Disclaimer: I really wish that I owned Draco, but sadly I don't. Nor do I
own anything in this story beside Damien.
A/N: Here comes the conflict and the drama!
Once again, Monday came. Hermione was eating at the table with Ron and Harry as usual. Just like every other morning since she had been with Draco, she glanced over at him. They would share a quick smile and resume their meals.
Hermione was looking forward to potions class. Snape was changing seats and everyone would be at a table of four. Two students from each house! She had a very good chance of being placed with Draco. Now it would not seem so odd or suspicious when she looked his way.
"If I may have your attention, I have an announcement to make." Dumbledore tapped his glass with his spoon and stood up.
All the laughter, and chitchat stopped. In a few seconds it became silent, and everyone's attention was towards Dumbledore.
"That's better. Now, I wanted to let you all know that aside from the End of the Year Ball, we will be having a valentines dance for fourth years and above. And for those of you who haven't guessed, it will be held on Friday February fourteenth." Dumbledore cheerfully announced.
At that moment Hermione slightly turned her head to see Draco. He was looking at her. Though it was hard, Hermione was able to read his lips. He told her that they would talk at their meeting.
After breakfast was over everyone filed out of the dining hall and headed for their first classes. Hermione smiled as she entered Snape's classroom. He stood at the doorway grinning evilly as his pupils entered and stood along the back wall.
"I do not wish to repeat myself, so listen closely. You all know that you will be placed at a table of four. Now, first is Crabbe, Goyle, Weasley, and Longbottem." Snape's horrid face twisted.
The two Slytherin idiots just shrugged and sat down. Ron and Neville gave sighs of disappointment and folded their arms across their chests. Ron even scooted his chair as far as possible from Goyle's.
"Next is Malfoy, Granger, Potter and Parkinson." He smiled with amusement.
Hermione let out a fake sigh and took her seat next to Malfoy. They scooted far apart, but when no one looked smiled. Harry glared at Pansy, and she at him.
"This sucks. Why do I have to get stuck with you losers? Oh well, at least I have you Drakey!" Pansy cooed and reached across the table to place her hand over Draco's.
Hermione glared at Pansy. How dare that little slut touch HER Draco! Draco yanked his hand back and wiped it off as if it were dirty. Then he snapped his head toward Pansy.
"Don't touch me!" He growled in a deep voice.
"Oh you know you love it." Harry added with a grin and smiled at Hermione.
Hermione simply shook her head at his immatureness. Was that comment really necessary? And who was he to say such things to her boyfriend?
"Shut up Potty. You don't know what you're talking about." Draco sneered viciously.
"Everyone knows you've slept with her." Harry laughed.
"I have never kissed, hugged, dated, let alone slept with that little slut! For your information Potty, I have a girlfriend." Draco snapped.
Hermione slowly turned towards Draco and gave him a questioning look. He merely glanced at her and turned back to Harry. Both boys seemed to be having a staring contest. They stared each other down for a long time until a stupid comment from Pansy brought them out of it.
"So what time are you going to pick me up for the dance?" Pansy asked.
"Are you deaf woman? Did you not hear me before? I said that I have a girlfriend. Even if I didn't have one what could possibly possess me to go out with you of all people?" Draco laughed.
"Seven is fine with me." She twirled her hair around her finger.
"I'm going with someone else. Why don't you go with Goyle? He'd love your company." Draco commented.
"They would be just perfect for each other too." Hermione smiled.
"Who invited you into this conversation you little mudblood?" Pansy snapped at Hermione.
"I did." Draco snarled.
"Watch it Parkinson." Hermione warned.
"What is up with your hair? You are always changing it. First it was really horrid and fluffy. Then it was curly. And you have had red, brown and black hair. Can you decide on one please? I'm getting annoyed with it." Pansy sighed.
"Good. Oh, by the way, Daisy, you have gum in your hair." Hermione smiled.
"My name is not Daisy. It's Pansy." She spat.
"Whatever Daisy. Oh, and you smeared your lipstick too." Hermione giggled.
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After classes got out for the day Hermione made her way towards her room so she could change and go meet Draco. There was so much she wanted to discuss with him! Mainly about the dance. She really wanted to go with him.
She had almost reached the door when she heard someone panting behind her and calling her name. She turned around and saw Harry catching his breath.
"Are you ok Harry?" She asked with concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I had to stay in class for a few minutes and I ran as fast as I could to get to you before I got too nervous, and I can't back out now because I'm here. Crap." He sighed.
"Was there something you wanted to ask me?" Hermione arched her eyebrow.
He nodded and stared down at his feet for a minute. Instantly she knew what was coming and she inwardly moaned. Why did things have to happen this way?
"Um, you heard about the dance right? Well I was sorta wondering if you would like to go with me?" Harry babbled.
