I Can Feel It In My Heart
Chapter 4
"WHAT?!!"
Ginny was absolutely shocked. "You - you - " she pointed at Hermione and gasped. "You almost KISSED Malfoy?!"
"He almost kissed me," Hermione corrected her.
"And you LET HIM?"
"I couldn't forbid him do something he didn't even do!" Hermione said miserably. And Ginny realized.
"You wanted him to kiss you," she said slowly.
"No," Hermione tried to deny, but it was useless.
"You like Malfoy!"
Hermione sighed and nodded.
"You are falling for the Slytherin guy who has always called you Mudblood and picked on you and your friends," Ginny said flatly.
Hermione bit her lip.
"Well," said Ginny, "I guess I can deal with it."
"You can?" Hermione wasn't sure she heard her correctly.
"Yes," Ginny said, shrugging. "After all, I don't know him so well, all I know is that I've never heard anything good about him or about any of the Malfoys."
Hermione sighed.
"I think Harry will accept that too," said Ginny.
"Are you nuts?!" Hermione cried, "he hates Draco! He always had!" Then she noticed how naturally she said 'Draco' instead of 'Malfoy'.
"Trust me, after a little time he will accept," said Ginny. "There's just one thing that might affect him not to."
"Which is?"
"Ron."
"What about Ron?" Hermione asked, as if she didn't know.
"Come on, Hermione, don't pretend you didn't notice how much Ron loves you! You know he does. It's just so obvious. And knowing my brother." she sighed, "he won't be too happy to hear that you love somebody else, and least of all his worst enemy."
"Ginny, help me!" Hermione wailed and fell into her friend's arms. "What's happenning to me? I'm falling in love with Draco Malfoy!"
But Ginny couldn't help her. Hermione knew that.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The following day was Saturday.
Draco was taking a walk around the lawns, hoping to meet Hermione. He wanted so badly to talk to her again, to tell her how much he liked her, even to dare this time and kiss her. he had a feeling that she was beginning to like him too. He had to try.
He couldn't believe his luck when he saw Hermione walking all alone, not far from him. He began to walk towards her, and as she noticed him, she stopped and waited.
He smiled at her and she smiled back, a small, uncertain smile.
"How are you, Hermione?" he asked.
"I'm fine, how about you?" she said. He didn't believe it. She was actually nice to him.
"Now that I'm with you - very good."
Hermione blushed and they began to walk. Draco tried to make conversation and found it not difficult at all. They chatted for a few moments about teachers and subjects (she was surprised to hear his favorite subject was Arithmancy as well), and then Draco couldn't help it anymore.
"Hermione." he stopped and turned to her, and she stopped too. He took one of her hands in his. Tingles spread across his hand, but he tried to ignore it. She didn't pull her hand back. He noticed it and became more confident.
"Hermione, I've been wanting to tell you something ever since we came back to Hogwarts," he whispered.
"I'm listening," she whispered back. He looked deeply into the brown- chocolate of her eyes. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, loved her more than anyone else, but couldn't bring himself to say it. So instead, he took her other hand and whispered: "I really like you, Hermione." And then he leaned in and kissed her cheek.
She smiled back. "I like you too. Draco." And she kissed his cheek.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hermione, would you like to go for a walk?"
It was Sunday morning, and Hermione was sitting at the breakfast table, and looked at Ron, a bit surprised, but then fear caught her. She can't go for a walk with Ron alone, she just can't, she would make him think. things he wasn't supposed to think.
"Can Harry come too?" she asked desperately.
"Harry and Ginny went for a walk already," said Ron. He was standing above her and smiling this little smile he thought was very attractive.
Hermione couldn't think of an excuse. "OK," she agreed and got up.
On the way out of the Great Hall, she couldn't help but looking at the Slytherin table. But Draco wasn't there. Not wasn't the rest of Slytherin's Quidditch Team. Obviously they had gone for a practice.
She smiled as she remembered what had happened the day before. Oh, she was absolutely in love with him now, and what's worse - she didn't feel bad because of it.
