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things go to J.K. Rowling!
A/N:: I've decided not to leave all you people with such 'horrible' cliffhangers . . . then again, maybe I will. . . heh, heh, heh. . .
Chapter 12
Her world came to a loud screeching halt. Her eyes were wide, and staring at the person who just told her he loved her.
"W-what?" She stuttered, her breathing uneven.
"I love you," He repeated for her. His hands still framed her face. All she could do was blink at him. A slight fear what pumping through him now. What made him say those three dangerous words, he did not know. All he knew, was that the words were true, and, she wasn't answering.
"Say something?" He pleaded to her, panic in his blue eyes. Then he dropped his hands to her waist.
Hermione chewed her bottom lip. She didn't know *what* to say. Did she love him? She didn't know what she felt for the boy that was holding her right now. It was a deep feeling. A feeling of cold when he wasn't around, and warmth when he held her, like everything was perfect, and that's how it was supposed to be. 'Is that love?' She thought. She snaked her arms around his neck and hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder, and he rested his head on hers.
He was trying to keep his pain in. She didn't love him back, and it was now tearing him up inside.
Hermione lifted her head, and started to run her fingers through his blonde hair while she looked into his eyes. He wasn't making it up, and the look in his brilliant eyes plainly told her so. Licking her lips, she brought his lips her meet hers. Draco pulled her closer, kissing back with all he had. He had to prove to her of his love, and this seemed to be the only gesture to do so. After they broke apart, Hermione stayed in his arms. She kept her eyes shut tight, and then opened them to look at him, and after a minute she spoke.
"I love you too, Draco." She meant it, and knew it. A wide grin spread across his face, and his entire world was perfect now. He picked her up and spun her around, and she giggled happily. Before he put her back on the ground he kissed her softly.
"You have no idea how happy you just made me Hermione Granger," He said with that smile still plastered on his face.
"I think I have a pretty good idea," She smiled back at him. Then he kissed her again.
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"Well, It looks like you're feeling a bit better," said Harry. He and Hermione were sitting in front of the fire that evening, chatting. Ron was off somewhere with Dean and Shamus. She was doing her Charms essay, and she could not stop smiling.
"Yeah," she answered.
"Sorted things out with Draco then?" Harry asked. He was also working on the essay.
"Yes," She said.
"Well?" he asked.
"What?"
"Aren't you going to tell me?"
"Tell you what?" she was messing with him, and was having very much fun with it.
"What Malfoy said!" Exclaimed Harry.
"Sure, why not?" And she told him the entire story Draco had told her.
"Wow," Was all Harry could say.
"Yeah, I know. As far as I know, she's probably still in the hospital wing, with a huge hang over." She laughed, "Stupid girl. She deserves it really." Harry laughed with her this time.
~*~*~*~*~
Later that night, Harry and Ron were playing a bit of chess. It was still early, so there were only a few people in the Common Room. Harry directed one of his pieces.
"Ron," said Harry, "You know, you never answered me."
"'Bout what?" He asked.
"Why you have such a problem with Hermione and Malfoy." Neither boy took their eyes from the game. But Harry did notice Ron go rather stiff.
"I don't want to talk about it Harry," He finally answered.
"But we *need* to talk about it Ron. You can go on treating Hermione so rudely," Said Harry. Ron didn't say anything. "Well?" Harry urged him on.
"I like her alright?" Said Ron defiantly. They both abandoned their game now. Harry stared at his friend.
"Why didn't you just say so?"
"Because I didn't want to look like some foolish prat." Ron answered.
"You've already done that. Sorry mate," Harry answered with a chuckle.
"But it's Malfoy Harry! *Why* she picked him, I don't know." Ron said. "I don't know either Ron."
"All the things he's done to us, and to her! Calling her 'mudblood'. That pushed me off the edge."
Harry chuckled, "Yeah, I know. I remember all the slugs." He chuckled again.
"Shut up Harry," Laughed Ron.
"So," Said Harry, "You fancy Hermione. That means you're jealous."
"I am *not* jealous!" Harry raised his eyebrows and looked at his best friend. "Alright, Alright." Said Ron, "Yeah, I'm jealous okay?"
"Thank you," Harry smiled. "So are you going to tell her?"
"NO!" Cried Ron.
"Why not!"
"She's got it in for Malfoy! I'd look like pretty stupid if I just told her. I mean, after I treated her and all."
"How about an apology then?"
"Maybe," Ron answered, looking unhappy. "No matter what I say to her, I'm going to look stupid."
"Then you might as well just get it over with, and look stupid. She's a forgiving person, obviously." Said Harry.
"Yeah, you're right." Ron rolled his eyes, "There no way to get around it is there?"
"Nope," Harry answered, shaking his head. "You were an insufferable, self centered prat Ron. It's only right you step up and admit to your stupidity." Harry laughed.
"Ha Ha," Said Ron sarcastically. "Well, I better get this over with." And he sighed, got up, and headed up stairs to the girls' dormitories.
A/N::: Do you people think my story is moving too fast? I've been told so. Please tell me what you think! Thanks much! Chapter 13 will be up soon!
