Immortal
By Cedar1
A/N the site went some sort of change, and I had to change my pen name from cedar to cedar1, so sorry 4 any confusion. Anyway hope u like this chapter and please review!
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Chapter 6: Truths revealed
The scarlet train ground to a halt at Hogsmeade station, and within it the entire student body of Hogwarts attempted to change into their robes, as well as sort out their luggage simultaneously. The complete train was in a state of erupting excitement, with girls and boys slapping the backs of their long seen colleagues when they met in the crowded corridor. However moving through the horde of people, in the last carriage the atmosphere was not so much animated, as tense. The 5th year prefects sat on their seats awaiting instructions; glances were nervously shared amongst them, even the Slytherin prefects were subdued with no insults being uttered from their lips. The three heads stood in front of them: Harry casting evil looks at both Hermione and Draco, Hermione silent between the two boys nervously biting her lower lip and thirdly (three that had surprised them) Draco who leaned lazily against the door smirking, amused at the obvious bad blood that was between the other two 7th years.
"Ok. This is getting immensely boring and unlike most of you I have more interesting things to do than be in the same room as you people much longer. So." Draco now having captured everyone's attention started giving out orders.
" You two...." pointing at the couple of Gryffindors, " .go and make sure the incompetent 1st years find the big oaf."
" You mean Hagrid?" asked Henry Mills. Draco simple stared at him, the word idiot clearly implied. Henry growing red with embarrassment practically ran out of the carriage, forgetting the book that he had been reading. However Draco was kind enough to give it to him, so what if he threw the book out of the window, squarely hitting the boy in the back of his head. Now for the others, who by now were unconsciously rubbing the back of their heads.
" Blakely, Willis," referring to the Slytherins, " Get the 2nd- 5th years in the coaches." They quickly stood up, nodded respectfully to Draco and as they were leaving both directed a look of disgust at Hermione. She was sure that she heard one of the little pricks mutter 'mudbood', actually she was positive when she noticed Malfoy's smirk get smirkier. Ooooh just wait you, I'll have my turn seethed Hermione.
Eventually Draco got round to the Hufflepuffs who were presently shaking in their newly polished school shoes. Deliberately Draco went on to pronounce his words slowly, articulating every syllable, " GET .THE ..6TH.AND 7TH.YEARS..ON..THE..COACHES. DO.YOU..UNDERSTAND." They continued gawking blankly at Draco, momentarily comatose by the power and superiority that was radiating from every pore of the blonde head boy. "NOW!" roared Draco, so loudly that even Hermione let out a squeal. The outburst brought the Hufflepuffs out of their state of stupor and bolting into the pouring rain outside.
Draco gazed at the empty seats, which were still imprinted with the bum marks of the prefects and congratulated himself on a job well done; as well as wonder why God decided to place Hufflepuffs on the face of the earth. Dense creatures. Right, now to get on a coach, turning round Draco was about to set his plan into action. Then again with Potter and Granger barricading the door maybe he wouldn't be leaving just yet. The stupid boy was actually endeavoring to look intimidating, of what Draco could see he was fighting an uphill battle. Was he actually trying to stretch his 6ft frame to his own 6ft 4"? No. God he was, as Draco noticed the balls of his feet raised above the floor. How pathetic! As for Granger, well to give her some credit she gave the appearance of someone who was ready to throw a punch at him. Her delicate hands were screwed up tightly in fists that were itching to fly, their knuckles white with the fury. Well this should be entertaining, thought Draco as he prepared for the barrage of insults that would no doubt be coming his way.
" What the fuck was that Malfoy?" questioned Harry furiously.
" To what are you referring to?" replied Draco politely, knowing exactly how to push the other head boy's buttons, whose cheeks were gradually being taken over by an angry red flush. Hermione watched as Harry's body was slowly being overwhelmed by the trembles that Malfoy's comment had sparked. Any minute he would break, releasing all the pent- up rage, which, would undoubtably result in Malfoy sporting a black eye. Personally Hermione didn't give a damn what Harry did, in truth she would ask if she could have a go in shoving Malfoy off his self-created pedestal. Alas the head girl in her was aware of the situation that would be caused if both head boys entered the great hall sporting bloody noses; and no way would she let Malfoy's arrogance show her up.
