JUST DROPPED BY TO SAY HI!: Hey there! Since I noticed that almost
everybody in here is a "Hermione-Draco Freakazoid", better give him or her
what he or she want! This story is about Draco confessing his love for
Hermione when all of a sudden; the sweetest and endearing moment they've
ever shared was no use at all due to a person they've never expected to
know something that'll shock everyone in Hogwarts. oh, just read on! Oh,
before continuing I would like to thank fluffychans for inspiring me.
It was destiny that drove them together, And destiny will be it to drift them apart.
PROLOGUE By: Eina [THANKS! =)]
A hot, sunny day at Hogwarts. As the grandfather clock continued to tick, it at the same time annoyed the concentrating (almost) students of Professor Binns. Today, the class of Professor Binns is having a surprise quiz about the first witches and wizards in Asia (kinda cheesy). It wasn't that difficult except for the spelling and pronunciation of their names.
On the meantime, Harry and Ron kept on scratching their heads and dipping their quills, searching for the right answers inside their wizarding brain. Too bad, that Hermione had just breezed through her parchment. (As usual)
"Oh come on, ring!" Hermione thought as she stared at the clock. It was a typical grandfather's clock with gold plated numerals. The hands were copper. The clock could be considered elegant, too bad dust was in it.
"Ok, time's up!" Professor Binns smiled floating around as the students passed their papers forward.
The class gave out a sigh. It was harder than they've ever expected. The spelling of their names was damn hard.
"Ouch, my head hurts, I feel like someone's cracking my head open!" Ron grunted as they went to the Gryffindor common room.
"Hey, have you seen Hermione?"
AMIDST THE RAIN by Sentimental Butterfly
Meet me in the library, 12:30 sharp!
"Duh, why should I?" thought Hermione, staring at a somewhat crumpled piece of parchment.
What a lovely day it was for everyone and the two's getting a piece of it. Yep, Harry and Ron alright. Harry had just stared at the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts, which is Cho Chang (according to him) and Ron had just "aced" a project. Well, Hermione, on the other hand, isn't really getting what she had in mind.
"Yo! Mione', wait up!" shouted Harry, catching up, " Where have you been? We've been searching for you." Hermione just grunted.
"Something's wrong, 'Mione?" asked Ron.
"Why bother? Surely it will ruin your day," and Hermione headed to the Gryffindor common room, stomping her feet.
"Hermione's getting a lil' bad-tempered these days." Said Ron with a shrug.
"Uh."
"You okay, Harry? Don't tell me she influenced you too."
"Uh."
"Ah, eh Harry? You're kinda drooling."
"What?! Oops! Sorry, I just, I just."
Ron just rolled his eyes, heaved a sigh then said, " People are getting weirder these days and you, my dear friend, are not an exception to that." And just made his way to the Great Hall, losing the strength of feeling of going to the common room. Harry followed him later on.
Meanwhile.
Hermione arrived at the common room. Seeing that everybody's out of sight, she plopped herself on a couch. Pressure, pressure, pressure, this had never, ever happened to her. She stared at the piece of parchment she just received this morning.
Meet me in the library, 12:30 sharp!
An anonymous letter.from who could it is? Hermione tried to think of some way on how to know who wrote it. Besides, why would she come if the sender himself is unknown? She tried to hex it, yet no charm worked out. Any enchantment but it was no use. She had intentions of giving up yet curiosity arouse. What if this is an emergency from a friend? A professor, maybe? Or a good omen somehow? (Weird though coz she never believed in omens) She glanced at the grandfather's clock. Good, it's still quarter to twelve, thought Hermione. She tidied herself and rushed towards the direction, which led to the library. As she was hurriedly walking to get there on time, she accidentally bumped into goodness knows what, but the snobby Pansy Parkinson.
"Oh, hello, Granger," mocked Pansy, her nose in the air, " next time, have your hair cut, okish? So that next time, you won't be bumping into someone like a rude maniac with her hair as the cause of the incident!"
