After Draco left Hermione collapsed in tears. She lifted the piece of
fabric he had torn from her robes and walked over to throw it in the fire.
She looked at it as it quickly became splattered with tears.
"I can't handle this," she whispered as she collapsed on the floor in tears. Why her? All she wanted was to do what she had been asked to and leave. Leave behind this world that she pretended to belong in and live somewhere were no one knew of the feuds, of the war, of Voldemort. To get out of this place with Draco by her side.
"Draco," she whispered.
There was no getting around it. Draco had a special place in her heart. She liked him as more than friend, loved him even. She closed her eyes and could almost feel a tingle run its way up her spine - the same tingle she got when he kissed her over the summer. He was something she couldn't live without. no matter how much she wanted to, or tried to.
She wrapped her arms around her knees and curled herself up into a ball. Draco had scared her tonight. She could almost feel the rage coming from him. It was as if he hated her. It was almost the same look he gave Harry.
Harry.
She despised everything he stood for. She hated the way he played the tortured hero - claiming he wanted to be left alone, but at the same time basking in the attention and glory.
"I wish he had been killed with his parents!!!!" she yelled as she hurled an ornament across the room. Fresh tears coursed down her cheeks as she heard it break. She was terrified. Terrified that she might be falling for what was her arch nemesis. He was so pure, so innocent, so, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was refreshing. Tempting.
Hermione shook herself, as if she was trying to expel these thoughts.
"I will do my duty," she said to herself. "I was born to serve the darkness. That is where I belong," she repeated over and over again as she got into bed. Closing her eyes she fell into a restless sleep.
***
Much later that night the portrait to Hermione's room opened and a figure crept in. Draco. He gazed upon her sleeping form and brushed a strand of hair from her face while whispering two words.
"I'm sorry"
With that, he left the room. Hermione touched the spot where he had touched her face.
"I know you are Draco," she said with a smile.
***
Hermione entered the Great Hall the next morning feeling worn out. She caught Draco's eye across the hall. He gave her a slight smile and she reciprocated. Relief flooded his face.
She sat next to Harry but avoided his eye. Harry glanced up as she sat down debating whether or not to speak to her. Eventually he decided to try.
"Hermione, are you ok? I mean, have I done something?"
Hermione looked up, a little shocked by his bluntness.
"I'm.. I'm fine Harry. You haven't done anything," she stammered, a blush creeping into her cheeks. Harry smiled.
"Good. Just so you know, I'm, well you know, I'm here for you" he said. Getting up to leave he placed his hand on hers and gave it a slight squeeze. Hermione starred at her hand as Harry left the hall. It was still tingling.
A/N Thank you so much for the reviews from the previous chapters, they really make writing the story worthwhile!
Nyka: Glad you like the story! HG/HP will progress soon enough.. But I'm not promising that everything will end happily!!! Or maybe it will..
Hermione: I don't know where I got this idea for Hermione. In every fic I read she's either really nice or really nasty, so I thought it would be fun to try combining the two.
Nymphie Tonks: Thanks! Sorry there was a big gap there between updates, hopefully that won't happen again.
Willspirateprincess: Sorry as well about the huge gap in time, Thanks for reviewing!
Last but not least a massive thank you to my wonderful beta reader PadfootsAngel1. Go read some of her stories! They are Amazing!!!
"I can't handle this," she whispered as she collapsed on the floor in tears. Why her? All she wanted was to do what she had been asked to and leave. Leave behind this world that she pretended to belong in and live somewhere were no one knew of the feuds, of the war, of Voldemort. To get out of this place with Draco by her side.
"Draco," she whispered.
There was no getting around it. Draco had a special place in her heart. She liked him as more than friend, loved him even. She closed her eyes and could almost feel a tingle run its way up her spine - the same tingle she got when he kissed her over the summer. He was something she couldn't live without. no matter how much she wanted to, or tried to.
She wrapped her arms around her knees and curled herself up into a ball. Draco had scared her tonight. She could almost feel the rage coming from him. It was as if he hated her. It was almost the same look he gave Harry.
Harry.
She despised everything he stood for. She hated the way he played the tortured hero - claiming he wanted to be left alone, but at the same time basking in the attention and glory.
"I wish he had been killed with his parents!!!!" she yelled as she hurled an ornament across the room. Fresh tears coursed down her cheeks as she heard it break. She was terrified. Terrified that she might be falling for what was her arch nemesis. He was so pure, so innocent, so, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was refreshing. Tempting.
Hermione shook herself, as if she was trying to expel these thoughts.
"I will do my duty," she said to herself. "I was born to serve the darkness. That is where I belong," she repeated over and over again as she got into bed. Closing her eyes she fell into a restless sleep.
***
Much later that night the portrait to Hermione's room opened and a figure crept in. Draco. He gazed upon her sleeping form and brushed a strand of hair from her face while whispering two words.
"I'm sorry"
With that, he left the room. Hermione touched the spot where he had touched her face.
"I know you are Draco," she said with a smile.
***
Hermione entered the Great Hall the next morning feeling worn out. She caught Draco's eye across the hall. He gave her a slight smile and she reciprocated. Relief flooded his face.
She sat next to Harry but avoided his eye. Harry glanced up as she sat down debating whether or not to speak to her. Eventually he decided to try.
"Hermione, are you ok? I mean, have I done something?"
Hermione looked up, a little shocked by his bluntness.
"I'm.. I'm fine Harry. You haven't done anything," she stammered, a blush creeping into her cheeks. Harry smiled.
"Good. Just so you know, I'm, well you know, I'm here for you" he said. Getting up to leave he placed his hand on hers and gave it a slight squeeze. Hermione starred at her hand as Harry left the hall. It was still tingling.
A/N Thank you so much for the reviews from the previous chapters, they really make writing the story worthwhile!
Nyka: Glad you like the story! HG/HP will progress soon enough.. But I'm not promising that everything will end happily!!! Or maybe it will..
Hermione: I don't know where I got this idea for Hermione. In every fic I read she's either really nice or really nasty, so I thought it would be fun to try combining the two.
Nymphie Tonks: Thanks! Sorry there was a big gap there between updates, hopefully that won't happen again.
Willspirateprincess: Sorry as well about the huge gap in time, Thanks for reviewing!
Last but not least a massive thank you to my wonderful beta reader PadfootsAngel1. Go read some of her stories! They are Amazing!!!