Hermione sighed and leaned up against the wall and didn't look at Harry. She knew that she should have gone to Draco immediately and discussed things over with him, but she stayed and became silent.
"Hermione? Did you hear me?" Harry asked.
"Yes." She didn't make eye contact with him.
He stepped toward her and reached a hand up to her face. She turned her face away and moved over a step.
"What's wrong Hermione?" Harry seemed so concerned and it hurt Hermione.
"I don't know if I can go with you Harry. It isn't official yet, but I'm more then likely going with someone else." Hermione whispered.
"With who?" Harry questioned as his voice cracked a bit.
"I can't tell you." She shook her head and finally made eye contact with him.
"Why not Hermione? What happened between us? I remember a time when you had quite a crush on me. I thought you would be happy I asked you. What's going on? What aren't you telling me?" Harry asked.
"There are a lot of things I'm not telling you." Hermione answered.
"Then who are you telling?" Harry whispered.
"Him." Hermione replied.
"Who is he? Is he even in our house? Because if he was you probably would have told me already! Then again you seem to be keeping secrets from me so I guess I wouldn't know." Harry glared.
"Stop it Harry! Stop it! You have no right to do this to me! I'm not going to the dance with you, and who I go out with is none of your concern!" She yelled.
"Yes it is!" He argued.
"No. It's not. How is it your concern?" Hermione asked.
"Because I love you!" He shouted.
"You can't love me Harry. Not now." Hermione shook her head.
"I can't control it Hermione! You think I chose to love you? Well I didn't! You don't get to choose who you fall in love with Hermione. I wish I was given a choice, but I wasn't!" Harry screamed.
"You think you're the only one to go through this? I have it far worse then you. Have you ever been in a relationship that you had to keep a secret from the world?" Hermione questioned.
He didn't answer. He stepped forward and leaned in to kiss her. Hermione pushed his chest and backed away.
"I already told you Harry. I don't love you. Now leave me alone." A tear slid down her face.
"This isn't over yet Hermione." He turned and walked away.
As soon as she saw that he was gone she walked inside the prefect common room and dropped her stuff down. Draco walked out of his room with Damien and the papers and froze as soon as he saw her.
She stayed there as the tears slid down her cheeks. It would have been the worst day of her life, but he was there. He crossed the room and held her to him. Then he led her over to the couch and sat down and pulled her into his lap. He rubbed her back and stroked her hair.
"What's wrong Hermione?"
A/N: Seven reviews please! Then I'll give you chapter thirteen!
A/N: Here comes the conflict and the drama!
Once again, Monday came. Hermione was eating at the table with Ron and Harry as usual. Just like every other morning since she had been with Draco, she glanced over at him. They would share a quick smile and resume their meals.
Hermione was looking forward to potions class. Snape was changing seats and everyone would be at a table of four. Two students from each house! She had a very good chance of being placed with Draco. Now it would not seem so odd or suspicious when she looked his way.
"If I may have your attention, I have an announcement to make." Dumbledore tapped his glass with his spoon and stood up.
All the laughter, and chitchat stopped. In a few seconds it became silent, and everyone's attention was towards Dumbledore.
"That's better. Now, I wanted to let you all know that aside from the End of the Year Ball, we will be having a valentines dance for fourth years and above. And for those of you who haven't guessed, it will be held on Friday February fourteenth." Dumbledore cheerfully announced.
At that moment Hermione slightly turned her head to see Draco. He was looking at her. Though it was hard, Hermione was able to read his lips. He told her that they would talk at their meeting.
After breakfast was over everyone filed out of the dining hall and headed for their first classes. Hermione smiled as she entered Snape's classroom. He stood at the doorway grinning evilly as his pupils entered and stood along the back wall.
"I do not wish to repeat myself, so listen closely. You all know that you will be placed at a table of four. Now, first is Crabbe, Goyle, Weasley, and Longbottem." Snape's horrid face twisted.
The two Slytherin idiots just shrugged and sat down. Ron and Neville gave sighs of disappointment and folded their arms across their chests. Ron even scooted his chair as far as possible from Goyle's.
"Next is Malfoy, Granger, Potter and Parkinson." He smiled with amusement.
Hermione let out a fake sigh and took her seat next to Malfoy. They scooted far apart, but when no one looked smiled. Harry glared at Pansy, and she at him.
"This sucks. Why do I have to get stuck with you losers? Oh well, at least I have you Drakey!" Pansy cooed and reached across the table to place her hand over Draco's.
Hermione glared at Pansy. How dare that little slut touch HER Draco! Draco yanked his hand back and wiped it off as if it were dirty. Then he snapped his head toward Pansy.
"Don't touch me!" He growled in a deep voice.
"Oh you know you love it." Harry added with a grin and smiled at Hermione.
Hermione simply shook her head at his immatureness. Was that comment really necessary? And who was he to say such things to her boyfriend?