" I mustn't waste time," muttered Hermione and trailed off, leaving Parkinson muttering words filled with hatred under her breath. Beads of sweat formed from her forehead. She could hear her heart thumping tremendously like a gong being played by an impatient gong master.
Wait a minute, I shouldn't be nervous. This is no such big deal.
"Or is it?" said a voice in Hermione's mind.
12:25, not bad. She made it on time. She again tidied herself and entered the library. Madame Pince eyed at her suspiciously.
"Looking for something, dear?"
"Oh, thanks but no thanks, I think I can manage on my own."
"Whatever you like, dear."
She waited on a seat, but the mysterious person hasn't arrived yet.
"Oooh, what's taking you so long?!"
Suddenly, a note was intentionally tossed in her face.
"OUCH! What's this bull**** doing in my face?! ARGH!!!" She took off the somewhat sticky piece of parchment that caused her face go red. Without any hesitation, she hurriedly opened it.
Aisle 35, History of Divination, NOW!
Hermione got up from her seat (not noticing Madame Pince making a stern What's-wrong-with-you look) Hurriedly; she made her way towards Aisle 35. She could hear her beating like drums that are being played aside from her footsteps. Aisle 32, 33, 34 ~ at last she made it. Taking a peek in Aisle 35, nobody was there. Suddenly ~
"Wait a minute, there's no Aisle 35!" panicked Hermione and was about to leave when all of a sudden; the surroundings began to whirl like a somewhat cloudy illusion. A cloud of smoke started to make Hermione feel a little dizzy. Her eyes start to droop as the essence of the smog drove her mind on a high.
"*Coughs* What's this?" The surroundings and the environment changed. It was all vivid now. It was like all black and dark and only the flaming torches shed and gave light to the somewhat melancholic chamber. It was just like an empty room, with no sound wanting to be heard, no sight wanting to be seen, no sensation wanting to be felt. But of what she thought was wrong. Something amidst the shadows was an unclear figure, a shape of a person, a boy, hair slicked back, face pale and eyes as blue as the sky.
Hermione gasped. Taking a step aback, she tried to escape, yet every direction she would face the shadow still remained in her sight.
"Hermione, don't go. I promise, no harm," said Malfoy coolly.
Yet, she was speechless. It was like her feet rooted to the ground. Draco walked towards her. Seeing this, Hermione wanted to scream; yet no word came out from her mouth.
"Her-er-Granger, uh, so g-glad to have you here."
Hermione raised an eyebrow in confusion. What does he mean? Confusion, pain and guilt started to distract her yet she tried to hide it.
"If you want to say something, Malfoy, say it now. You're wasting my time."
"Hermione," saying this, he heaved a sigh. Hermione saw it in his eyes. Then she got the message. Horrified, she clasped her hands to her ears as if to fear something yet the sweetest words slipping from his mouth didn't let her remain ignorant at that time.
"I-I l-lo-o y-y."
"What?!"
"Well, you see."
"You IMBECILE! I'm losing my patience, can't you just say what you-."
" Alright then, I-I-I LOVE YOU!!!!" Three words were all it took for Hermione to be stunned. Is this really the snobby, vain imbecile Hermione and her friends despise? Draco went on.
"I-I know I've been an idiot wanting and waiting to be heard. And I was wrong, I was wrong of not asking you out in the first place during the Yule Ball when that grumpy Krum a-asked you out."
"Hermione still remained speechless, not knowing what to do or say. Sure, he had been an imbecile, a look-at-me freak but there is something in him that Hermione felt. Until she realized that little by little she was also falling for him.
" Draco, it's w-wrong to love a-a mudblood like-."
