Sorry it has taken so long, I am head of make up and costume for my school
play so I am really busy.
********************************************************************* Hermione tilted her head slightly and a smirk appeared on her face, but she quickly shook it away, gathered her books and walked to door.
She turned just as she was stepping out the door, smiled slightly and sighed. She walked through the corridor briskly, hoping that maybe she would catch up with Draco, but at the same time thinking about how she used to walk these very same halls, with the once happy Harry and the once excitant Ron. She felt her eyes water, but she quickly wiped them and kept walking.
"Some ones early" smirked a familiar voice from behind, Hermione stopped but didn't turn, she already knew who it was, but why was Draco so early, he was always the last to arrive to class and the only time he wasn't late was when he didn't show up at all.
"What to proud to look at me, I'd be proud to if I had killed Potter" Draco chuckled slightly and waited for the response. When she still didn't turn he sighed and looked at his watch, fell back onto the wall, one eye bow raised.
Hermione breathed in deep and closed her eyes; she was trying so hard not to cry. She felt like turning and attacking Malfoy but at the same time dropping to her knees in pian.
" I didn't kill him" whispered Hermione, eye's still shut tight.
"What was that mud blood, didn't quite catch your Muggle ascent" smirked Malfoy
" I SAID I DIDN'T FUCKING KILL HIM YOU ASHOLE!" Draco's eyes widened, he expected Hermione to come back some lame ass comment or run away crying.
Hermione spun around, anger and hate in her eyes; she chucked her books across the hall and lunged her self at Draco. She stated hitting his tall, taught body hard in the chest, but he caught her weak arms, one in each hand and held her firmly.
She started to cry and feel to her knees, puling Malfoy down with her. Draco leaned up against the door frame still holding Hermione's arm in his hands, she was knelling in front of him with her head down. Her chestnut curls fell over her face and Malfoy gently pushed them over her shoulder. He pulled her frail body onto his lap, and held her close, his heart was pounding.
Her big brown eye's met his. Malfoy had never felt this way in his entire life, was it pity or something more. He stared into her eyes, and for what seemed like minuets he was caught in a gaze. "I'm sorry" he stutter, he really meant it. He had never meant any thing more in his life.
"I'M SORRY" he shouted, pushing her weak body away, she didn't seem to notice she still knelled on the floor crying. He quickly got up, he had to get away, he couldn't help thinking that the moment he had just had with Hermione meant something.
He was Draco Malfoy, a Malfoy; a Malfoy couldn't like a mud blood. He looked down at her, now sitting with her legs pulled up to her chest, rocking back and forth. He quickly turned, leaving his book's, and walked away from the beauty he had just held in his arms. He could have had her, but he didn't want her, oh yes he did, those chestnut curls, those big brown eyes, that beautiful smile, and the fact the she was crying hysterically and still looked good. He breathed in deep and walked away.
He only looked back once, just to check that what had just happened was real.
*** Why was she crying like a baby?
Why had she taken what Malfoy said so seriously?
She was over the Harry thing, was she?
Yes of course she was, he had gone to a better place, or was his broken body just rooting in the ground?
She wanted to run to Ron and cry with him, she wanted to be with him, but she knew to well that he wasn't coming back after what had happened. It was hard on Hermione but even more so on Ron, they were best friends. They were her friends, and now they weren't there. She started to cry again.
******************************************************************** Review (sorry about the spelling)
lol this is just a picture drew of Draco
and Ginny
********************************************************************* Hermione tilted her head slightly and a smirk appeared on her face, but she quickly shook it away, gathered her books and walked to door.
She turned just as she was stepping out the door, smiled slightly and sighed. She walked through the corridor briskly, hoping that maybe she would catch up with Draco, but at the same time thinking about how she used to walk these very same halls, with the once happy Harry and the once excitant Ron. She felt her eyes water, but she quickly wiped them and kept walking.
"Some ones early" smirked a familiar voice from behind, Hermione stopped but didn't turn, she already knew who it was, but why was Draco so early, he was always the last to arrive to class and the only time he wasn't late was when he didn't show up at all.
"What to proud to look at me, I'd be proud to if I had killed Potter" Draco chuckled slightly and waited for the response. When she still didn't turn he sighed and looked at his watch, fell back onto the wall, one eye bow raised.
Hermione breathed in deep and closed her eyes; she was trying so hard not to cry. She felt like turning and attacking Malfoy but at the same time dropping to her knees in pian.
" I didn't kill him" whispered Hermione, eye's still shut tight.
"What was that mud blood, didn't quite catch your Muggle ascent" smirked Malfoy
" I SAID I DIDN'T FUCKING KILL HIM YOU ASHOLE!" Draco's eyes widened, he expected Hermione to come back some lame ass comment or run away crying.
Hermione spun around, anger and hate in her eyes; she chucked her books across the hall and lunged her self at Draco. She stated hitting his tall, taught body hard in the chest, but he caught her weak arms, one in each hand and held her firmly.
She started to cry and feel to her knees, puling Malfoy down with her. Draco leaned up against the door frame still holding Hermione's arm in his hands, she was knelling in front of him with her head down. Her chestnut curls fell over her face and Malfoy gently pushed them over her shoulder. He pulled her frail body onto his lap, and held her close, his heart was pounding.
Her big brown eye's met his. Malfoy had never felt this way in his entire life, was it pity or something more. He stared into her eyes, and for what seemed like minuets he was caught in a gaze. "I'm sorry" he stutter, he really meant it. He had never meant any thing more in his life.
"I'M SORRY" he shouted, pushing her weak body away, she didn't seem to notice she still knelled on the floor crying. He quickly got up, he had to get away, he couldn't help thinking that the moment he had just had with Hermione meant something.
He was Draco Malfoy, a Malfoy; a Malfoy couldn't like a mud blood. He looked down at her, now sitting with her legs pulled up to her chest, rocking back and forth. He quickly turned, leaving his book's, and walked away from the beauty he had just held in his arms. He could have had her, but he didn't want her, oh yes he did, those chestnut curls, those big brown eyes, that beautiful smile, and the fact the she was crying hysterically and still looked good. He breathed in deep and walked away.
He only looked back once, just to check that what had just happened was real.
*** Why was she crying like a baby?
Why had she taken what Malfoy said so seriously?
She was over the Harry thing, was she?
Yes of course she was, he had gone to a better place, or was his broken body just rooting in the ground?
She wanted to run to Ron and cry with him, she wanted to be with him, but she knew to well that he wasn't coming back after what had happened. It was hard on Hermione but even more so on Ron, they were best friends. They were her friends, and now they weren't there. She started to cry again.
******************************************************************** Review (sorry about the spelling)
lol this is just a picture drew of Draco
and Ginny