*~* To Love a Malfoy *~*
Chapter 6: Teenage life isn't easy
The sunlight filtered in through the hospital wing window and danced upon Hermione's face. She slowly opened up her eyes and greeted the morning light with a smile. She rolled over on her side, hoping to see Draco, but his bed was already neatly made.
"Hmm, I guess he must have woke up quite a while ago." She said to herself. Flicking her eyes to the bedside table beside her, she noticed a few things missing.
"Oh Malfoy the git! He took a few of my chocolate frogs." She cursed with amusement. Reaching over she grabbed one of the remaining chocolate frogs and began to debate whether to eat it now or not.
As she was just about to have a bite, Harry and Ron entered with big smiles.
"Good morning my lady." Ron gave Hermione a mock bow. Harry snatched the chocolate frog from Hermione's grasp. "No chocolate for breakfast." Ron took the frog from Harry and started to munch on it. "Then why is he allowed to eat it?" She countered. "Because." He continued to chomp on the chocolate, "I'm special." Hermione rolled her eyes and grinned, "Yeah, that's what they say to everyone in the physiatrists ward at St.Mungo's." "Hey!" Ron snapped back with a playful frown. Harry reached towards Hermione's supply of sweets, "May I?" "Sure go ahead she nodded.
"Erm.what day is it today anyway?" Hermione asked, a pink tinge appeared in her cheeks. She felt a bit stupid not knowing such a simple thing, even though she had been sleeping for three days, as she had heard Ron clearly pointing that out yesterday. Giggling quietly to herself at the memory, she looked up at the boys, awaiting a reply. "Lucky for you it's Saturday." Hermione sighed with relief at the answer. "Great," she pulled the blankets off herself, "Do you mind if I change now, and I'll meet you in the Great Hall for breakfast in about 15 minutes?" "Yeah sure, no problems."
Harry and Ron waved goodbye and left the hospital wing, to Madam Pomfrey's delight. She tended to Hermione, "It's very nice when patients get visitors, it cheers them up so much. Don't you agree?" Hermione gave her a friendly smile, "Yes, I always enjoy when Harry and Ron come. though sometimes I would be a little reluctant to let them see me." Her mind wandered to the incident in their second year, with the polyjuice potion, which had resulted in her acquiring a tail, fur and whiskers. After getting the all clear from Madam Pomfrey, Hermione pulled on her clothes and made herself presentable. With a last attempt to tame her hair, Hermione began to stroll towards the Great Hall. Already she could hear the chatter and laughter filling the corridors form the other students eating breakfast. She was just about to push the door fully open, but then stopped as the recollection of a few days before entered her mind.
*~*~*~*She heard laughter. Deciding to take a peek, Hermione tiptoed to the ajar door, which wasn't really necessary because the pupils excited chatter filled the air. Hermione saw that most of the Gryffindor table was laughing, "Probably about me!" *~*~*~*
The last three words echoed in her head, etching themselves in her mind. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she remembered why; that incident in history class, her saying his name. Of all the people, it had to be his, it had to be him, it had to be. Malfoy. The tears began to fall, cascading down her face. She allowed the tears of unhappiness to flow freely down her cheek, not making any effort to stop them. Hermione broke out into a run, blindly sprinting towards the Gryffindor common room. She had been this way many times before that her feet knew instinctively where to go.
Through her sobs she quietly spoke the password, "Lion heart." The pink lady looked at the Gryffindor in concern, "Is everything alright dear?" Hermione wiped away her tears, but it was pointless as they still continued to flow like a waterfall. "I'm fine." She lied. "If you say so dear." The portrait swung open to reveal the home of the mighty Gryffindor's. Hermione whispered thanks under her breath as she hurried through the empty room and towards her room.
It was early in the morning so a few girls were still in bed, snoring away. Hermione just dropped onto her bed and closed the curtains carefully as she continued to weep silently. She buried her face into her pillow, allowing it to soak up her tears. Many questions twirled around in her brain. Why Malfoy? That was the main question really, why him of all people. Hermione hated him, or at least she thought she did. He hadn't really bothered her, well, apart from the fact that he called her a mudblood and believed that she was of a lower status then pureblood wizards like himself. Hermione began to feel very annoyed at his arrogance. How dare he think that he was better then her, just because he was a full wizard. The tears that now streamed down her face were that of anger, and not of sadness. An extreme hatred boiled up inside of her, as she clenched onto her pillow. She wanted revenge. She wanted to show him what it was like. But as Hermione began to think of events of the past, her anger disappeared. "I saved his life." She said quietly to herself. "I saved his life, so now he owes me. He's in MY debt." She began to smile to herself. "Maybe now he won't be so mean and horrible anymore. Besides, last night in the hospital wing wasn't that bad, he was.dare I say it, actually quite nice, though somewhat distant." Hermione continued to whisper to herself.