"Shut up Potty. You don't know what you're talking about." Draco sneered viciously.
"Everyone knows you've slept with her." Harry laughed.
"I have never kissed, hugged, dated, let alone slept with that little slut! For your information Potty, I have a girlfriend." Draco snapped.
Hermione slowly turned towards Draco and gave him a questioning look. He merely glanced at her and turned back to Harry. Both boys seemed to be having a staring contest. They stared each other down for a long time until a stupid comment from Pansy brought them out of it.
"So what time are you going to pick me up for the dance?" Pansy asked.
"Are you deaf woman? Did you not hear me before? I said that I have a girlfriend. Even if I didn't have one what could possibly possess me to go out with you of all people?" Draco laughed.
"Seven is fine with me." She twirled her hair around her finger.
"I'm going with someone else. Why don't you go with Goyle? He'd love your company." Draco commented.
"They would be just perfect for each other too." Hermione smiled.
"Who invited you into this conversation you little mudblood?" Pansy snapped at Hermione.
"I did." Draco snarled.
"Watch it Parkinson." Hermione warned.
"What is up with your hair? You are always changing it. First it was really horrid and fluffy. Then it was curly. And you have had red, brown and black hair. Can you decide on one please? I'm getting annoyed with it." Pansy sighed.
"Good. Oh, by the way, Daisy, you have gum in your hair." Hermione smiled.
"My name is not Daisy. It's Pansy." She spat.
"Whatever Daisy. Oh, and you smeared your lipstick too." Hermione giggled.
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After classes got out for the day Hermione made her way towards her room so she could change and go meet Draco. There was so much she wanted to discuss with him! Mainly about the dance. She really wanted to go with him.
She had almost reached the door when she heard someone panting behind her and calling her name. She turned around and saw Harry catching his breath.
"Are you ok Harry?" She asked with concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I had to stay in class for a few minutes and I ran as fast as I could to get to you before I got too nervous, and I can't back out now because I'm here. Crap." He sighed.
"Was there something you wanted to ask me?" Hermione arched her eyebrow.
He nodded and stared down at his feet for a minute. Instantly she knew what was coming and she inwardly moaned. Why did things have to happen this way?
"Um, you heard about the dance right? Well I was sorta wondering if you would like to go with me?" Harry babbled.
Hermione sighed and leaned up against the wall and didn't look at Harry. She knew that she should have gone to Draco immediately and discussed things over with him, but she stayed and became silent.
"Hermione? Did you hear me?" Harry asked.
"Yes." She didn't make eye contact with him.
He stepped toward her and reached a hand up to her face. She turned her face away and moved over a step.
"What's wrong Hermione?" Harry seemed so concerned and it hurt Hermione.
"I don't know if I can go with you Harry. It isn't official yet, but I'm more then likely going with someone else." Hermione whispered.
"With who?" Harry questioned as his voice cracked a bit.
"I can't tell you." She shook her head and finally made eye contact with him.
"Why not Hermione? What happened between us? I remember a time when you had quite a crush on me. I thought you would be happy I asked you. What's going on? What aren't you telling me?" Harry asked.
"There are a lot of things I'm not telling you." Hermione answered.
"Then who are you telling?" Harry whispered.
"Him." Hermione replied.
"Who is he? Is he even in our house? Because if he was you probably would have told me already! Then again you seem to be keeping secrets from me so I guess I wouldn't know." Harry glared.
"Stop it Harry! Stop it! You have no right to do this to me! I'm not going to the dance with you, and who I go out with is none of your concern!" She yelled.
"Yes it is!" He argued.
"No. It's not. How is it your concern?" Hermione asked.
"Because I love you!" He shouted.
"You can't love me Harry. Not now." Hermione shook her head.
"I can't control it Hermione! You think I chose to love you? Well I didn't! You don't get to choose who you fall in love with Hermione. I wish I was given a choice, but I wasn't!" Harry screamed.
"You think you're the only one to go through this? I have it far worse then you. Have you ever been in a relationship that you had to keep a secret from the world?" Hermione questioned.
He didn't answer. He stepped forward and leaned in to kiss her. Hermione pushed his chest and backed away.
"I already told you Harry. I don't love you. Now leave me alone." A tear slid down her face.
"This isn't over yet Hermione." He turned and walked away.
As soon as she saw that he was gone she walked inside the prefect common room and dropped her stuff down. Draco walked out of his room with Damien and the papers and froze as soon as he saw her.
She stayed there as the tears slid down her cheeks. It would have been the worst day of her life, but he was there. He crossed the room and held her to him. Then he led her over to the couch and sat down and pulled her into his lap. He rubbed her back and stroked her hair.
"What's wrong Hermione?"
A/N: Seven reviews please! Then I'll give you chapter thirteen!