~*~ Michelle ~*~
A/N:: I've decided not to leave all you people with such 'horrible' cliffhangers . . . then again, maybe I will. . . heh, heh, heh. . .
Chapter 12
Her world came to a loud screeching halt. Her eyes were wide, and staring at the person who just told her he loved her.
"W-what?" She stuttered, her breathing uneven.
"I love you," He repeated for her. His hands still framed her face. All she could do was blink at him. A slight fear what pumping through him now. What made him say those three dangerous words, he did not know. All he knew, was that the words were true, and, she wasn't answering.
"Say something?" He pleaded to her, panic in his blue eyes. Then he dropped his hands to her waist.
Hermione chewed her bottom lip. She didn't know *what* to say. Did she love him? She didn't know what she felt for the boy that was holding her right now. It was a deep feeling. A feeling of cold when he wasn't around, and warmth when he held her, like everything was perfect, and that's how it was supposed to be. 'Is that love?' She thought. She snaked her arms around his neck and hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder, and he rested his head on hers.
He was trying to keep his pain in. She didn't love him back, and it was now tearing him up inside.
Hermione lifted her head, and started to run her fingers through his blonde hair while she looked into his eyes. He wasn't making it up, and the look in his brilliant eyes plainly told her so. Licking her lips, she brought his lips her meet hers. Draco pulled her closer, kissing back with all he had. He had to prove to her of his love, and this seemed to be the only gesture to do so. After they broke apart, Hermione stayed in his arms. She kept her eyes shut tight, and then opened them to look at him, and after a minute she spoke.
"I love you too, Draco." She meant it, and knew it. A wide grin spread across his face, and his entire world was perfect now. He picked her up and spun her around, and she giggled happily. Before he put her back on the ground he kissed her softly.
"You have no idea how happy you just made me Hermione Granger," He said with that smile still plastered on his face.
"I think I have a pretty good idea," She smiled back at him. Then he kissed her again.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Well, It looks like you're feeling a bit better," said Harry. He and Hermione were sitting in front of the fire that evening, chatting. Ron was off somewhere with Dean and Shamus. She was doing her Charms essay, and she could not stop smiling.
"Yeah," she answered.
"Sorted things out with Draco then?" Harry asked. He was also working on the essay.
"Yes," She said.
"Well?" he asked.
"What?"
"Aren't you going to tell me?"
"Tell you what?" she was messing with him, and was having very much fun with it.
"What Malfoy said!" Exclaimed Harry.
"Sure, why not?" And she told him the entire story Draco had told her.
"Wow," Was all Harry could say.
"Yeah, I know. As far as I know, she's probably still in the hospital wing, with a huge hang over." She laughed, "Stupid girl. She deserves it really." Harry laughed with her this time.
~*~*~*~*~
Later that night, Harry and Ron were playing a bit of chess. It was still early, so there were only a few people in the Common Room. Harry directed one of his pieces.
"Ron," said Harry, "You know, you never answered me."
"'Bout what?" He asked.
"Why you have such a problem with Hermione and Malfoy." Neither boy took their eyes from the game. But Harry did notice Ron go rather stiff.
"I don't want to talk about it Harry," He finally answered.
"But we *need* to talk about it Ron. You can go on treating Hermione so rudely," Said Harry. Ron didn't say anything. "Well?" Harry urged him on.
"I like her alright?" Said Ron defiantly. They both abandoned their game now. Harry stared at his friend.
"Why didn't you just say so?"
"Because I didn't want to look like some foolish prat." Ron answered.
"You've already done that. Sorry mate," Harry answered with a chuckle.
"But it's Malfoy Harry! *Why* she picked him, I don't know." Ron said. "I don't know either Ron."
"All the things he's done to us, and to her! Calling her 'mudblood'. That pushed me off the edge."
Harry chuckled, "Yeah, I know. I remember all the slugs." He chuckled again.
"Shut up Harry," Laughed Ron.
"So," Said Harry, "You fancy Hermione. That means you're jealous."
"I am *not* jealous!" Harry raised his eyebrows and looked at his best friend. "Alright, Alright." Said Ron, "Yeah, I'm jealous okay?"
"Thank you," Harry smiled. "So are you going to tell her?"
"NO!" Cried Ron.
"Why not!"
"She's got it in for Malfoy! I'd look like pretty stupid if I just told her. I mean, after I treated her and all."
"How about an apology then?"
"Maybe," Ron answered, looking unhappy. "No matter what I say to her, I'm going to look stupid."
"Then you might as well just get it over with, and look stupid. She's a forgiving person, obviously." Said Harry.
"Yeah, you're right." Ron rolled his eyes, "There no way to get around it is there?"
"Nope," Harry answered, shaking his head. "You were an insufferable, self centered prat Ron. It's only right you step up and admit to your stupidity." Harry laughed.
"Ha Ha," Said Ron sarcastically. "Well, I better get this over with." And he sighed, got up, and headed up stairs to the girls' dormitories.
A/N::: Do you people think my story is moving too fast? I've been told so. Please tell me what you think! Thanks much! Chapter 13 will be up soon!
~*~ Michelle ~*~