Chapter 25-Back?
A/N The day Hermione woke up in the hospital wing was the same day Draco was taken, just at night (double potions was in the morning). And it is now the Friday of that week.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot
Draco's POV
Draco stumbled into the Prefects common room. He muttered something incoherent even to himself and stumbled up to his room (note, his room, not Hermione's), slamming the door behind him. He stared at the red comforter on his bed. 'Why is that thing here, that is the Gryffindor color?' He tore the blanket off the bed and went to bed with just his sheets on, too tired to do anything else, and drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Hermione's POV
Hermione woke up from a thankfully dreamless sleep. And sat up on her bed. She remembered parts of last night; she had cried herself to sleep. That explained why she was still in her clothes. She slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Upon her return to her bedroom, which was her sanctuary, a sympathetic Susan stopped her. "Come on, let's go get you some food from the kitchens," Susan put her arms around Hermione's shoulders in a comforting way.
Hermione allowed herself to be led to the kitchens, after Susan convinced her to brush her hair and wash her face. Little Dragon and whispers followed Hermione; she caught a first year Gryffndor telling a friend behind her back, "Yeah, she told Snape to go to Hell, that's why our points are so low. But can you just imagine the look on his face," the girl giggled to her friend. So Hermione walked on, but a small smile adorned her lips, a true smile that reached her eyes, but not her broken heart (aww, how poetic of me.). At the kitchens Hermione ate two pieces of toast and a glass of orange juice.
"Come on, Hermione, you must be hungrier than that, have some eggs or bacon," Her eyes were pleading, so Hermione ate a piece of bacon and refused any other requests. She just wanted Draco, not food or drink, just her love. That would quench any thirst of hers. Little did she know that Draco was up in his room sleeping.
Terry's POV (my readers, you will figure out why this isn't Draco's later)
Terry woke up to the sun across his face. "Stupid bed hangings," he muttered. He rolled over and looked at his clock. "Two o'clock, how could I have slept so late? Oh well, it is the weekend after all," Terry crawled out of bed and went to use the restroom. In the common room was Draco, sitting on his couch, reading a book, with his green blanket over his legs. "Boy is Hermione gonna be glad to see you. You should go to her immediately. She has been moping over you for a whole week and barely eating anything," Terry said, still walking to the bathroom. He didn't hear Draco's reply, nor see the flicker of confusion cross his face.
Hermione's POV
Hermione walked back to the Prefects common room with Little Dragon in her arms. Little Dragon looked up at her and spoke with pity evident in her voice, Little Dragon whimpered in sympathy and they were silent.
Finally they were at the portrait. Hermione dully said the password and the woman she now knew as Rowena Ravenclaw swung forward for her admittance. Hermione entered the common room and was about to head for her bedroom when she saw a lump and a book on the green couch. She squealed and ran over and hugged Draco. "Where were you, I was so worried for you, oh I missed you so much, you can tell me what happened, all that matters now is that you're back!" Hermione hugged Draco again. Draco pushed her away, confusion on his open face before it disappeared behind his barrier of emotion.
"What are you talking about, and why the heck are you hugging me, get your filthy mudblood arms off of me," Draco's face was still impassive, but Hermione could see confusion and hatred in his eyes, but not the love that had appeared there during the last year.
Draco's POV (I'm sorry, but I can't hide his true feelings from you any longer *author runs from the room, sobbing* at the upcoming horrors)
I stared at the mudblood who had her arms around me as though she was in love with me. What was wrong with her, did she somehow think that I liked her, forget love her, that was too extreme for my mind. She seemed to be in love with me, but how can that be if I didn't love her as well. She pulled her arms off me as though burnt and then she just sat there, watching me with wide eyes. I could see the hurt in those eyes, but why was she hurt, I didn't like her, never did, never would. Bossy know it all mudblood, she was too smart for her own good, why would she hug you, as if you were in love with her, she of all people should know what enemies were at first sight. She had tears in her eyes now and stood up shakily and walked to her room where I could now hear sobbing. No doubt Granger expected me to go up there and comfort her, but why. We were enemies, always were and always would be, why did she suddenly expect any different?
It didn't matter, girls were just as unexplainable as mudbloods, and both together were very amusing, and confusing. And hate-able. Pretty soon Hermione came back down with a cloak and walked into the Gryffindor common room. Draco didn't even look up from his book, he just kept reading.
Hermione's POV
Hermione went upstairs to her dormitory and cried. How awful, it was like he didn't even love her anymore, she was just a mudblood and he a pureblood. He had acted like he had never loved her, and never would. She eventually stopped crying and stood up. She grabbed her cloak and walked into the Gryffindor common room to tell Harry and Ron. Then she stopped and turned around. They would just want to beat him to death and she wanted to find out what was wrong. But she wasn't ready tonight, so she just went up to her bedroom and cried herself to sleep.