" Well lets see, first." counting of her fingers, " you seem to have taken it into that big head of yours that you give all the orders. However unpleasant it is for Harry and I to withstand the company of a prick as well renowned as you we have to work as a team, i.e. we decide what to do together. Think of us as a more attractive, brain possessing Crabbe and Goyle. Secondly don't talk to anyone, especially us, like we're the Malfoy house elves or I won't hesitate to pull my wand out if I find myself sharing a dark corridor with you." The words reeling from her tongue in a steady stream, imitating the mocking gracious tone that Malfoy had used earlier.
Malfoy looked at her for a second, and surprisingly gave the one word answer that neither Harry or her had been expecting, " Ok."
Hermione's body slumped, as all the loathing in her dispersed in a cloud of confusion. What? Harry seemed to be suffering from the same symptoms, he was so shocked that he made a move to sit down. Malfoy began advancing on her, his cool eyes fixed solely on her. Hermione felt herself embarking on a déjà vu experience, as the space around her dissolved into swirls of colour leaving the only definite form in the blur being Malfoy. However this time Hermione's feet were less reluctant to move backwards, the fact that they felt like they were embedded in cement blocks obviously didn't help. Fine, I'll stay put thought Hermione resolutely. She straightened her 5ft 5" form hoping it would convey a fearless, calm image, when inside she was quaking with tremors that his close presence incited. She bravely met his gaze, faltering slightly when he raised his fingers to reach out for a curl that had strayed out of her usual bun. He began caressing the hair, treating it like he was perusing some exquisite silk, which she was damn sure her hair wasn't like. About to jerk from his reach, he prevented further attempts at movement when he placed his other hand on her neck. Gently stroking the hidden mark he had created earlier that day, he lent in closer.
" Only if you promise the rendezvous in the dark corridor. However for what I have in mind we won't be needing the wands," he whispered so only she could hear, and not Harry who was practically bearing down on his shoulder. And with that he left, leaving Hermione dizzy on the scent of spice and with a lot of explaining to do.
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As soon as Draco got off the train, he found himself onto a coach. On one hand he was out of the rain; however, as there always is, the major downside was that he would have to endure the company (AGAIN! He hastened to add) of Pansy bloody Parkinson. He had scarcely put his foot on to the slick platform, from the train steps when he felt a clawing hand reach out, grab him and physically pull him into a waiting coach. He could have broken from the hold but at that moment he thought stupidly that nothing could be worse then standing longer in the rain, ruining his hair and robes. That led him to his present situation, sitting in a coach; staring absently (admittedly re -runs with his tête-à-tête with Granger flitted from time to time in his mind, but only in a triumphant way, out of the window trying to ignore Pansy's constant gaze. To make it even worse with every bump, she found it enough of a reason to end up practically sitting on his lap, meaning he would then have to throw her off and listen to her loud sighing. Draco could feel his temperature slowly rise, and started fiddling with his hands, an outlet for all his angry energy.
Then another jolt. "Oooooo.." squealed Pansy girlishly as she once again propelled herself into Draco, colliding herself with his right arm that he had raised in preparation to prevent another ride on his lap.
" Ow! God damn it Parkinson! Will you just stay the fuck away from me!" growled Draco. Who cares if her father is a death eater, as pain radiating from the banged dark mark began to shoot up and down his arm. Pansy stared at him inquisitively, noting where his gaze was directed. Curious the same spot where Daddy has the dark mark.
Yet again Draco found Pansy too close for comfort.
" You have the dark mark don't you? Mummy told me that you did, but I wasn't sure whether to believe her, of course Daddy never tells me anything," her eyes growing larger by the second. Draco simply ignored her. " I'm so proud of you."
Whatever thought Draco.
" Oh it can all happen then," she clapped her hands excitedly. " Mr Malfoy always wanted us, you know.." She struggled appearing coquettish. Although Draco found the deception laughable, she had finally secured his attention with the mention of Lucius. ".well you know we have always been *cough, cough* intended for one another." Draco waved his hand impatiently, he already knew this; but of course it didn't mean that he had any intention of following through with the nasty deed.
