Chapter: What does he mean by that? (Three)
Disclaimer: I do not own Hermione, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Draco, Blaise, Pansy, ok…I think we get the point. Unfortunately, I am unoriginal and am incapable of creating my own characters, so I use J.K. Rowling's characters. J (Which is why I post it online.)
A/N: Thank you to all my non-existent adoring fans. I enjoy your lack of reviews. It tells me how horrible my fanfic really is.
Hermione shook her head and thought 'Why would he write to me? What's wrong with him?' She looked at the letter. 'I shouldn't read this. Who cares? I'm going to.'
It read as follows:
Dear Hermione,
I am not really going to send this to you, so why should I write it? Because I am bored in potions class. That's why. My father has taught me to hide my feeling and emotions, as did his father, and my great-grandfather, so it's in my blood, literally. Also, I feel that you should try and understand the real me. And, I think you should know that I am not a cold hard pain in the arse, and that I apologize for using the term 'Mudblood.' It's mostly because you punched me, but I felt I should accept your apologies. I am capable of human emotion, although I know it's hard for you to believe. Again, my deepest and most sincere apologies are contained in this letter, although you'll never read it.
Signed,
Draco Malfoy
Hermione looked around and flushed slightly. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt horrible for yelling at Draco Malfoy, although she knew he had deserved every bit of what she said. There was a knock on one of the double doors leading into the hospital wing. She quickly folded the note and shoved it in Draco's notebook.
"Come in," she called to the mysterious knock.
In stormed Draco with cheeks as red as a Coke can, and she couldn't tell whether it was embarrassment or anger.
"Hand it over!" demanded Malfoy.
"Hand what over?" inquired Hermione, although she knew a bit too well what he was talking about.
"My notebook!" Hermione rolled her eyes and smirked.
"So, I guess you'll be wanting that back?" Draco shook his head and narrowed his eyes. Maybe he didn't want me to read that, Hermione thought. She decided that was the problem and she would mess with his head, but not at that moment.
Hermione held out the black and green papers toward Draco, and he exchanged them for Hermione's papers which had her name in big bubble letters scribbled all over them along with the pairing of Harry and Ginny. She knew they would end up together and she had already tried setting them up.
Draco snatched his papers and walked out in a huff. Hermione's smile broadened and she closed her eyes and began to drift away—to an imaginary world where no one else would be. Sleep.
~*~*~
Draco tried to sleep, but Hermione kept attacking his brain. What if she read that letter? I bet she did. No, why would she? She didn't say anything…
Eventually, after about three hours, he drifted into a light, calming sleep.
Blaise Zambini awoke him, and the sky was grey, so he couldn't decide what time it was. "Draco," he said, alarmed, "You've already missed your History of Magic class. Would you mind telling me what other classes you plan on ditching?" Draco sat straight up and widened his eyes.
"I missed a class?" Draco asked, irritated. Now I won't be able to teach the lesson to Hermione, he thought with much disappointment.
"Yes! Wake UP!" shouted Blaise.
Draco leaped from his bed and began running around and quickly got dressed. He threw on his robes, backwards, and ran to the common room where everybody looked at him dumbfounded.
Blaise began laughing demonically and he scurried down the stairs after Draco.
"I was only kidding!" he called as Draco narrowed his eyes and shook his head.
"Blaise," he said, annoyed, "Don't ever do that again! It ISN'T a funny joke and it worries me!" Blaise nodded, trying to hide a smile, which he eventually let creep onto his face. Draco rolled his eyes and rushed upstairs attempting, but not succeeding, in ignoring everyone's confused looks. He gave them no notice and continued his way.
~*~*~
Ginny awoke by Hermione's bedside wrapped in Harry's cloak and holding a bouquet of gorgeous blue flowers.
"What are those for?" asked Hermione, a tad confused.
"They're flowers." Ginny handed Hermione the bouquet and let her read the tag.
It read: 'Get well soon. Signed, your friend in secret.' Hermione shook her head and laughed aloud.
"Ginny," she asked playfully, "Are these from Ron? And why are you wearing Harry's cloak?" Ginny blushed after the second part and turned her face away from Hermione.
"I don't know who the flowers are from, but I am wearing Harry's cloak because I feel like it." Hermione laughed and grinned at Ginny, which slightly irritated her.
"What are you up to?" Ginny's face turned the colour of her hair, but Hermione was enjoying herself. She knew all too well what was happening with the two of them.
"OK!" shouted Ginny, the guilt finally built up. "Harry and I walked around Hogwarts last night, and now we're just a little more than friends. And yes! I finally got him to kiss me." Hermione smiled maliciously; she now had black mail on, not only Ginny, but also Harry and this brought her a sense of peace.
"Oh," retorted Hermione, still grinning.
Ginny shoved a book in her face and Hermione took it. A Witch's Love Life in the 1700's was the titled. Hermione smiled.
"Are you sure you didn't check this book out for you?" asked Hermione. Ginny snorted and rolled her eyes.
"It's one of your assignments," remarked Ginny and Hermione nodded her head and thought I bet it is.
"I have to leave you now. I'm sorry about Malfoy being the one to give you your lesson, but I don't know what you guys are learning. And I hope you figure out who those flowers are from. They're gorgeous. I wish Harry would buy me some of those." Ginny smiled and left the hospital wing.
Hermione glanced at the flowers. I knew those two would eventually have romance, she thought sweetly. I wonder who sent these flowers. I wonder why they sent these flowers. No one sees me as anything but 'the smart girl,' Hermione Granger.
She longed for a secret admirer, even if it were Blaise Zambini. She needed to feel loved. Oh, sure she had Ginny, Harry, and Ron, but she wanted to be needed like an adult. She thought her dream was ridiculous, but little did she know, she had an admirer already. Several people wished they could have the beautiful looks and legendary brains of the renowned Hermione Granger.
She snatched the book and read it in less than two hours, all the time hating herself for not being that witch or wizard who had adventure (the fun, exciting, safe kind), love (like an adult), and need from someone other than her regular, dull friends. It wasn't that she hated her friends; she just wanted them to actually visit her more than they did when she was sick.