"Y-you m-mean everything t-to me." Draco cut her off with these words. Upon hearing this, Hermione started to cry. She tried to hide it, yet the tears kept on pouring down on her cheeks. Draco leaned forward and caressed her cheeks and wiped away the tears. Draco leaned even closer and whispered to her ear. There was something on his mind. How long he wanted to say this yet there was still a hindrance, pride. But nothing could stop him, no one, not even his father to say it:
"AMIDST THE RAIN that we'll encounter, I'll f-fight for my feelings for you, even if it's death we're talking about."
Staring at his soulful eyes, hermione couldn't help it but cry. But Draco ended her tears of guilt with a sweet kiss in the cheek, until his lips met with hers.
Pansy Parkinson was strolling in the hallway like a vain goose. She had just come out from the Great Hall, and received a lot of side-talks from nosy students.
"Why couldn't they just meddle their own lives?" wondered the girl aloud. She could still recall the names students call her. Hey slut! Flirty goose! Yo! B****! Although sometimes it's too offensive, she still denies the fact that everyone hated her. She was about to recite the password when she remembered something.
Oops! I forgot to check out a book about the history of Divination! Better have it checked out now. And off she trotted towards the library. Reaching the library, she asked the librarian where the History of Divination is located.
"Straight to Aisle 36." After exchanging thank you's, she finally headed towards Aisle 36.
It was like forever for Hermione when she had just shared a kiss with the boy she thought would ruin her life forever. She didn't want to end it, neither do Draco himself. They thought this sensation would never end but shock drove over them. Pansy was standing at the edge of the aisle, jaw- dropped, whimpering and murmuring the word, traitor. Until, a menacing smile drew across her lips and said:
" Wait for the worst, Hermione Granger," and ran outside, laughing a sinister laugh, Hermione pushing Malfoy aside, running away from him, leaving the boy behind, mesmerized.
I guess you've heard I guess you've known In time I should have told you but I guess I'm just slow It's not really romantic, but I know that it's real I hope you don't mind if I say what I feel
You were there (From Draco to Hermione)
MAIKLING PASABI LANG: I would like to thank those who reviewed and read
this fanfic and my other fanfics. About the song, I took it from the song
You Were There (I don't know who's the original but I do know that it was
revived by our local artist). SO START REVIEWING NOW!
THANKS AGAIN! Oh and please r&r my other fanfics, thank you!
It was destiny that drove them together, And destiny will be it to drift them apart.
PROLOGUE By: Eina [THANKS! =)]
A hot, sunny day at Hogwarts. As the grandfather clock continued to tick, it at the same time annoyed the concentrating (almost) students of Professor Binns. Today, the class of Professor Binns is having a surprise quiz about the first witches and wizards in Asia (kinda cheesy). It wasn't that difficult except for the spelling and pronunciation of their names.
On the meantime, Harry and Ron kept on scratching their heads and dipping their quills, searching for the right answers inside their wizarding brain. Too bad, that Hermione had just breezed through her parchment. (As usual)
"Oh come on, ring!" Hermione thought as she stared at the clock. It was a typical grandfather's clock with gold plated numerals. The hands were copper. The clock could be considered elegant, too bad dust was in it.
"Ok, time's up!" Professor Binns smiled floating around as the students passed their papers forward.
The class gave out a sigh. It was harder than they've ever expected. The spelling of their names was damn hard.
"Ouch, my head hurts, I feel like someone's cracking my head open!" Ron grunted as they went to the Gryffindor common room.
"Hey, have you seen Hermione?"
AMIDST THE RAIN by Sentimental Butterfly
Meet me in the library, 12:30 sharp!
"Duh, why should I?" thought Hermione, staring at a somewhat crumpled piece of parchment.
What a lovely day it was for everyone and the two's getting a piece of it. Yep, Harry and Ron alright. Harry had just stared at the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts, which is Cho Chang (according to him) and Ron had just "aced" a project. Well, Hermione, on the other hand, isn't really getting what she had in mind.
"Yo! Mione', wait up!" shouted Harry, catching up, " Where have you been? We've been searching for you." Hermione just grunted.