" Well Daddy was never overly keen on the whole idea. He had some stupid notion that you were not of 'our kind' and that Voldemort would never allow you to join being so weak and stuff." Pansy caught the fury that engulfed his silver eyes, and quickly redeemed herself, " But of course you're not now. You're so wonderfully strong."
Draco ripped the part of his robe that had been clutched in her hand, in fear of it getting drooled upon.
"..well anyway now you have the dark mark, Daddy will agree. And him and Mr Malfoy can start organizing the plans, well that was what Mummy always told me. And now that the Lord will probably have given his blessing for the match it will only be a matter of time." Voldemort and blessing, Draco had never heard those two words strung in a sentence together, it made him wonder what else Lucius kept from him.
"Blessing?"
" Didn't you know?"
Of course not you fool, why else would I be asking thought Draco. Pansy taking the glare Draco was directing at her as her cue, she eagerly explained the situation to him," Mummy told me that once you became a death eater Daddy and Mr Malfoy would go to Voldemort for his blessing. Which he will probably give, cos there is no reason why two of the most powerful pureblood families can't be joined," she ended smugly.
Defying Mr Parkinson, hell even Lucius was something he was prepared to do but Voldemort was an entirely different matter. He would be struck with the Avada Kedavra Curse in a flash, and personally Draco enjoyed being among the living. At that moment Pansy brushed up against him, prompting Draco to survey his to-be-wife; well take that back he didn't think he would live long if he was married to her. He would probably end up Avadering himself. No, he would send a letter to his mother and clear this all up. Knowing Pansy this was some made-up fantasy, for the rest of the journey to Hogwarts Draco prayed this was the case.
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" Hermione I want the truth! No stories about books, dreams, just the truth," yelled Harry, his arms gesticulating wildly; spreading Malfoy's scent through the air till all trace was gone. Hermione couldn't help but be disappointed at the loss; she was starting to enjoy having the lingering aroma around her, brought back memories of beautiful silver eyes. Stop it! Hermione warned herself as she became aware of Harry's angry gaze boring into her.
" You're doing it again. You're thinking of him aren't you?" Hermione simply shook her head, there was no point making excuses he would see right through them.
"Why him?" Harry waited while Hermione opened and closed her mouth several times, each instant about to say something and then realize how stupid it sounded. Finally it came, the truth.
" I don't know why but every time he's close to me I get these feelings." Harry continued staring at her, wanting further explanation. Hermione couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye when she said her next thought; instead she concentrated on the ink stain on the one of the seats.
" It feels like I love him." Harry's reaction was definitely not what she had been anticipating. At first his eyes doubled in size, his mouth gaped open and then rapidly shut; and then this was the shocker he erupted into a laughing fit, clutching his stomach to control his amusement.
On one hand at least he wasn't screaming at her, but another part of her couldn't help but be offended that he wasn't taking her declaration of dare she say it 'love' seriously. Did he just think she was incapable of ever feeling like that? Was she simply a brain with no passion for anything apart from bloody books, is that what he thought of her? Nervousness was gradually converting into annoyance.
"What are you laughing at? I'm not joking!" Hermione yelled at Harry, who had tears running down his face.
" You what?" Harry managed to wheeze out as he began to control his laughter until it was reduced to the odd chuckle.
" I'm serious Harry. I get that feeling every time Malfoy is near." This time Hermione kept eye contact, not wanting to make the same mistake as last time. All mirth gone.
" You what! Hermione he is a complete PRICK! Oh and lets not forget a death eater, a Slytherin, the son of a murderer who effectively help kill Sirius. You know, my Godfather! He's a Voldemort- worshipping git, and just in case you forgot Voldemort is the muggle- hating, parent-killing bastard that we have been trying to fight for the last 6 years."
"He might not be a death eater," said Hermione quietly, picking on the only point in Harry's speech that had any chance of not being true.
Harry actually guawfed at that, " Don't be so bloody naïve Hermione. When has he ever expressed anything but pride about his association with the dark arts." Harry paused before stating, "He could never LOVE (Harry strangled the word out) you... Why do you like (Harry couldn't bring himself to say the L word twice) him anyway?" For a split second Hermione thought he wanted an answer but he just as swiftly changed his mind. " Scrap that I'd rather not know."