Then she looked at Ron, walking next to her, and knew that he was the only thing that was preventing her from complete happiness. Ron was handsome, he really was. His red-as-fire hair, his blue eyes, his well-built nose and his tall, thin body all created a very good-looking seventeen-year-old. But Hermione couldn't stand the thought of him touching her, or kissing her cheek the way Draco did.
"Hermione, next week is the first Hogsmeade trip," Ron said.
"Yeah, I know," Hermione replied. She was looking worriedly at the sky - it seemed as if it was about to rain.
"Do you wanna go together?"
"Go together where?" Hermione wasn't really listening; she was staring at the Quidditch Pitch, trying to locate Draco in the air.
"To Hogsmeade, of course!" said Ron.
That distracted Hermione's thoughts, and she turned towards Ron in slight horror.
Ron was looking at her carefully. Normally she would have thought this offer was just a friendly one, but from the way he was looking at her, she understood it wasn't.
Ron was obviously expecting a yes for an answer; but Hermione couldn't. She just couldn't. Not after what had happened with Draco the day before.
"I-I'm sorry, Ron, but I don't think so."
Ron's face twitched, and Hermione felt a stab in her heart, knowing she had hurt her best friend's feelings very deeply.
"I'm sorry," she said desperetaly.
"It's OK," he murmured.
"No, it's not OK, Ron, look at me," she begged and caught his hand. "Please, Ron, listen. I know how you feel about me."
He looked at her with his mouth slightly open; obviously he hadn't thought his feelings were so clear.
"Yes, Ron, I know that you like me. But please, try to get over it, because I." she stopped. The pain in his eyes had defeated her. She couldn't stand the thought she was breaking her best friend's heart.
"You don't feel the same way," Ron completed.
"I don't. please try to understand, Ron. I care a lot about you. I think you are sweet and adorable and very good looking, might I say - but I don't love you. please, I don't want to hurt your feelings."
Ron just stood there, looking at her, as rain started to pour. He was offended, she knew he was. He was sure that she felt the same way. How could she wipe this misery out of his eyes?
Chapter 4
"WHAT?!!"
Ginny was absolutely shocked. "You - you - " she pointed at Hermione and gasped. "You almost KISSED Malfoy?!"
"He almost kissed me," Hermione corrected her.
"And you LET HIM?"
"I couldn't forbid him do something he didn't even do!" Hermione said miserably. And Ginny realized.
"You wanted him to kiss you," she said slowly.
"No," Hermione tried to deny, but it was useless.
"You like Malfoy!"
Hermione sighed and nodded.
"You are falling for the Slytherin guy who has always called you Mudblood and picked on you and your friends," Ginny said flatly.
Hermione bit her lip.
"Well," said Ginny, "I guess I can deal with it."
"You can?" Hermione wasn't sure she heard her correctly.
"Yes," Ginny said, shrugging. "After all, I don't know him so well, all I know is that I've never heard anything good about him or about any of the Malfoys."
Hermione sighed.
"I think Harry will accept that too," said Ginny.
"Are you nuts?!" Hermione cried, "he hates Draco! He always had!" Then she noticed how naturally she said 'Draco' instead of 'Malfoy'.
"Trust me, after a little time he will accept," said Ginny. "There's just one thing that might affect him not to."
"Which is?"
"Ron."
"What about Ron?" Hermione asked, as if she didn't know.
"Come on, Hermione, don't pretend you didn't notice how much Ron loves you! You know he does. It's just so obvious. And knowing my brother." she sighed, "he won't be too happy to hear that you love somebody else, and least of all his worst enemy."
"Ginny, help me!" Hermione wailed and fell into her friend's arms. "What's happenning to me? I'm falling in love with Draco Malfoy!"
But Ginny couldn't help her. Hermione knew that.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The following day was Saturday.
Draco was taking a walk around the lawns, hoping to meet Hermione. He wanted so badly to talk to her again, to tell her how much he liked her, even to dare this time and kiss her. he had a feeling that she was beginning to like him too. He had to try.