She rolled over onto her back and stretched her arms towards the top of her bed. She idly traced her finger along the grain of the wood for about 5 minutes or so. As Lavender grunted in her sleep, Hermione let out a little giggle. Laughter. Hermione frowned once more. She had remembered why she had come up here in the first place. They laughed at her. Wasn't it bad enough that she had actually said his name, no, MOANED his name out loud? Did they have to be so cruel and cold hearted by joking about it behind her back.
Ripping back her scarlet bed curtains, Hermione determined marched out through the portrait entrance and headed towards the Great Hall. She planned to give Harry and Ron a piece of her mind. Laughing at her, HA they'll regret it. After forcefully shoving open the Great Hall door she zoned in on Harry and Ron who were at the far side of the Gryffindor table by themselves. Striding forwards with fury filling her senses, she prepared to tell them exactly what she thought. But as she neared them, Hermione weakened a little. After all, they were her friends; maybe she shouldn't be too hard on them. But then that rage flamed up inside of her again as she realized, they WERE her friends and that they shouldn't laugh at her.
"Harry! Ron!" She snapped, slamming her fist down on the table to make sure she had their attention. They both looked up at her, looking slightly baffled. "I want a word with you!" Hermione demanded, not even giving them a chance to speak. "That night that I was attacked by Azmordez, remember at dinner time. I know what happened. I saw you! How could you?!"
"How could we what?" Ron asked, spreading some butter on his toast. Hermione blinked at him. "What are you playing at? How dare you treat this as if it was nothing more then a mere stroll in the woods!"
Harry reached forwards and took hold of Hermione's arm, "Sit down, and tell us about it." Hermione thudded down on the bench and crossed her arms with frustration. "I saw you all laughing. I knew you were all laughing at me. I said his name ok. I said that stupid ferret's name. But how dare you laugh and taunt me behind my back! I thought you were my friends." Tears once again found their way into her eyes. "I though you were my friends" She repeated quietly, and turned her head, too disgusted to even look at them.
Harry pulled Hermione into a hug, but she struggled to get free, but then gave up as she noticed her wasn't going to stop. "We weren't laughing at you Hermione." The tears in her eyes glistened, "Really?" Harry let go of Hermione and looked into her eyes, "We weren't laughing at you. I promise." Hermione wiped away her tears. Harry smiled at her, "Actually, we were laughing at what Neville did. Because that's the day he set Snape's robes alight." At this Ron began to choke on his toast, he usually left Harry to deal with "touchy feely things" like this as he called it. "That was brilliant Hermione, I can't believe you missed that. It was so funny. You should have seen Neville's face. No no, you should have seen Snape's face. Priceless!" Ron gazed at the ceiling with a dreamy smile as he recalled the incident with great fondness. "For as long as I live I will never ever forget that." His face split into a grin, "And I won't forget Moody turning Malfoy into a ferret!" The golden trio cracked up with laughter. Ron was laughing so hard that he fell to the ground gasping for breath while Harry clutched onto his ribs, not knowing whether to continue laughing or stop due to the pain.
Malfoy had heard them and walked by with his head held up high, strutting past with an air of confidence. He gave them an icy stare, but his glares softened when his eyes fell onto Hermione. Ever since she had saved his life, he just couldn't find any reason to hate her or be mean to her. He felt disgusted with himself, she was nothing more then a mere mudblood, that should have been a good enough reason to torture her, yet he couldn't bring himself to do it. Why? He was a Malfoy, a pureblood; they prided themselves on their reputation. 100% pure wizard blood ran through his veins, she was nothing compared to him, just filth. But now, ever since that run in with Azmordez, the roles had been reversed. She was now his superior, Draco was beneath her and for some strange reason, he didn't mind.
Finally realizing that he had stopped and was staring at the Gryffindors, Draco swished around and headed towards the Slytherin table, seating himself with a scowl on his face. That feeling of dishonour flooded though his whole body. How could he betray the family name like this? Only he knew what was going on, about the fact that he just couldn't bully Hermione anymore. He felt so ashamed, but somehow, a part of him was trying to block out the shame and guilt, trying to make him feel good about himself. All these overwhelming feelings clouded his mind, just swirling round in his head. Man how he hated being a teenager.
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YAY another chapter finally up!!! FINALLY being the main word there. I was thinking about having a mailing list. you know where I alert you when I've added a new chapter? What do you think? I don't exactly have them up on a regular basis or all that quickly. So. if your interested e-mail me at gummy_bear09@hotmail.com. Don't forget to review and tell me how to improve and what parts you liked best! ^__^
Chapter 6: Teenage life isn't easy
The sunlight filtered in through the hospital wing window and danced upon Hermione's face. She slowly opened up her eyes and greeted the morning light with a smile. She rolled over on her side, hoping to see Draco, but his bed was already neatly made.
