A/N Sorry about the short chapters! I haven't had much time to write. My family is keeping me busy and so are my friends. HEHEHE! I'm trying to post regularly and I think I'm doing a goodjob. Anways I promise to make the next chapter longer. Thanks for the reviews!! More comedy in next chapter probably.
Chapter 17
Choices
"Hermione! I can't believe you just left." Sirius told her slightly mad at her for her actions.
"Sirius, I need help." She simply said collapsing on a chair in his new quarters.
"Why? What happened?" He asked concerned. She swallowed.
"I don't know." He interpreted it in another way.
Maybe he didn't want to believe that she didn't know how to make a decisions, or maybe he was too dense to figure out what she was talking about.
"If you don't know what you need help with then I can't help you." She shook her head at him. He was making this even harder for her.
"I can't choose. I don't know who I love more. It's not right to lead you on. Both of you." She said honestly.
"You even think about picking Malfoy over me? Why?" She couldn't believe this was the same Sirius she had fallen for.
Maybe it wasn't. Maybe he had changed. Then again, he might have always been like that. She was just blinded by the so called 'love'. So called love? Was there such a thing?
Could she really be stupid enough to see things that weren't there? Could she have only seen those things that she liked in him. Was he not the person she thought. Those simple words made her think.
If she was stupid enough to misinterpret Sirius's gestures back then as sweet and caring when they were cruel and selfish then maybe she misinterpreted Draco's gestures as well. She always had a doubt in the back of her mind about Sirius.
But when she thought about it... She never had with Draco. He was open and honest. Always. She didn't dislike anything he did. He always had some reason to.
When she thought back to her relationship with Sirius, she could remember him taunting her about her grades. Not the way Harry and Ron did because they were bored and wanted their friends, but Sirius was cruel about his words. He was selfish about keeping her from her studies. Harry and Ron had never pushed it when she said no. Sirius had sometimes made her stop reading.
Draco had never. He had always accepted her for who she was. Draco was cruel to her before. He had to. If she was eleven years old and in her original, real family name then she wouldn't have resisted. He was a child. He had already stopped. He had changed it after so long when it was so difficult, and she had problems changing it after a month or so.
Sirius was a wonderful person. He was a great person. She loved him. She loved him a lot. She loved him as the goofy man who always cheered up her best friend. She loved him as her best friend's Godfather. She loved him as an adult friend.
The comparison was the only way to bring out what she felt, starting with those few cruel and judgmental words. She loved Draco. She loved Draco as a friend. As a boyfriend. As a lover. He was her everything and it had taken her too long to find that out.
"I'm sorry Sirius." She said simply. He looked at her confused.
"You're sorry? Why would you ever be sorry?" She gulped as she started to continue.
"I'm sorry that I can't love you like you might love me. I love Draco." She said as she actually burst right in front of him.
"Hermione? How did you? Did you just burst? You can't do that, and where have you been?" Draco asked her.
"A lot of places. Don't worry, I'm fine. Fuck, it's already three in the morning. Until when did Quidditch practice go?" She muttered looking at her watch.
"Quidditch? You mean you went to Sweden?" He questioned her.
"Yeah...I had some 'stuff' to think about so I figured... QUIDDITCH!" He looked at her. He was clearly confused about what she had to think about.
"Stuff?" He asked her. She blinked. It was most likely a mistake saying that.
"I'm a seventeen year old girl... Can I not have stuff?" She lied incredibly well for someone usually so honest. He blinked.
"You are lying to me." She blinked. She could have fooled anyone, but not Draco. Never Draco.
"I know." She sighed.
There was long silence that followed. Draco's face was the usual ice. She was slightly frightened by this. He wasn't supposed to be ice while talking to her.
"I'm sorry." She croaked out. He didn't say anything. She cowered at the silence. He didn't say anything.
"The day we lie to one another is not a good one." He simply said before going out of the portrait hole.
She knew that this was not good. It could not be good. Her lying had affected him. To what extent she did not know. That he only said that last sentence bothered her.
She would have preferred screaming. She knew it was for the better that he cared that she lied, but he did not have to be so... Perceptive. Screaming would have been wonderful. A threat even, but no. He was silent.
Draco walked the halls silently. She did not have to lie to him. Did she not know that he could be trusted.
She has to know that she can trust me. I mean I love her. She loves me. At least I hope. I could never be mad at her for anything small. Unless it was something very bad.
She wouldn't do anything. Would she? No Draco. You are being paranoid. Arrogant git you are. She does not trust me?
Maybe because I cannot trust her. Maybe she does not love me after all. Maybe after all we have been through she doesn't love me. Maybe it was all just game to her. As if I am the prey. I am nor prey nor hunter, nor is this a game.
Is it to her? Just a game. Just a way to get under my skin. She succeeded alright. And if she is with someone else... What if she is still with Weasley or someone else and this was all just a plan. She lies well.
If the lie was her whole life. If she lied in her eyes. In the way she looks at me is a lie. And if this is a lie. All just a big lie. Then I really am just an arrogant, prissy, just a downright prat.
If this is true... She will pay. They must pay. I can let this all play out farther. I can find out what she thinks. I will undo the lies. I will win.