"Something's wrong, 'Mione?" asked Ron.
"Why bother? Surely it will ruin your day," and Hermione headed to the Gryffindor common room, stomping her feet.
"Hermione's getting a lil' bad-tempered these days." Said Ron with a shrug.
"Uh."
"You okay, Harry? Don't tell me she influenced you too."
"Uh."
"Ah, eh Harry? You're kinda drooling."
"What?! Oops! Sorry, I just, I just."
Ron just rolled his eyes, heaved a sigh then said, " People are getting weirder these days and you, my dear friend, are not an exception to that." And just made his way to the Great Hall, losing the strength of feeling of going to the common room. Harry followed him later on.
Meanwhile.
Hermione arrived at the common room. Seeing that everybody's out of sight, she plopped herself on a couch. Pressure, pressure, pressure, this had never, ever happened to her. She stared at the piece of parchment she just received this morning.
Meet me in the library, 12:30 sharp!
An anonymous letter.from who could it is? Hermione tried to think of some way on how to know who wrote it. Besides, why would she come if the sender himself is unknown? She tried to hex it, yet no charm worked out. Any enchantment but it was no use. She had intentions of giving up yet curiosity arouse. What if this is an emergency from a friend? A professor, maybe? Or a good omen somehow? (Weird though coz she never believed in omens) She glanced at the grandfather's clock. Good, it's still quarter to twelve, thought Hermione. She tidied herself and rushed towards the direction, which led to the library. As she was hurriedly walking to get there on time, she accidentally bumped into goodness knows what, but the snobby Pansy Parkinson.
"Oh, hello, Granger," mocked Pansy, her nose in the air, " next time, have your hair cut, okish? So that next time, you won't be bumping into someone like a rude maniac with her hair as the cause of the incident!"
" I mustn't waste time," muttered Hermione and trailed off, leaving Parkinson muttering words filled with hatred under her breath. Beads of sweat formed from her forehead. She could hear her heart thumping tremendously like a gong being played by an impatient gong master.
Wait a minute, I shouldn't be nervous. This is no such big deal.
"Or is it?" said a voice in Hermione's mind.
12:25, not bad. She made it on time. She again tidied herself and entered the library. Madame Pince eyed at her suspiciously.
"Looking for something, dear?"
"Oh, thanks but no thanks, I think I can manage on my own."
"Whatever you like, dear."
She waited on a seat, but the mysterious person hasn't arrived yet.
"Oooh, what's taking you so long?!"
Suddenly, a note was intentionally tossed in her face.
"OUCH! What's this bull**** doing in my face?! ARGH!!!" She took off the somewhat sticky piece of parchment that caused her face go red. Without any hesitation, she hurriedly opened it.
Aisle 35, History of Divination, NOW!
Hermione got up from her seat (not noticing Madame Pince making a stern What's-wrong-with-you look) Hurriedly; she made her way towards Aisle 35. She could hear her beating like drums that are being played aside from her footsteps. Aisle 32, 33, 34 ~ at last she made it. Taking a peek in Aisle 35, nobody was there. Suddenly ~
"Wait a minute, there's no Aisle 35!" panicked Hermione and was about to leave when all of a sudden; the surroundings began to whirl like a somewhat cloudy illusion. A cloud of smoke started to make Hermione feel a little dizzy. Her eyes start to droop as the essence of the smog drove her mind on a high.
"*Coughs* What's this?" The surroundings and the environment changed. It was all vivid now. It was like all black and dark and only the flaming torches shed and gave light to the somewhat melancholic chamber. It was just like an empty room, with no sound wanting to be heard, no sight wanting to be seen, no sensation wanting to be felt. But of what she thought was wrong. Something amidst the shadows was an unclear figure, a shape of a person, a boy, hair slicked back, face pale and eyes as blue as the sky.
Hermione gasped. Taking a step aback, she tried to escape, yet every direction she would face the shadow still remained in her sight.
