A/N:: Here it is people! Just for you! I've had several demands for an
eleventh chapter! Including friends and reviewers. Thanks again guys for
the encouragement. Here ya are! Enjoy!
Chapter 11
Her heart was beating wildly, and her breath was caught in her chest.
"What did you see Harry?" Hermione persisted. She knew she'd gone white, because she felt clammy. It was only a few weeks into their unofficial relationship, but she still cared if he *cheated* on her. And she couldn't lie to herself, she liked him . . . a lot. And she cared about him a lot too.
"I saw Pansy and Draco coming out of the Slytherin Quidditch dressing rooms. They were holding hands . . . Pansy looked highly satisfied. I did not see Draco's face," He said glumly, "I'm really sorry Hermione." She stared absentmindedly at Harry. Holding Hands? A satisfied Pansy? Not a good mix. Before she could help it, her vision was blurred with hot tears. They rolled down her face, and she swept them away with her hands.
"Are- Are you sure?" She asked, her voice cracking.
"Positive with what I saw. Although, I don't know what happened in the dressing room." Harry reached out and pulled her into him, and she hugged him, letting silent tears make their way down her cheek.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione retreated to her book by the fire for most of the day. Ignoring everything around her, she let the book take her away from her woes. Then she suddenly remembered. She was supposed to meet Draco tonight. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'I just won't show up.' And she went back to her reading.
~*~*~
That night, around dinnertime, Hermione was quite bored by the fire. She'd finished her book, and now she had nothing to do. Her stomach growled and rumbled. She decided to go stairs for dinner. It wasn't possible to keep her mind off Pansy and Draco. All day pictures popped in her head of them kissing, hugging, and making out. It always gave her a sick squirm in the very pit of her stomach. She hated that feeling, because following that feeling was a great deal of sadness.
She entered the great hall on autopilot; lost in her own thoughts, making her way toward Harry and Ron. Smiling weakly at Harry as she said, he said hello and she just ate quietly. Several times she wanted to look over at the Slytherin table, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She could feel Draco's eyes upon her, burning a hole right though her. Dare she look over at him? At the thought she did so, taking in a sharp breath of air as she met his blue eyes, and back came the squirm in her stomach. He smiled warmly, but none of the warmth of the smile affected her as it did before. Quickly she returned to her meal and ate faster.
Without looking over at the Slytherin table she said a speedy good- bye to Harry, and walked out of the Great Hall. She tried the best she could to walk past the main staircase quickly and quietly. Surprisingly, no one reached for her from the darkness of the staircase. After a great big sigh of relief, she crossed over to the stairs to go up to Gryffindor Tower, but before she got ten feet from it she felt someone grab hold of her wrist, and an instant panic swept over her. She was pulled into an empty classroom, by no other than . . . Draco.
"Hi," He said sweetly, leaning in to kiss her. She ripped herself from his grip and back away slowly, cautiously. "What's up?" He asked, scowling slightly.
Rubbing her forehead with the heal of her hand, she was deciding on what to say, with her eyes squeezed shut.
"I know about you and Pansy, Draco." She looked up at him, her arms now crossed.
"W-what?" He stuttered.
"I know alright? I know! Harry saw you two coming out of the Quidditch dressing rooms, with Pansy! Holding hands Draco! And Pansy looked perfectly satisfied!" The tears were coming again. Draco reached out to her, to hold her. He had the urge to just comfort her and tell her everything was going to be okay. "Don't touch me!" she cried.
"Hermione, you don't understand," Draco tried to explain.
"I don't understand?" She yelled, "I believe I understand! I understand that you were making out with Parkinson!" The tears burned down her face as she tried to get it all out. "I just-" she sobbed hysterically. She had no idea why she was taking this so hard. Maybe her feelings were deeper than she thought? Hiding her face with her hands she tried to regain herself. She had to be tough.
"Hermione," Draco whispered softly, "Let me explain."
"Fine," Her voice cracked again.
"I was supposed to meet Pansy last night. I never made it because I fell asleep early. Goyle woke me and told me Pansy was in trouble down at the Quidditch pitch. So I went down to find her. When I got there she was no where in sight," slowly, he moved pack toward Hermione, "I finally found her in the dressing rooms, drunk. She was tipsy, and mess, and could barley stand. I had to help her get to the hospital wing. As I tired to get her up, she kissed me. Trust me Hermione," He answered as she took in a sharp breath, "I didn't want it. I pushed her away and then quickly tried to get her out of there. What Potter saw was me, trying to get her to go the right way up the castle." He moved closer still, "She looked so bloody happy because she was drunk Hermione." He tipped her face up to see him. "Hermione, I've told you, I'd never do anything to hurt you. You mean too much to me." He wiped away her tears with his thumbs. Then he kissed her softly. She allowed herself to smile when Draco did. He framed her face with his hands, and kissed her softly again. Hermione continued to smile.
"I love you Hermione," He whispered softly.
