Everyday was like that. Every time she thought he was finally gonna be nice to her, He went back to being the Malfoy she knew. His at-first kind words become an insult, his smile, a sneer. She couldn't understand it. 'You have lots to do without having to sort out your feelings for the little Slytherin git!' a thought inside her head said, sounding awfully like Ron. She shook her head. 'Stop.' Yet she couldn't take her mind off it.
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Draco was so confused. He didn't know what to do. He knew, of course, that what he was doing to her, was the opposite of what he did want to do, because, though he won't admit it, refuse to believe it, he loved her. [Note: sorry. I know you hate it when we just throw them together and like each other fast. but, well, I can't write anymore, so. Forgive me. ;)]
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Hermione stood near her bed after classes, thinking. She was completely stunned by the feelings for him that ran down her spine. She collapsed on her bed and burst into tears, unsure of what to do.
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Potions became the class she dreaded the most. It was Friday and in Potions he said
something at last… "I'm sorry, Hermione…" Draco whispered. "You…c-called..m-me…
Herm..mion-ne…" ,she said. Snap out of it! Just because he doesn't call you mudblood
doesn't mean he can be trusted! She recovered quickly. I'm not daft! "Yeah. You should
be!", she hissed angrily. Prof. Snape came in just as Malfoy was about to snap back. How
DARE she! I asked for forgiveness and what do I get? Grrr…, Draco thought.
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Even after Potions and the rest of the day, both were seething. They can't stand each
other anymore. Even when, for a fleeting moment, both had looked up at the same time
and their eyes locked, you could see the hurt and anger in them. Hermione always
thought that he was forever gonna be like he was all these years but thus summer, she
wasn't sure. NOW, she went back to feeling no hope for him to change. He was the same
as before and he showed it. Although she did want to 'forgive' him and finally become
friends, she…couldn't. She wouldn't easily forget his faults even if he asked hr to forgive him for them. She actually thought of going back and telling him yes, but her pride got in the way. It was almost the end of summer now and soon they'll go back to their homes then after a week, to Hogwarts again. She can't wait to see Harry and Ron! Her dark mood lifted when she thought of seeing them again. She was in the library and was researching something for Snape when she came across a book called "Is It Magic?". It looked interesting and when she opened the book to the first page, she gave a small gasp. The red bottle they used for the spin-the-bottle game they played in the Room of Requirement was there, glowing red and spinning in front of her. She had thought that the pretty bottle was…well,…a pretty bottle. But it's not just. She read: "Bottle Of Truth". Huh? What truth? She read on.
"The Bottle Of Truth is a bottle that, when spun, tells the other person the truth inside your heart. It is often used by young witches/wizards who want to know who they love. Some use it for playing games. A popular example is a muggle game called spin-the-bottle. When a person spins it, it will point to the person they like. Some may be surprised because the bottle only shows what is NOT obvious, often showing your secrets, hidden in your heart."
Hermione was stunned. So. What she suspected was true. Those people blushing, it was because of the bottle. Ouch! My head hurts. Ernie and…Susan? Colin and…Ginny?
Neville…LIKES me? And Malfoy…Oh! It's too much!
She lay on her bed, thinking. This discovery was driving her nuts! Her brain must b
exhausted from all her thinking. Well, who would blame her? She just found out that
Draco Malfoy, THE Draco Malfoy, Slytherin king himself liked…Hermione. Stupid and weird as it sounds, it was true…and she knew she…well, she knew that…she knew they had the same feel- 'IMPOSSIBLE! Hermione Granger, you really have gone mad!' her brain interrupted. She snapped back from her reverie.
Draco lay on his bed, thinking. This discovery was driving him nuts! His brain must be exhausted from all his thinking. Well, who would blame him? He, Draco Malfoy, THE Draco Malfoy, Slytherin king himself, actually liked a Gryffindor! HERMIONE GRANGER? The mudblood?! Stupid and weird as it sounds, it was true…and he knew he…well, he knew that…he knew they had the same feel- 'IMPOSSIBLE! Draco Malfoy, you really have gone mad!' his brain interrupted. He snapped back from his reverie.