He walked past her, and stepped into the corridor. He faced her one last time, before catching a coach with Ron, " If you are serious about this, I wouldn't bother. He could never think of you in that way, he can't. He doesn't have a soul." Hermione left alone could only hope for one thing, "Maybe it's lost." With that still in her head Lavender came running into the carriage and dragged her into a coach, all the while talking about how it would be stupid for the head girl to miss the sorting ceremony.
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Millions of floating candles lit the setting in front of him, illuminating the features of the children as they once more entered the familiar great hall. So many choices and possibilities in one room, Albus Dumbledore never tired of speculating on what the future would hold for each of the individuals that graced the halls of Hogwarts. He passed a tired hand through his now thinning silver hair, gaze flitting from one face to another until it came to settle on one of the most promising students. Hermione Granger was sitting on the Gryffindor table surrounded by her peers, who were all chatting spiritedly with each other, no doubt exchanging tales of summer work, holidays maybe the odd romance. However his eyes remained fixed on the girl who was a picture of loneliness, despite the fact that she in the center of an ever-growing throng of people. It pained him to see her face that was ordinarily glowing with life, expressionless. Her eyes weren't sparkling with intelligence, her mouth wasn't curled up into a friendly smile and with every second that passed he watched as her body wilted, she was slowly being swallowed up by the mass. He understood that she wanted it that way, she wasn't resisting her fate instead she just wanted to be left alone with nothing to occupy herself with except for her thoughts.
Dumbledore was reluctant to allow his eyes to wander away from her, with the fear that she would indeed disappear if no one acknowledged her presence. It was in these seconds that he noticed that her eyes would glance at the main doors every time they creaked open. So far they had always come away dissatisfied and would return to the blankness they had perfected in such a short moment of time. Again a creak, she reacted quickly, shifting her gaze; however this time her eyes were not so willing to leave the subject. She appeared to be blooming in front of him; her eyes had regained their sparkle and her posture altered to get a better view. Curious to know what caused such change Dumbledore followed her line of sight, and he was led to a shiny head boy badge pinned proudly on school black robes. Curious thought Dumbledore as his gaze left a captivated Hermione Granger.
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As soon as the coach had trundled its way to the Hogwarts entrance, Hermione had flung herself out of its claustrophobic interior, desperate to escape Lavender's constant babble. Walking up the steps, Hermione had felt immediately guilty for her desertion. Despite the continued ringing in her ears that Lavender's voice had produced, she turned around looking for the blonde girl hoping to make amends for her blatant rudeness. She couldn't help but be relieved when she saw that Lavender was involved in an engrossing conversation with her best friend Parvati Patil. Turning round Hermione made her way to the Great Hall, accepting graciously the congratulations that her classmates made when passing her. Normally she would have relished the compliments that were being thrown her way, but her mind was otherwise engaged. What the hell was happening to her? In a daze Hermione headed over to the great hall, and mechanically made her way to the Gryffindor table. She sat down in her usual seat, smack in the middle, thoughts mulling over in her brain.
Of course Harry was going to be angry, what did she expect. That he would slap her on the back and tell her that Malfoy and her would be the perfect couple. The way his mood changed when he finally comprehended what she had confessed, had scared her. For a second Hermione had actually been prepared for something more physical then the ear bashing she received. No doubt he would have told Ron. Oh god Ron! If Harry was fuming, Hermione was terrified to contemplate on Ron's reaction. Ron was always one for extreme responses, darn the consequences was his motto. Hermione felt her body breakdown, as the weight of realization came upon her shoulders. They would disown her! Her only true friends! As memories from 1st year flashed through her head; spending time in lonely toilet cubicles, alone and friendless she felt the determination to resolve the situation grow within her. She skimmed her eyes along the faces at the table, they weren't there; and so every time she heard the recognizable creak of the doors her eyes would immediately flick over there. Each time hoping it would be her best friends, each time disappointed. She heard another creak, and again she glanced over to see who had entered.
