A/N: I'm back! *lol* I'm sorry I haven't updated in ages. I kind of
abandoned the story but I read through it the other day and decided to keep
it going. Sorry to everyone who's been waiting, I'll update as fast as I
can from now on.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I'm just doing this for fun. Don't sue me.
Chapter 7
When Hermione returned home she took out her postcard to write to Harry and Ron, but then she paused. What would she say? Hi, How's life? Oh by the way Draco might like me. She couldn't see that going down too well. In fact, she hadn't really thought about what her friends would think. They would kill him. She thought for awhile and then wrote:
Dear Harry and Ron,
How was the Quidditch? Did you see anyone from school there? I'm so sorry I missed it. Maybe I'll come again next year. Well my holiday is going fine. I've been spending a lot of time at the beach. Well I've got to go now. Miss you heaps.
Love Hermione
It was short but she didn't know what else to write. She didn't lie, well not directly anyway. She just didn't tell them exactly what had been happening. It made her feel bad anyhow.
She sat down to think. She couldn't come up with any other reasons why Draco would act the way he did. 'How do I feel?' she asked herself, but again and again she came up with the answer 'I don't know,' She didn't know if she could feel something for someone who had treated her so badly. 'But doesn't everyone deserve and second chance to prove themselves?' she thought. No, he'd had a million chances and he'd blown them all. Still, the past few days she'd seen a side of him that had never revealed itself before, and she was more than a little curious to know more about it.
So many thoughts were crowding her mind. In the end she discarded them all and decided to go and talk to her mother. She was good at giving advice.
Hermione walked into the kitchen.
"Mum, are you busy?" she asked.
"Not at all, what's on your mind?" she enquired.
"Well, it's just, do you remember that boy from school I told you about? Draco Malfoy?"
"Oh yes, I remember you didn't like him very much,"
"Not at all, to be precise," she laughed, "Anyway, he's here, on the island but he's been, well, different towards me and I kind of get the feeling he likes me. I could be wrong but I'm not sure, it's so confusing,"
"Ah," replied her mother with a smile, "Boy trouble,"
Hermione felt her cheeks going red. She talked her mum about her problems a lot but usually they weren't about boys and such things.
"Well," Mrs. Granger began, "I don't really know this boy, but I know he's been bad to you. Although people can change. Really all I can do I can do is tell you to follow your heart, and hopefully in the end everything will turn out okay,"
"But how can I tell if I like him? Because I'm not sure that I do," Hermione asked.
"I don't control your feelings Hermione. They're all yours, you'll have to work that one out by yourself," replied her mother.
"Well, thanks," said Hermione and walked back into the lounge room.
Her mother hadn't really told her anything she didn't already know but for some reason things felt clearer to her. She still didn't know how she felt and she'd just have to give it time to work everything out. It'd all come together eventually. Truth be known she'd probably look back on this trip and wonder what the hell she was thinking. That thought made her smile.
A/N: Okay I know this chapter was dumb and short but I have nothing else to add to it. I'm planning for the story to get a lot more interesting and I have a pretty definite idea of where it's going now so if you didn't like this chapter don't worry I didn't really either. *lol*
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I'm just doing this for fun. Don't sue me.
Chapter 7
When Hermione returned home she took out her postcard to write to Harry and Ron, but then she paused. What would she say? Hi, How's life? Oh by the way Draco might like me. She couldn't see that going down too well. In fact, she hadn't really thought about what her friends would think. They would kill him. She thought for awhile and then wrote:
Dear Harry and Ron,
How was the Quidditch? Did you see anyone from school there? I'm so sorry I missed it. Maybe I'll come again next year. Well my holiday is going fine. I've been spending a lot of time at the beach. Well I've got to go now. Miss you heaps.
Love Hermione
It was short but she didn't know what else to write. She didn't lie, well not directly anyway. She just didn't tell them exactly what had been happening. It made her feel bad anyhow.
She sat down to think. She couldn't come up with any other reasons why Draco would act the way he did. 'How do I feel?' she asked herself, but again and again she came up with the answer 'I don't know,' She didn't know if she could feel something for someone who had treated her so badly. 'But doesn't everyone deserve and second chance to prove themselves?' she thought. No, he'd had a million chances and he'd blown them all. Still, the past few days she'd seen a side of him that had never revealed itself before, and she was more than a little curious to know more about it.
So many thoughts were crowding her mind. In the end she discarded them all and decided to go and talk to her mother. She was good at giving advice.
Hermione walked into the kitchen.
"Mum, are you busy?" she asked.
"Not at all, what's on your mind?" she enquired.
"Well, it's just, do you remember that boy from school I told you about? Draco Malfoy?"
"Oh yes, I remember you didn't like him very much,"
"Not at all, to be precise," she laughed, "Anyway, he's here, on the island but he's been, well, different towards me and I kind of get the feeling he likes me. I could be wrong but I'm not sure, it's so confusing,"
"Ah," replied her mother with a smile, "Boy trouble,"
Hermione felt her cheeks going red. She talked her mum about her problems a lot but usually they weren't about boys and such things.
"Well," Mrs. Granger began, "I don't really know this boy, but I know he's been bad to you. Although people can change. Really all I can do I can do is tell you to follow your heart, and hopefully in the end everything will turn out okay,"
"But how can I tell if I like him? Because I'm not sure that I do," Hermione asked.
"I don't control your feelings Hermione. They're all yours, you'll have to work that one out by yourself," replied her mother.
"Well, thanks," said Hermione and walked back into the lounge room.
Her mother hadn't really told her anything she didn't already know but for some reason things felt clearer to her. She still didn't know how she felt and she'd just have to give it time to work everything out. It'd all come together eventually. Truth be known she'd probably look back on this trip and wonder what the hell she was thinking. That thought made her smile.
A/N: Okay I know this chapter was dumb and short but I have nothing else to add to it. I'm planning for the story to get a lot more interesting and I have a pretty definite idea of where it's going now so if you didn't like this chapter don't worry I didn't really either. *lol*