Hermione found Draco in the detention hall that night, sitting alone and slumped over a table, looking drowsy and bored. She slipped inside, careful not to awaken the professor that sat beside the door, asleep in his chair. "Draco." Hermione was standing beside him, tears in her eyes. "Hermione." Draco said quickly, standing up. "The diary- I'm sorry- Potter- he wrote it-" Hermione pulled him into a soft kiss, catching him by surprise. "Just shut up." Hermione whispered as they withdrew, smiling.
***
Pansy watched Draco and Hermione as they met up at the end of Transfiguration, awkwardly and nervously taking each other's hand, Hermione blushing. Pansy snorted. 'Look what he's lowered himself to,' she thought. 'A filthy Gryffindor mudblood.' Pansy was sickened that any Slytherin, especially Malfoy, would show any public affection towards a Gryffindor or a mudblood for that matter.
A few other nasty Slytherin girls walked up beside her, their arms folded across their chests. Their sweaters were unbuttoned on the top, their ties hanging loosely- all of them looking like private-school whores. "It's disGUSTING." One said, her blonde hair falling around her shoulders. "Totally." Another echoed. "What are you gonna do about it, Pans?" The blonde one asked, glaring at Hermione. Pansy leaned against the wall, crossing her arms across her chest. She smiled to herself. "Oh, he'll pay for this. Him and that little bitch. They'll both see." She paused, ignoring their curiosity, talking more to herself. "In time."
***
Draco had been trying his hardest all day to ignore the staring and whispering as people stood in shock watching him- Draco Malfoy- holding hands with her-Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor mudblood- in the hallways. But he just sighed as he dropped his books down on the table in front of him, waiting for class to begin. Everyone was staring at him, whispering and pointing. Draco sat back in his chair, acting like he didn't even notice they were there. Pansy walked in, followed by a slutty-looking group of Slytherin girls. He recognized a few of them, watching as they tossed their cloaks on the table in front of them, crossing their legs, their short skirts riding up and showing a little more leg then necessary.
Pansy plopped down in the circle of them, whispering. All of them were huddled close together, leaning over their chairs, their skirts continuing to go higher and higher up their legs....
Snape walked into the room, and the girls turned around and faced the front of the room. Draco just sat, looking bored. "Girls," Snape said, stopping by their table. "I will ask you to please limit exposing yourself until you are out of this class, thank you." The girls shot him dirty looks and uncrossed their legs, tugging on their skirts. Draco wondered why the skirts were such a big deal. He looked over at them, lust building up in him. The blonde one- her name was Lilia- was twisting a piece of her blonde hair around her finger, gum smacking between her teeth. He remembered the night he'd spent with her- the night they'd gotten drunk one summer when his parents were out of town. Pansy was passed out on the couch and Draco and Lilia retreated to his bedroom. The rest was a blur, but obvious, remembering waking up beside her. She winked at him, letting her hair fall back onto her shoulder. Draco looked away, thinking about how mad Hermione would be if she'd seen that. But she was sitting quietly beside him, not talking.
Draco's eyes and mind wandered about the room, before reaching their spot on the girls again. Lilia was still staring at him, twisting her hair again. She crossed her legs again and leaned forward a bit, her cleavage popping out at him. He pulled his eyes away, trying to think about only Hermione.
Only the Gryffindor mudblood he was now dating- rather then the sexy Slytherin who kept checking him out. Draco's mind was racing. 'What the hell am I doing?' He thought to himself, before standing up and walking out of the room, ignoring Snape's calls to come back.
***
The common room was quiet- shadows twisting on the walls. Draco sat alone, trying to sort things out. Was he really dating a mudblood? Was he really in love with this girl? Pansy entered the room, taking her usual seat beside him on the sofa, reaching for him. Back to familiar battle zones, Draco felt her hand slip around him, and up around his neck. "I know you don't really love Granger, now, do you?" Draco kept quiet, looking away from her. "Go away, Pans." He mumbled. She shook her head. "I want you to know that no matter what- I will always want you." Pansy stood up. "And until you want me back- I'll be waiting." She turned on her heels and walked slowly towards the girls' dormitory, voluntarily swinging her hips.
Draco sighed. Pansy wasn't the girl for him. She'd decieved him too much. Hermione wasn't the girl for him either- she was just too....Hermione. He thought of her smile- and the way her eyes lit up. "Sorry, Granger." Draco said to the empty room, before reaching over and grabbing a piece of parchment from the table beside him and a quill and ink.