"Hmm, I guess he must have woke up quite a while ago." She said to herself. Flicking her eyes to the bedside table beside her, she noticed a few things missing.
"Oh Malfoy the git! He took a few of my chocolate frogs." She cursed with amusement. Reaching over she grabbed one of the remaining chocolate frogs and began to debate whether to eat it now or not.
As she was just about to have a bite, Harry and Ron entered with big smiles.
"Good morning my lady." Ron gave Hermione a mock bow. Harry snatched the chocolate frog from Hermione's grasp. "No chocolate for breakfast." Ron took the frog from Harry and started to munch on it. "Then why is he allowed to eat it?" She countered. "Because." He continued to chomp on the chocolate, "I'm special." Hermione rolled her eyes and grinned, "Yeah, that's what they say to everyone in the physiatrists ward at St.Mungo's." "Hey!" Ron snapped back with a playful frown. Harry reached towards Hermione's supply of sweets, "May I?" "Sure go ahead she nodded.
"Erm.what day is it today anyway?" Hermione asked, a pink tinge appeared in her cheeks. She felt a bit stupid not knowing such a simple thing, even though she had been sleeping for three days, as she had heard Ron clearly pointing that out yesterday. Giggling quietly to herself at the memory, she looked up at the boys, awaiting a reply. "Lucky for you it's Saturday." Hermione sighed with relief at the answer. "Great," she pulled the blankets off herself, "Do you mind if I change now, and I'll meet you in the Great Hall for breakfast in about 15 minutes?" "Yeah sure, no problems."
Harry and Ron waved goodbye and left the hospital wing, to Madam Pomfrey's delight. She tended to Hermione, "It's very nice when patients get visitors, it cheers them up so much. Don't you agree?" Hermione gave her a friendly smile, "Yes, I always enjoy when Harry and Ron come. though sometimes I would be a little reluctant to let them see me." Her mind wandered to the incident in their second year, with the polyjuice potion, which had resulted in her acquiring a tail, fur and whiskers. After getting the all clear from Madam Pomfrey, Hermione pulled on her clothes and made herself presentable. With a last attempt to tame her hair, Hermione began to stroll towards the Great Hall. Already she could hear the chatter and laughter filling the corridors form the other students eating breakfast. She was just about to push the door fully open, but then stopped as the recollection of a few days before entered her mind.
*~*~*~*She heard laughter. Deciding to take a peek, Hermione tiptoed to the ajar door, which wasn't really necessary because the pupils excited chatter filled the air. Hermione saw that most of the Gryffindor table was laughing, "Probably about me!" *~*~*~*
The last three words echoed in her head, etching themselves in her mind. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she remembered why; that incident in history class, her saying his name. Of all the people, it had to be his, it had to be him, it had to be. Malfoy. The tears began to fall, cascading down her face. She allowed the tears of unhappiness to flow freely down her cheek, not making any effort to stop them. Hermione broke out into a run, blindly sprinting towards the Gryffindor common room. She had been this way many times before that her feet knew instinctively where to go.
Through her sobs she quietly spoke the password, "Lion heart." The pink lady looked at the Gryffindor in concern, "Is everything alright dear?" Hermione wiped away her tears, but it was pointless as they still continued to flow like a waterfall. "I'm fine." She lied. "If you say so dear." The portrait swung open to reveal the home of the mighty Gryffindor's. Hermione whispered thanks under her breath as she hurried through the empty room and towards her room.
It was early in the morning so a few girls were still in bed, snoring away. Hermione just dropped onto her bed and closed the curtains carefully as she continued to weep silently. She buried her face into her pillow, allowing it to soak up her tears. Many questions twirled around in her brain. Why Malfoy? That was the main question really, why him of all people. Hermione hated him, or at least she thought she did. He hadn't really bothered her, well, apart from the fact that he called her a mudblood and believed that she was of a lower status then pureblood wizards like himself. Hermione began to feel very annoyed at his arrogance. How dare he think that he was better then her, just because he was a full wizard. The tears that now streamed down her face were that of anger, and not of sadness. An extreme hatred boiled up inside of her, as she clenched onto her pillow. She wanted revenge. She wanted to show him what it was like. But as Hermione began to think of events of the past, her anger disappeared. "I saved his life." She said quietly to herself. "I saved his life, so now he owes me. He's in MY debt." She began to smile to herself. "Maybe now he won't be so mean and horrible anymore. Besides, last night in the hospital wing wasn't that bad, he was.dare I say it, actually quite nice, though somewhat distant." Hermione continued to whisper to herself.