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It was only a few days before they leave for home. 2 actually. 2 loooong days. It was Saturday and on Monday they'll have 7 days with their parents and then come back. Afternoon came and went. Supper was almost ready. Hermione had been outside near the lake, still thinking. She sat under a tree, the sun setting up ahead. Draco watched her from the entrance hall, he wanted to go over to her, but…what would the others think? He made up his mind and made his way to her, pretending to not have seen her. It was really hot, even when the sun was hiding. Swimming! He walked to the edge of the lake and went in. He was a good swimmer and he knew it. He swam laps and went back and sat on the grass. Hermione had seen him of course. But she did not want him to see her. She sat instead on the other side of the tree, away from his view. "Hey Granger! What are you doing here?" he called out. 'Oh shucks. He saw,' she thought. "What do you want? And I have every right to be here as much as you, for your information," she said haughtily. "Yeah. Whatever." He went to sit next to her and he was still soaking wet. Water splashed on to her when he sat down. Sigh. "Malfoy! Why the heck are you swimming anyway? You're getting me all wet!" she cried. Draco brushed her words away with his hand. He just sat there, looking at the sun. She looked at him. He turned towards her at the same time and she suddenly remembered his kiss from the last. Face inches away from hers, he took a chance. Would she slap him, or kiss him again? He thought to himself, as they pulled away. Apparently, neither. She looked at him, confusion and doubt in her eyes yet, he noticed, there was a rare smile playing on her lips. "Hey Mione! Come here a minute!" Ginny shouted to her. His face fell. "I'd better go. Bye," Hermione said to him. "Bye," he whispered. 'If dad finds out, he's gonna kill me1' he thought, after she left. 'His in Azkaban, stupid,' his brain said. 'Shut up idiot,' he thought. 'I'm reflecting here.' So…he really did like her…weird…anyway…man. Is she a good kisser or what?! He gave in. 'I'll beat myself up later,' he thought. 'This is too much fun.'
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She ran to Ginny and her friends. "What were you doing with Malfoy?" Ginny asked, she couldn't contain her curiosity. Hermione blushed. 'Good thing it's nearly dark,' she thought, thankful that they couldn't see the red creeping up to her cheeks. "Oh nothing, he was being annoying, that's all," she answered. "Well, you don't look annoyed," one of Ginny's friends commented. Hermione blushed a darker shade. "Anyway, what did you want?" Hermione said avoiding the topic. "Oh, just wanted to tell you that we're having a good-bye party in the Great Hall tomorrow night, before we leave on Monday," she explained. "Oh. That's great. Thanks for telling me," Hermione said. The girls went to the castle again, leaving Hermione behind. She had nowhere else to go, well, besides going back to Malfoy and she didn't want that, so she followed them in. 'It's almost supper anyway…'
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The next day, all girls were in their rooms, talking about the party that night, what they were going to wear, who's going with who, the typical things girls discuss. Hermione was sick of it. Ginny's friends were in their room giggling over some guy who liked this girl or something. She didn't care anyway. 'It's just a party for goodness sake!' she thought annoyed now of all the squealing. "Come on guys, shut up!" she said, pleading. "Aww Mione, you're killing our fun! What are you gonna wear anyway, and who are you going with?" one of the girls asked. "I don't feel like going," she answered dully. "Oh! I can find you the perfect date! And I have an extra dress, I bet it will look good on you!" said another. "I don't WANT to go, ok?" she said, her voice low. "Fine, but if you change your mind tell me ok?" she said cheerfully. Sheesh. These people don't get it. "Whatever," she said under her breath.
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She knew everyone was getting ready for the party, but she stayed in her room. She didn't want to go because…no one asked her. If she would go, she'd have to go alone. 'This sucks,' she thought. It was not her fault no one asked her. It's just that, people here already have their dates and the rest seems to be nerds. She knew it was mean of her but she didn't want to go with them. She could only think of one person…
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Draco was sulking in his room, while everyone got ready. He knew lots of girls would love to go with him, but he did not ask even one. He could only think of one person…