He couldn't believe his luck when he saw Hermione walking all alone, not far from him. He began to walk towards her, and as she noticed him, she stopped and waited.
He smiled at her and she smiled back, a small, uncertain smile.
"How are you, Hermione?" he asked.
"I'm fine, how about you?" she said. He didn't believe it. She was actually nice to him.
"Now that I'm with you - very good."
Hermione blushed and they began to walk. Draco tried to make conversation and found it not difficult at all. They chatted for a few moments about teachers and subjects (she was surprised to hear his favorite subject was Arithmancy as well), and then Draco couldn't help it anymore.
"Hermione." he stopped and turned to her, and she stopped too. He took one of her hands in his. Tingles spread across his hand, but he tried to ignore it. She didn't pull her hand back. He noticed it and became more confident.
"Hermione, I've been wanting to tell you something ever since we came back to Hogwarts," he whispered.
"I'm listening," she whispered back. He looked deeply into the brown- chocolate of her eyes. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, loved her more than anyone else, but couldn't bring himself to say it. So instead, he took her other hand and whispered: "I really like you, Hermione." And then he leaned in and kissed her cheek.
She smiled back. "I like you too. Draco." And she kissed his cheek.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hermione, would you like to go for a walk?"
It was Sunday morning, and Hermione was sitting at the breakfast table, and looked at Ron, a bit surprised, but then fear caught her. She can't go for a walk with Ron alone, she just can't, she would make him think. things he wasn't supposed to think.
"Can Harry come too?" she asked desperately.
"Harry and Ginny went for a walk already," said Ron. He was standing above her and smiling this little smile he thought was very attractive.
Hermione couldn't think of an excuse. "OK," she agreed and got up.
On the way out of the Great Hall, she couldn't help but looking at the Slytherin table. But Draco wasn't there. Not wasn't the rest of Slytherin's Quidditch Team. Obviously they had gone for a practice.
She smiled as she remembered what had happened the day before. Oh, she was absolutely in love with him now, and what's worse - she didn't feel bad because of it.
Then she looked at Ron, walking next to her, and knew that he was the only thing that was preventing her from complete happiness. Ron was handsome, he really was. His red-as-fire hair, his blue eyes, his well-built nose and his tall, thin body all created a very good-looking seventeen-year-old. But Hermione couldn't stand the thought of him touching her, or kissing her cheek the way Draco did.
"Hermione, next week is the first Hogsmeade trip," Ron said.
"Yeah, I know," Hermione replied. She was looking worriedly at the sky - it seemed as if it was about to rain.
"Do you wanna go together?"
"Go together where?" Hermione wasn't really listening; she was staring at the Quidditch Pitch, trying to locate Draco in the air.
"To Hogsmeade, of course!" said Ron.
That distracted Hermione's thoughts, and she turned towards Ron in slight horror.
Ron was looking at her carefully. Normally she would have thought this offer was just a friendly one, but from the way he was looking at her, she understood it wasn't.
Ron was obviously expecting a yes for an answer; but Hermione couldn't. She just couldn't. Not after what had happened with Draco the day before.
"I-I'm sorry, Ron, but I don't think so."
Ron's face twitched, and Hermione felt a stab in her heart, knowing she had hurt her best friend's feelings very deeply.
"I'm sorry," she said desperetaly.
"It's OK," he murmured.
"No, it's not OK, Ron, look at me," she begged and caught his hand. "Please, Ron, listen. I know how you feel about me."
He looked at her with his mouth slightly open; obviously he hadn't thought his feelings were so clear.
"Yes, Ron, I know that you like me. But please, try to get over it, because I." she stopped. The pain in his eyes had defeated her. She couldn't stand the thought she was breaking her best friend's heart.
"You don't feel the same way," Ron completed.
"I don't. please try to understand, Ron. I care a lot about you. I think you are sweet and adorable and very good looking, might I say - but I don't love you. please, I don't want to hurt your feelings."
Ron just stood there, looking at her, as rain started to pour. He was offended, she knew he was. He was sure that she felt the same way. How could she wipe this misery out of his eyes?