hug. "Hello, cousin," Harry looked at her like she was burping slugs. "Look, it all makes sense, my father said my sisters, my sister, so I took it to mean he only had one sister. He said his nephew had gone to live with muggles, and also that his sister was killed by Voldemort, that was my aunt, your mother."
Harry nodded, he didn't know what to think. Hermione seemed to read his thoughts though. "I'll let this sink in, and I can, well, I think I can, prove it."
Draco's POV
Draco was in the mansion, his father was beating him again. Suddenly he heard a voice, it was calling him, "Malfoy, Malfoy," He lost count of the 50 curses his father was punishing him with. Now he would have to start over, and his father would do another round of fifty until he counted right. He heard the voice again, "Draco, Draco," it said, and then he felt something on his shoulder and the voice said, one last time, "Draco?" He whipped around and grabbed the image of his father by the arms, in a death grip. Then he heard a yelp, his father wouldn't yelp. This wasn't his father. He let go and heard the voice again . "Draco, wake up, you're just dreaming," it said. Finally he woke up. Half way across the room was Hermione. He looked at her, saw the scared look in her eyes, and turned away. She then said "We have seven minutes to get to care of magical creatures," and then she was gone. He ran up to his room and grabbed a robe, then raced to catch up with Hermione, she was on the sixth floor.
While running with her he asked, "Why did you do it?" After all the hurt he had done to her and her friends, he would have expected her to leave him, to humiliate him.
"Do what?" She was panting now, as was he.
"Wake me up," why didn't she know what he was talking about.
"Why did you catch me when I crashed into you, why don't you call me mudblood any more, what were you dreaming about when I woke you up and why did you carry me up to bed that first night?" She said simply.
"You knew about?" He asked in disbelief, he had thought she was sleeping.
"Light sleeper," she said simply.
"Hey, then you snuggled up to me on purpose!"
"Maybe," She said, grinning mischievously.
They sprinted down the last flight of stairs and onto the lawn. The whole class stared at them as they sprinted up.
Draco watched as Hermione collapsed next to Potty and looked at her watch. She seemed happy, so he guessed they weren't late. Then she got up and hugged Scarhead, saying something he couldn't hear to him. Just then Pansy walked up, and encircling him with her arms, "Drakey-Poo, what were you doing with the mudblood, she probably got her icky germs on you," Draco pushed Pansy away.
"Get the heck off me," Draco muttered, pushing her away.
"But, Drakey-Poo, don't you love me?" Pansy said, looking close to tears.
"No, you told yourself that lie," Draco said.
"Fine then," she said huffily, and walked away.
Draco was happy that he had gotten rid of her, but he knew she would be back, pretending like he had wanted to apologize for his actions. Then he started thinking, if she purposefully snuggled up close, that would mean she likes - no! She doesn't like me. I've been ruining her life for four years. How could she possibly like me? Wait a minute here, I was thinking about liking someone, not loving them. Love is weird, you don't choose who you fall in love with, you just do. Well, so, you know you do love her even if you are not ready to admit it.
Hermione's POV
"Uh, Draco? Uh, are you feeling okay?" Hermione was looking up at Draco anxiously, his eyes looked glazed over. He was probably just thinking, but you never know.
"Yes, Granger?" She had expected this type of addressing and just kept on talking.
"Since we were almost late, everyone was already paired up, so we have to work together."
"Right, what are we doing?" Draco said, not realizing that he was staring.
"You weren't listening, were you?" He shook his head. "We have to go and observe one of the magical creatures around Hogwarts, sketch it and write down what it eats and everything. Oh, and one more thing, would you quit staring at me?" His staring had quite unnerved her, then suddenly, as though just noticed he was staring he blushed slightly and turned away. "C'mon, let's go find something," she said, and began walking off. After a few seconds she turned around to see Draco standing where he was, staring again. She marched back to him and grabbed his wrist. He snapped into the living world at her touch. "Geez, come on, I was starting to think that what I said to you on the train was true."
"Sorry," he mumbled to her as she led him away, but making no move to make her let go.