I am the predator. She is the pray. This is a game. A war I shall win. Pray I shall conquer.
Chapter 17
Choices
"Hermione! I can't believe you just left." Sirius told her slightly mad at her for her actions.
"Sirius, I need help." She simply said collapsing on a chair in his new quarters.
"Why? What happened?" He asked concerned. She swallowed.
"I don't know." He interpreted it in another way.
Maybe he didn't want to believe that she didn't know how to make a decisions, or maybe he was too dense to figure out what she was talking about.
"If you don't know what you need help with then I can't help you." She shook her head at him. He was making this even harder for her.
"I can't choose. I don't know who I love more. It's not right to lead you on. Both of you." She said honestly.
"You even think about picking Malfoy over me? Why?" She couldn't believe this was the same Sirius she had fallen for.
Maybe it wasn't. Maybe he had changed. Then again, he might have always been like that. She was just blinded by the so called 'love'. So called love? Was there such a thing?
Could she really be stupid enough to see things that weren't there? Could she have only seen those things that she liked in him. Was he not the person she thought. Those simple words made her think.
If she was stupid enough to misinterpret Sirius's gestures back then as sweet and caring when they were cruel and selfish then maybe she misinterpreted Draco's gestures as well. She always had a doubt in the back of her mind about Sirius.
But when she thought about it... She never had with Draco. He was open and honest. Always. She didn't dislike anything he did. He always had some reason to.
When she thought back to her relationship with Sirius, she could remember him taunting her about her grades. Not the way Harry and Ron did because they were bored and wanted their friends, but Sirius was cruel about his words. He was selfish about keeping her from her studies. Harry and Ron had never pushed it when she said no. Sirius had sometimes made her stop reading.
Draco had never. He had always accepted her for who she was. Draco was cruel to her before. He had to. If she was eleven years old and in her original, real family name then she wouldn't have resisted. He was a child. He had already stopped. He had changed it after so long when it was so difficult, and she had problems changing it after a month or so.
Sirius was a wonderful person. He was a great person. She loved him. She loved him a lot. She loved him as the goofy man who always cheered up her best friend. She loved him as her best friend's Godfather. She loved him as an adult friend.
The comparison was the only way to bring out what she felt, starting with those few cruel and judgmental words. She loved Draco. She loved Draco as a friend. As a boyfriend. As a lover. He was her everything and it had taken her too long to find that out.
"I'm sorry Sirius." She said simply. He looked at her confused.
"You're sorry? Why would you ever be sorry?" She gulped as she started to continue.
"I'm sorry that I can't love you like you might love me. I love Draco." She said as she actually burst right in front of him.
"Hermione? How did you? Did you just burst? You can't do that, and where have you been?" Draco asked her.
"A lot of places. Don't worry, I'm fine. Fuck, it's already three in the morning. Until when did Quidditch practice go?" She muttered looking at her watch.
"Quidditch? You mean you went to Sweden?" He questioned her.
"Yeah...I had some 'stuff' to think about so I figured... QUIDDITCH!" He looked at her. He was clearly confused about what she had to think about.
"Stuff?" He asked her. She blinked. It was most likely a mistake saying that.
"I'm a seventeen year old girl... Can I not have stuff?" She lied incredibly well for someone usually so honest. He blinked.
"You are lying to me." She blinked. She could have fooled anyone, but not Draco. Never Draco.
"I know." She sighed.
There was long silence that followed. Draco's face was the usual ice. She was slightly frightened by this. He wasn't supposed to be ice while talking to her.
"I'm sorry." She croaked out. He didn't say anything. She cowered at the silence. He didn't say anything.
"The day we lie to one another is not a good one." He simply said before going out of the portrait hole.
She knew that this was not good. It could not be good. Her lying had affected him. To what extent she did not know. That he only said that last sentence bothered her.
She would have preferred screaming. She knew it was for the better that he cared that she lied, but he did not have to be so... Perceptive. Screaming would have been wonderful. A threat even, but no. He was silent.
Draco walked the halls silently. She did not have to lie to him. Did she not know that he could be trusted.
She has to know that she can trust me. I mean I love her. She loves me. At least I hope. I could never be mad at her for anything small. Unless it was something very bad.
She wouldn't do anything. Would she? No Draco. You are being paranoid. Arrogant git you are. She does not trust me?
Maybe because I cannot trust her. Maybe she does not love me after all. Maybe after all we have been through she doesn't love me. Maybe it was all just game to her. As if I am the prey. I am nor prey nor hunter, nor is this a game.
Is it to her? Just a game. Just a way to get under my skin. She succeeded alright. And if she is with someone else... What if she is still with Weasley or someone else and this was all just a plan. She lies well.
If the lie was her whole life. If she lied in her eyes. In the way she looks at me is a lie. And if this is a lie. All just a big lie. Then I really am just an arrogant, prissy, just a downright prat.
If this is true... She will pay. They must pay. I can let this all play out farther. I can find out what she thinks. I will undo the lies. I will win.
I am the predator. She is the pray. This is a game. A war I shall win. Pray I shall conquer.