***
Tear drops fell onto the piece of parchment Hermione held in her hand, her hand trembling. What was going on?
"Hermione-
I'm sorry- this makes no sense to me either. But I just can't see anything right going between us. All I see is questions that need answers- and the only answer to them is to let 'us' go. I am so sorry- please, carry on like this never happened. Please have it in your heart to forgive me.
-Draco"
Hermione fell against the wall, the piece of parchment falling from her hand. How could she have actually believed in something that was too good to be true? How could she have actually believed that Draco Malfoy could love someone like her- a dorky little mudblood? Her heart had been in his hands, and he'd just dropped it on the floor and stomped on it. Why had he fought for her? Why had he shown so much love and respect to her before? Hermione thought about what he said in the note- "This makes no sense to me either". Then why did he do it?
***
"You bastard!" Hermione threw a book across the room, and Draco ducked down. "You can't just walk into people's lives and screw it all up like this!" Hermione chucked an empty ink canister at him, and it hit the wall, shattering on the floor. "Hermione- calm down!" "Don't tell me what to do!" Hermione screamed, glaring at him. "You're just an egotistical, back-stabbing jerkoff!" "Hermione, just hear me out!" Hermione clenched her fists and tried to steady her breathing, glaring at him as he took a few steps closer to her. "I just don't see it working out between us." "Why?!" "Well, because....you're....you.....and I'm...well....me...." "Well," Hermione snorted. "Captain Obvious. I thought this was different." "It was." "Then what changed?" Hermione retorted, folding her arms across her chest. Draco stood in silence, not knowing what to say. Hermione sunk into a chair, waiting for him to answer. A thought came across her mind.
"Did you forget what Felicity taught you?" She said, unfolding her arms slowly and looking at him with tears in her eyes. "She taught you never to judge someone you don't know. Don't you remember?" Draco took a few more steps closer to her, now feeling guilty. "I remember." "Then I'll ask you again," Hermione said, her expression never changing. "Why?" Draco looked into her pained eyes and shook his head. "I don't know." He ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry. I just can't." Draco walked out the door of the empty classroom, feeling horribly guilty and alone.
~*~
Well- that was kind of....well.....weird. I must say.
It was kind of one of those inbetweenie chappies that i put in there that was really fast paced and throws a lot at you at once. The next one will have some action in it, and i think you guys will like it. I'll update as soon as I can.
sara
***
Pansy watched Draco and Hermione as they met up at the end of Transfiguration, awkwardly and nervously taking each other's hand, Hermione blushing. Pansy snorted. 'Look what he's lowered himself to,' she thought. 'A filthy Gryffindor mudblood.' Pansy was sickened that any Slytherin, especially Malfoy, would show any public affection towards a Gryffindor or a mudblood for that matter.
A few other nasty Slytherin girls walked up beside her, their arms folded across their chests. Their sweaters were unbuttoned on the top, their ties hanging loosely- all of them looking like private-school whores. "It's disGUSTING." One said, her blonde hair falling around her shoulders. "Totally." Another echoed. "What are you gonna do about it, Pans?" The blonde one asked, glaring at Hermione. Pansy leaned against the wall, crossing her arms across her chest. She smiled to herself. "Oh, he'll pay for this. Him and that little bitch. They'll both see." She paused, ignoring their curiosity, talking more to herself. "In time."
***
Draco had been trying his hardest all day to ignore the staring and whispering as people stood in shock watching him- Draco Malfoy- holding hands with her-Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor mudblood- in the hallways. But he just sighed as he dropped his books down on the table in front of him, waiting for class to begin. Everyone was staring at him, whispering and pointing. Draco sat back in his chair, acting like he didn't even notice they were there. Pansy walked in, followed by a slutty-looking group of Slytherin girls. He recognized a few of them, watching as they tossed their cloaks on the table in front of them, crossing their legs, their short skirts riding up and showing a little more leg then necessary.
Pansy plopped down in the circle of them, whispering. All of them were huddled close together, leaning over their chairs, their skirts continuing to go higher and higher up their legs....