A/N::: MUAH HA HA! Leaving you here for now! Hope you enjoyed that! Hehe, Please Review!!!
Chapter 11
Her heart was beating wildly, and her breath was caught in her chest.
"What did you see Harry?" Hermione persisted. She knew she'd gone white, because she felt clammy. It was only a few weeks into their unofficial relationship, but she still cared if he *cheated* on her. And she couldn't lie to herself, she liked him . . . a lot. And she cared about him a lot too.
"I saw Pansy and Draco coming out of the Slytherin Quidditch dressing rooms. They were holding hands . . . Pansy looked highly satisfied. I did not see Draco's face," He said glumly, "I'm really sorry Hermione." She stared absentmindedly at Harry. Holding Hands? A satisfied Pansy? Not a good mix. Before she could help it, her vision was blurred with hot tears. They rolled down her face, and she swept them away with her hands.
"Are- Are you sure?" She asked, her voice cracking.
"Positive with what I saw. Although, I don't know what happened in the dressing room." Harry reached out and pulled her into him, and she hugged him, letting silent tears make their way down her cheek.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione retreated to her book by the fire for most of the day. Ignoring everything around her, she let the book take her away from her woes. Then she suddenly remembered. She was supposed to meet Draco tonight. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'I just won't show up.' And she went back to her reading.
~*~*~
That night, around dinnertime, Hermione was quite bored by the fire. She'd finished her book, and now she had nothing to do. Her stomach growled and rumbled. She decided to go stairs for dinner. It wasn't possible to keep her mind off Pansy and Draco. All day pictures popped in her head of them kissing, hugging, and making out. It always gave her a sick squirm in the very pit of her stomach. She hated that feeling, because following that feeling was a great deal of sadness.
She entered the great hall on autopilot; lost in her own thoughts, making her way toward Harry and Ron. Smiling weakly at Harry as she said, he said hello and she just ate quietly. Several times she wanted to look over at the Slytherin table, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She could feel Draco's eyes upon her, burning a hole right though her. Dare she look over at him? At the thought she did so, taking in a sharp breath of air as she met his blue eyes, and back came the squirm in her stomach. He smiled warmly, but none of the warmth of the smile affected her as it did before. Quickly she returned to her meal and ate faster.
Without looking over at the Slytherin table she said a speedy good- bye to Harry, and walked out of the Great Hall. She tried the best she could to walk past the main staircase quickly and quietly. Surprisingly, no one reached for her from the darkness of the staircase. After a great big sigh of relief, she crossed over to the stairs to go up to Gryffindor Tower, but before she got ten feet from it she felt someone grab hold of her wrist, and an instant panic swept over her. She was pulled into an empty classroom, by no other than . . . Draco.
"Hi," He said sweetly, leaning in to kiss her. She ripped herself from his grip and back away slowly, cautiously. "What's up?" He asked, scowling slightly.
Rubbing her forehead with the heal of her hand, she was deciding on what to say, with her eyes squeezed shut.
"I know about you and Pansy, Draco." She looked up at him, her arms now crossed.
"W-what?" He stuttered.
"I know alright? I know! Harry saw you two coming out of the Quidditch dressing rooms, with Pansy! Holding hands Draco! And Pansy looked perfectly satisfied!" The tears were coming again. Draco reached out to her, to hold her. He had the urge to just comfort her and tell her everything was going to be okay. "Don't touch me!" she cried.
"Hermione, you don't understand," Draco tried to explain.
"I don't understand?" She yelled, "I believe I understand! I understand that you were making out with Parkinson!" The tears burned down her face as she tried to get it all out. "I just-" she sobbed hysterically. She had no idea why she was taking this so hard. Maybe her feelings were deeper than she thought? Hiding her face with her hands she tried to regain herself. She had to be tough.
"Hermione," Draco whispered softly, "Let me explain."
"Fine," Her voice cracked again.
"I was supposed to meet Pansy last night. I never made it because I fell asleep early. Goyle woke me and told me Pansy was in trouble down at the Quidditch pitch. So I went down to find her. When I got there she was no where in sight," slowly, he moved pack toward Hermione, "I finally found her in the dressing rooms, drunk. She was tipsy, and mess, and could barley stand. I had to help her get to the hospital wing. As I tired to get her up, she kissed me. Trust me Hermione," He answered as she took in a sharp breath, "I didn't want it. I pushed her away and then quickly tried to get her out of there. What Potter saw was me, trying to get her to go the right way up the castle." He moved closer still, "She looked so bloody happy because she was drunk Hermione." He tipped her face up to see him. "Hermione, I've told you, I'd never do anything to hurt you. You mean too much to me." He wiped away her tears with his thumbs. Then he kissed her softly. She allowed herself to smile when Draco did. He framed her face with his hands, and kissed her softly again. Hermione continued to smile.
"I love you Hermione," He whispered softly.
A/N::: MUAH HA HA! Leaving you here for now! Hope you enjoyed that! Hehe, Please Review!!!