A/N The day Hermione woke up in the hospital wing was the same day Draco was taken, just at night (double potions was in the morning). And it is now the Friday of that week.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot
Draco's POV
Draco stumbled into the Prefects common room. He muttered something incoherent even to himself and stumbled up to his room (note, his room, not Hermione's), slamming the door behind him. He stared at the red comforter on his bed. 'Why is that thing here, that is the Gryffindor color?' He tore the blanket off the bed and went to bed with just his sheets on, too tired to do anything else, and drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Hermione's POV
Hermione woke up from a thankfully dreamless sleep. And sat up on her bed. She remembered parts of last night; she had cried herself to sleep. That explained why she was still in her clothes. She slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Upon her return to her bedroom, which was her sanctuary, a sympathetic Susan stopped her. "Come on, let's go get you some food from the kitchens," Susan put her arms around Hermione's shoulders in a comforting way.
Hermione allowed herself to be led to the kitchens, after Susan convinced her to brush her hair and wash her face. Little Dragon and whispers followed Hermione; she caught a first year Gryffndor telling a friend behind her back, "Yeah, she told Snape to go to Hell, that's why our points are so low. But can you just imagine the look on his face," the girl giggled to her friend. So Hermione walked on, but a small smile adorned her lips, a true smile that reached her eyes, but not her broken heart (aww, how poetic of me.). At the kitchens Hermione ate two pieces of toast and a glass of orange juice.
"Come on, Hermione, you must be hungrier than that, have some eggs or bacon," Her eyes were pleading, so Hermione ate a piece of bacon and refused any other requests. She just wanted Draco, not food or drink, just her love. That would quench any thirst of hers. Little did she know that Draco was up in his room sleeping.
Terry's POV (my readers, you will figure out why this isn't Draco's later)
Terry woke up to the sun across his face. "Stupid bed hangings," he muttered. He rolled over and looked at his clock. "Two o'clock, how could I have slept so late? Oh well, it is the weekend after all," Terry crawled out of bed and went to use the restroom. In the common room was Draco, sitting on his couch, reading a book, with his green blanket over his legs. "Boy is Hermione gonna be glad to see you. You should go to her immediately. She has been moping over you for a whole week and barely eating anything," Terry said, still walking to the bathroom. He didn't hear Draco's reply, nor see the flicker of confusion cross his face.
Hermione's POV
Hermione walked back to the Prefects common room with Little Dragon in her arms. Little Dragon looked up at her and spoke with pity evident in her voice, Little Dragon whimpered in sympathy and they were silent.
Finally they were at the portrait. Hermione dully said the password and the woman she now knew as Rowena Ravenclaw swung forward for her admittance. Hermione entered the common room and was about to head for her bedroom when she saw a lump and a book on the green couch. She squealed and ran over and hugged Draco. "Where were you, I was so worried for you, oh I missed you so much, you can tell me what happened, all that matters now is that you're back!" Hermione hugged Draco again. Draco pushed her away, confusion on his open face before it disappeared behind his barrier of emotion.
"What are you talking about, and why the heck are you hugging me, get your filthy mudblood arms off of me," Draco's face was still impassive, but Hermione could see confusion and hatred in his eyes, but not the love that had appeared there during the last year.
Draco's POV (I'm sorry, but I can't hide his true feelings from you any longer *author runs from the room, sobbing* at the upcoming horrors)
I stared at the mudblood who had her arms around me as though she was in love with me. What was wrong with her, did she somehow think that I liked her, forget love her, that was too extreme for my mind. She seemed to be in love with me, but how can that be if I didn't love her as well. She pulled her arms off me as though burnt and then she just sat there, watching me with wide eyes. I could see the hurt in those eyes, but why was she hurt, I didn't like her, never did, never would. Bossy know it all mudblood, she was too smart for her own good, why would she hug you, as if you were in love with her, she of all people should know what enemies were at first sight. She had tears in her eyes now and stood up shakily and walked to her room where I could now hear sobbing. No doubt Granger expected me to go up there and comfort her, but why. We were enemies, always were and always would be, why did she suddenly expect any different?
It didn't matter, girls were just as unexplainable as mudbloods, and both together were very amusing, and confusing. And hate-able. Pretty soon Hermione came back down with a cloak and walked into the Gryffindor common room. Draco didn't even look up from his book, he just kept reading.
Hermione's POV
Hermione went upstairs to her dormitory and cried. How awful, it was like he didn't even love her anymore, she was just a mudblood and he a pureblood. He had acted like he had never loved her, and never would. She eventually stopped crying and stood up. She grabbed her cloak and walked into the Gryffindor common room to tell Harry and Ron. Then she stopped and turned around. They would just want to beat him to death and she wanted to find out what was wrong. But she wasn't ready tonight, so she just went up to her bedroom and cried herself to sleep.