What she saw took her breath away, her heart began thudding against her rib cage, and her body began trembling with the memory of his lips against her exposed flesh. Malfoy stood there in all his glory; his black robes sweeping along the floor, contrasting brilliantly with his perfect hair and eyes. Almost as if he was aware of her stare he looked straight at her, his gaze piercing through her eyes to the very depths of her soul. At that precise moment she knew she needed him, that she had to be with him. Their past encounters were merely building up to this; he had claimed her, the whole of her. He broke their connection, releasing her, and headed over to his respective table. Free from him, Hermione turned back to the table, and became conscious to the fact that all her housemates were looking at her with concern.
"Are you ok Hermione?" questioned a worried Lavender, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Yes, I'm feeling fine," replied a puzzled Hermione, "Why?" she asked looking at each of their anxious faces in turn.
" You're shaking."
Hermione looked down at her hands, and they were indeed quivering, quivering from the electricity that Malfoy's gaze had caused. Entwining her hands around each other, she tried to squelch them, but instead it got worse. So she placed them on her lap, under the table, where they could shake, away from prying eyes.
"You're red as well."
Oh God! Quickly thinking Hermione lied, " Its just so hot in here." She blew out a puff of air, only to be flabbergasted to see that it came out as a breath of mist, due to the colder than normal atmosphere in the great hall. Everyone looked at her curiously, their stares burning into her.
"Maybe she's in love," came a mocking voice from further down the table. Everybody laughed, "Hermione, in love!
With what "100 and one uses of dragon blood"" exclaimed someone, giving the name of a well known book, which in fact Hermione treasured. Laughter once more rang out at the Gryffindor table.
Well at least they have forgotten about the stupid lie, as she watched her housemates chortle about the idea of her being in love. But hold on, why the hell was everybody finding that so amusing, they didn't laugh when Lavender told stories about the new love of her life. Hermione couldn't help but feel slightly put out. She looked down the table to see whom her sarcastic saviour had been, only to be met with green eyes filled with distain. Harry immediately looked away, and started talking with Ron, who had yet to lift his condemning gaze from her. She watched as Harry whispered something in his ear that finally made him look away. She should be there with them, whispering, she wasn't sure what about, but that wasn't the point, she just should. Dumbledore's speech and the sorting past Hermione's ears, and she merely picked at the impressive food as she planned the words that she would say to Harry and Ron, when she saw them alone.
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Somehow, thank god, Draco was spared from Pansy's attentions (which wouldn't be for long, unless, Draco muttered a quick prayer) from the walk from the entrance of Hogwarts to the great hall. She had run off somewhere saying she needed to check on her makeup, like he cared where she had gone, only that she had. He felt the tension leave his body, as the normal confident and lazy air took its place. He noted how the sea of people parted for him, allowing him to get to point A to point B with little need for shouting or shoving. Draco wasn't sure if it was because of the head boy badge or the natural sense of terror he instilled in people, either way it served a very effective purpose and Draco liked it. Striding down he thought of the letter he would send to his mother, of course he would have to be careful how he phrased it, for Lucius read all the family mail. Malfoy's believed in their privacy from others, but nothing was too be kept secret, well not in Draco's or Narcissa's case, from each other. Ok, lets see... Dearest mother, (scrap that) Dearest Narcissa (better)
I have arrived at Hogwarts, safe and well. I was fortunate enough (as if) to come across Pansy Parkinson on the train. She made me aware of the situation between us. Although I have no complaints ( best not piss Lucuis off sooner than needs be) on that front, I would merely like to know whether the Lord has indeed given his blessing.
Yours sincerely, Draco Malfoy
Short, sweet, to the point; Lucius should have no need to criticize. Draco stored the words in his memory, until he could get his hands on parchment and ink. Reaching the doors to the great hall, he flung them open. The noise the door made was not as loud as he intended, but it had been enough for heads to turn around and see who it was. Draco enjoyed the feeling of people looking at him, hell he was worth looking at. He didn't care if they were stares of loathing or of the deepest adoration, their attention was still deviated towards him, and that's all that mattered. Basking in the limelight Draco soon became alert of a certain brown pair of eyes on him, he turned to look directly into them. In the past he had locked gazes with Granger before, but none of those occasions had been as intense as this, it scared him. The more he looked, the more he felt the rest of the world fall away. The more he looked, the more he could feel the warmth that exuded from her penetrate his cold exterior. The more he looked, the more he wanted to get away from her. He tore his eyes from her, wanting to be released from her stare, and made his way to the Slytherin table.