She rolled over onto her back and stretched her arms towards the top of her bed. She idly traced her finger along the grain of the wood for about 5 minutes or so. As Lavender grunted in her sleep, Hermione let out a little giggle. Laughter. Hermione frowned once more. She had remembered why she had come up here in the first place. They laughed at her. Wasn't it bad enough that she had actually said his name, no, MOANED his name out loud? Did they have to be so cruel and cold hearted by joking about it behind her back.
Ripping back her scarlet bed curtains, Hermione determined marched out through the portrait entrance and headed towards the Great Hall. She planned to give Harry and Ron a piece of her mind. Laughing at her, HA they'll regret it. After forcefully shoving open the Great Hall door she zoned in on Harry and Ron who were at the far side of the Gryffindor table by themselves. Striding forwards with fury filling her senses, she prepared to tell them exactly what she thought. But as she neared them, Hermione weakened a little. After all, they were her friends; maybe she shouldn't be too hard on them. But then that rage flamed up inside of her again as she realized, they WERE her friends and that they shouldn't laugh at her.
"Harry! Ron!" She snapped, slamming her fist down on the table to make sure she had their attention. They both looked up at her, looking slightly baffled. "I want a word with you!" Hermione demanded, not even giving them a chance to speak. "That night that I was attacked by Azmordez, remember at dinner time. I know what happened. I saw you! How could you?!"
"How could we what?" Ron asked, spreading some butter on his toast. Hermione blinked at him. "What are you playing at? How dare you treat this as if it was nothing more then a mere stroll in the woods!"
Harry reached forwards and took hold of Hermione's arm, "Sit down, and tell us about it." Hermione thudded down on the bench and crossed her arms with frustration. "I saw you all laughing. I knew you were all laughing at me. I said his name ok. I said that stupid ferret's name. But how dare you laugh and taunt me behind my back! I thought you were my friends." Tears once again found their way into her eyes. "I though you were my friends" She repeated quietly, and turned her head, too disgusted to even look at them.
Harry pulled Hermione into a hug, but she struggled to get free, but then gave up as she noticed her wasn't going to stop. "We weren't laughing at you Hermione." The tears in her eyes glistened, "Really?" Harry let go of Hermione and looked into her eyes, "We weren't laughing at you. I promise." Hermione wiped away her tears. Harry smiled at her, "Actually, we were laughing at what Neville did. Because that's the day he set Snape's robes alight." At this Ron began to choke on his toast, he usually left Harry to deal with "touchy feely things" like this as he called it. "That was brilliant Hermione, I can't believe you missed that. It was so funny. You should have seen Neville's face. No no, you should have seen Snape's face. Priceless!" Ron gazed at the ceiling with a dreamy smile as he recalled the incident with great fondness. "For as long as I live I will never ever forget that." His face split into a grin, "And I won't forget Moody turning Malfoy into a ferret!" The golden trio cracked up with laughter. Ron was laughing so hard that he fell to the ground gasping for breath while Harry clutched onto his ribs, not knowing whether to continue laughing or stop due to the pain.
Malfoy had heard them and walked by with his head held up high, strutting past with an air of confidence. He gave them an icy stare, but his glares softened when his eyes fell onto Hermione. Ever since she had saved his life, he just couldn't find any reason to hate her or be mean to her. He felt disgusted with himself, she was nothing more then a mere mudblood, that should have been a good enough reason to torture her, yet he couldn't bring himself to do it. Why? He was a Malfoy, a pureblood; they prided themselves on their reputation. 100% pure wizard blood ran through his veins, she was nothing compared to him, just filth. But now, ever since that run in with Azmordez, the roles had been reversed. She was now his superior, Draco was beneath her and for some strange reason, he didn't mind.
Finally realizing that he had stopped and was staring at the Gryffindors, Draco swished around and headed towards the Slytherin table, seating himself with a scowl on his face. That feeling of dishonour flooded though his whole body. How could he betray the family name like this? Only he knew what was going on, about the fact that he just couldn't bully Hermione anymore. He felt so ashamed, but somehow, a part of him was trying to block out the shame and guilt, trying to make him feel good about himself. All these overwhelming feelings clouded his mind, just swirling round in his head. Man how he hated being a teenager.
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YAY another chapter finally up!!! FINALLY being the main word there. I was thinking about having a mailing list. you know where I alert you when I've added a new chapter? What do you think? I don't exactly have them up on a regular basis or all that quickly. So. if your interested e-mail me at gummy_bear09@hotmail.com. Don't forget to review and tell me how to improve and what parts you liked best! ^__^