Snape walked into the room, and the girls turned around and faced the front of the room. Draco just sat, looking bored. "Girls," Snape said, stopping by their table. "I will ask you to please limit exposing yourself until you are out of this class, thank you." The girls shot him dirty looks and uncrossed their legs, tugging on their skirts. Draco wondered why the skirts were such a big deal. He looked over at them, lust building up in him. The blonde one- her name was Lilia- was twisting a piece of her blonde hair around her finger, gum smacking between her teeth. He remembered the night he'd spent with her- the night they'd gotten drunk one summer when his parents were out of town. Pansy was passed out on the couch and Draco and Lilia retreated to his bedroom. The rest was a blur, but obvious, remembering waking up beside her. She winked at him, letting her hair fall back onto her shoulder. Draco looked away, thinking about how mad Hermione would be if she'd seen that. But she was sitting quietly beside him, not talking.
Draco's eyes and mind wandered about the room, before reaching their spot on the girls again. Lilia was still staring at him, twisting her hair again. She crossed her legs again and leaned forward a bit, her cleavage popping out at him. He pulled his eyes away, trying to think about only Hermione.
Only the Gryffindor mudblood he was now dating- rather then the sexy Slytherin who kept checking him out. Draco's mind was racing. 'What the hell am I doing?' He thought to himself, before standing up and walking out of the room, ignoring Snape's calls to come back.
***
The common room was quiet- shadows twisting on the walls. Draco sat alone, trying to sort things out. Was he really dating a mudblood? Was he really in love with this girl? Pansy entered the room, taking her usual seat beside him on the sofa, reaching for him. Back to familiar battle zones, Draco felt her hand slip around him, and up around his neck. "I know you don't really love Granger, now, do you?" Draco kept quiet, looking away from her. "Go away, Pans." He mumbled. She shook her head. "I want you to know that no matter what- I will always want you." Pansy stood up. "And until you want me back- I'll be waiting." She turned on her heels and walked slowly towards the girls' dormitory, voluntarily swinging her hips.
Draco sighed. Pansy wasn't the girl for him. She'd decieved him too much. Hermione wasn't the girl for him either- she was just too....Hermione. He thought of her smile- and the way her eyes lit up. "Sorry, Granger." Draco said to the empty room, before reaching over and grabbing a piece of parchment from the table beside him and a quill and ink.
***
Tear drops fell onto the piece of parchment Hermione held in her hand, her hand trembling. What was going on?
"Hermione-
I'm sorry- this makes no sense to me either. But I just can't see anything right going between us. All I see is questions that need answers- and the only answer to them is to let 'us' go. I am so sorry- please, carry on like this never happened. Please have it in your heart to forgive me.
-Draco"
Hermione fell against the wall, the piece of parchment falling from her hand. How could she have actually believed in something that was too good to be true? How could she have actually believed that Draco Malfoy could love someone like her- a dorky little mudblood? Her heart had been in his hands, and he'd just dropped it on the floor and stomped on it. Why had he fought for her? Why had he shown so much love and respect to her before? Hermione thought about what he said in the note- "This makes no sense to me either". Then why did he do it?
***
"You bastard!" Hermione threw a book across the room, and Draco ducked down. "You can't just walk into people's lives and screw it all up like this!" Hermione chucked an empty ink canister at him, and it hit the wall, shattering on the floor. "Hermione- calm down!" "Don't tell me what to do!" Hermione screamed, glaring at him. "You're just an egotistical, back-stabbing jerkoff!" "Hermione, just hear me out!" Hermione clenched her fists and tried to steady her breathing, glaring at him as he took a few steps closer to her. "I just don't see it working out between us." "Why?!" "Well, because....you're....you.....and I'm...well....me...." "Well," Hermione snorted. "Captain Obvious. I thought this was different." "It was." "Then what changed?" Hermione retorted, folding her arms across her chest. Draco stood in silence, not knowing what to say. Hermione sunk into a chair, waiting for him to answer. A thought came across her mind.
"Did you forget what Felicity taught you?" She said, unfolding her arms slowly and looking at him with tears in her eyes. "She taught you never to judge someone you don't know. Don't you remember?" Draco took a few more steps closer to her, now feeling guilty. "I remember." "Then I'll ask you again," Hermione said, her expression never changing. "Why?" Draco looked into her pained eyes and shook his head. "I don't know." He ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry. I just can't." Draco walked out the door of the empty classroom, feeling horribly guilty and alone.
~*~
Well- that was kind of....well.....weird. I must say.
It was kind of one of those inbetweenie chappies that i put in there that was really fast paced and throws a lot at you at once. The next one will have some action in it, and i think you guys will like it. I'll update as soon as I can.
sara