"Hermione, don't go. I promise, no harm," said Malfoy coolly.
Yet, she was speechless. It was like her feet rooted to the ground. Draco walked towards her. Seeing this, Hermione wanted to scream; yet no word came out from her mouth.
"Her-er-Granger, uh, so g-glad to have you here."
Hermione raised an eyebrow in confusion. What does he mean? Confusion, pain and guilt started to distract her yet she tried to hide it.
"If you want to say something, Malfoy, say it now. You're wasting my time."
"Hermione," saying this, he heaved a sigh. Hermione saw it in his eyes. Then she got the message. Horrified, she clasped her hands to her ears as if to fear something yet the sweetest words slipping from his mouth didn't let her remain ignorant at that time.
"I-I l-lo-o y-y."
"What?!"
"Well, you see."
"You IMBECILE! I'm losing my patience, can't you just say what you-."
" Alright then, I-I-I LOVE YOU!!!!" Three words were all it took for Hermione to be stunned. Is this really the snobby, vain imbecile Hermione and her friends despise? Draco went on.
"I-I know I've been an idiot wanting and waiting to be heard. And I was wrong, I was wrong of not asking you out in the first place during the Yule Ball when that grumpy Krum a-asked you out."
"Hermione still remained speechless, not knowing what to do or say. Sure, he had been an imbecile, a look-at-me freak but there is something in him that Hermione felt. Until she realized that little by little she was also falling for him.
" Draco, it's w-wrong to love a-a mudblood like-."
"Y-you m-mean everything t-to me." Draco cut her off with these words. Upon hearing this, Hermione started to cry. She tried to hide it, yet the tears kept on pouring down on her cheeks. Draco leaned forward and caressed her cheeks and wiped away the tears. Draco leaned even closer and whispered to her ear. There was something on his mind. How long he wanted to say this yet there was still a hindrance, pride. But nothing could stop him, no one, not even his father to say it:
"AMIDST THE RAIN that we'll encounter, I'll f-fight for my feelings for you, even if it's death we're talking about."
Staring at his soulful eyes, hermione couldn't help it but cry. But Draco ended her tears of guilt with a sweet kiss in the cheek, until his lips met with hers.
Pansy Parkinson was strolling in the hallway like a vain goose. She had just come out from the Great Hall, and received a lot of side-talks from nosy students.
"Why couldn't they just meddle their own lives?" wondered the girl aloud. She could still recall the names students call her. Hey slut! Flirty goose! Yo! B****! Although sometimes it's too offensive, she still denies the fact that everyone hated her. She was about to recite the password when she remembered something.
Oops! I forgot to check out a book about the history of Divination! Better have it checked out now. And off she trotted towards the library. Reaching the library, she asked the librarian where the History of Divination is located.
"Straight to Aisle 36." After exchanging thank you's, she finally headed towards Aisle 36.
It was like forever for Hermione when she had just shared a kiss with the boy she thought would ruin her life forever. She didn't want to end it, neither do Draco himself. They thought this sensation would never end but shock drove over them. Pansy was standing at the edge of the aisle, jaw- dropped, whimpering and murmuring the word, traitor. Until, a menacing smile drew across her lips and said:
" Wait for the worst, Hermione Granger," and ran outside, laughing a sinister laugh, Hermione pushing Malfoy aside, running away from him, leaving the boy behind, mesmerized.
I guess you've heard I guess you've known In time I should have told you but I guess I'm just slow It's not really romantic, but I know that it's real I hope you don't mind if I say what I feel
You were there (From Draco to Hermione)
MAIKLING PASABI LANG: I would like to thank those who reviewed and read
this fanfic and my other fanfics. About the song, I took it from the song
You Were There (I don't know who's the original but I do know that it was
revived by our local artist). SO START REVIEWING NOW!
THANKS AGAIN! Oh and please r&r my other fanfics, thank you!