Sitting down at the head of the table, his reserved seat, Draco tried to get rid of the uncomfortable feelings within him that the stupid mudblood had generated. Caught up in his thoughts he was deaf to Dumbledore's speech and the fact that plates of magnificent food had appeared before him, it was only when Pansy started whining his name repeatedly that he returned back to reality, regretfully so.
"Draco, why aren't you eating? You have to eat."
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up, was all that Draco was thinking.
"When we're married I'll make sure you get the best food," shrilled Pansy. Making sure it was loud enough for every Slytherin to hear. Taking pleasure in the looks of envy she was getting from the other girls, Pansy was unaware of Draco's angry stare; although everybody else had noticed and was now paying much more attention to their plates.
Finally clicking, Pansy faced Draco. He gripped her hand tightly, if his words didn't get through her dense head he would bloody well make sure force did.
"Never ever make assumptions concerning our relationship, I could never marry someone as pathetic, brainless and as ugly as you!" Draco whispered dangerously.
The first two insults, well they were more like facts, but when he called her ugly he could see the tears springing from her eyes. Oh shit! The tears were gradually becoming increasingly heavy, and in between them snorts. Draco needed to get more than hitting- distance away from the stupid girl, before the hall really had a show to watch. Blood boiling Draco got up and headed towards the door. He closed it at the precise moment that Pansy let out a pain filled wail.
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Hermione watched as Malfoy strode out of the great hall, and as if by some unknown force she immediately sat up with the intention of finding what was wrong in the forefront of her brain. The action caused many around her to look at her in wonder. All eyes fixed on her, again, she hated it; it only made her want to leave quicker. Practically running to the doors, she turned round to see Ron and Harry, a look of disgust plastered on their faces. She stopped, conflict raging through her. On one hand, head out of the door, find Malfoy and figure out for once and for all what was happening between them. Or, the more embarrassing of the two, return to her seat, gain some of the respect from her two best friends that she had managed to lose in the space of a morning, and then have to answer questions from her curious classmates as to why she got up in the first place. Being the wimp she was Hermione made sure the door didn't slam shut as she left the great hall.
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Dumbledore watched as Hermione left to follow the volatile head boy; as soon as the door had closed for a second time since the feast started, all four house- tables erupted into chatter. Personally Dumbledore was thankful, it aided in drowning out Miss Parkinson's crying fit, one of many Dumbledore thought, unfortunately. With Pansy's whining muted Dumbledore returned to his original train of thoughts. Of course Severus had informed him of what had occurred on the train, and Dumbledore had naively prayed for illness on the part of Miss Granger. But after what he had witnessed tonight he realized that the situation could not be explained as simply as that, and regretfully nothing good could come of any other explanation. Now Dumbledore was not one to judge a book by its cover, and for the past six years he was convinced that the younger Malfoy would undergo a change in heart and perhaps disregard all of what he had been taught. However considering the ceremony that had taken place this summer, it dispelled all such hopes. He had become what Lucius had wanted, a great wizard certainly but a dark one. Dumbledore was resigned to the fact that not all could be saved, and as he wondered what was taking place in the corridor, he only feared that Hermione would get hurt.
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Hermione had stepped out just in time to see a wisp of black disappear around the corner of the long corridor. It's now or never, and Hermione started to chase after him, her shoes clanking on the marble floor. Round the corner, Hermione was now gasping madly unused to the whole running thing. She could see his tall figure reaching the end of another damn long corridor. She couldn't keep this up, so instead she screamed using all the air that was in her lungs.
"Malfoy!"
Draco stopped, he had heard someone chasing after him. At first he thought it was Pansy wanting to grovel for forgiveness, but then, then he just seemed to know that it would be Granger. That only made him want to get to his common room faster, but when she screamed out his name he felt compelled to stop.
"What do you want mudblood?" unavoidably annoyance laced his words.
With his back still facing her, Hermione jogged towards him, puffing away. " I need to talk to you," she said in between breaths.
" Fine. What could you possibly have to say to me?" Draco turned round, gracing her with the sight of his irritated face.
And the words just blurted out of her," I love you."
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