A/N: You've been asking for longer chapters.well here you are. This one is
5 pages on Word. Enjoy!
Chapter Eighteen
Draco walked down the hall slowly to the library. He was tired from staying
up all the night before doing his homework and planning.
He was planning how he would use his newfound knowledge to get what he desired. Yet, at the same time, he felt almost bad. Almost. He was a Malfoy, and Malfoy's did anything to get what they wanted. And he wanted her. Specifically her body, and she would never give that to him without a reason.
He could tell she wasn't trashy, but no one else knew her secret. 'If the school were to find out.well, maybe we could prevent that from happening if she were to give me something in return.' He thought to himself.
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Ginny slowly trudged down the stairs to the library. She was going to meet Draco there to study.but she had something else in mind. She couldn't believe she was going to have enough courage to do this. But they had been going out for a while now.and.she was sure.
"Hey Gin." Malfoy grinned as he saw his girlfriend pass under the large wooden doorframe into the library.
"Err.Draco." she whispered.
"Yeah...what is it?" he questioned, concerned.
"Well.can we go somewhere to talk in private?" she asked.
Draco's heart raced for a moment, but he forced out an, "Okay".
The two walked outside to sit on a bench under the stars. "Draco.I've been thinking." Ginny started.
"About what?" he asked.
"Well.we've been going out for a while now and." she stopped.
"And what?" Draco asked, barely able to mask his excitement.
"I think.I've grown.well...I've grown tired of you." She whispered, looking down at her feet.
Draco's smirk quickly changed into a frown. "You've what?" he asked in disbelief.
"I mean.we've grown apart, gone our separate ways. And besides, I've seen how you look at the new girl every time we're in the Great Hall." She said quickly in explanation.
He was still angry. 'No one breaks up with a Malfoy, and besides, the damn ring should have made her love me.' He thought. He looked down at her finger in astonishment. "Where's your ring?" he asked when he saw it was gone.
"What?" she asked him.
"Where's the ring I gave you?" he asked again.
"Why?" she asked, she couldn't believe this was all he had to say.
"I.err.want it back." He replied, trying to recover.
"Well, I lost it a few days after we started going out. It went down the drain when I was brushing my teeth. I put it on the side and.sorry!" she said, a bit annoyed now with his material concern at this time.
"What?" he asked half angry, half confused.
"I said I was sorry, okay. Since you seem to care more about the dumb ring than our crumbling relationship, I guess we can just go back to being enemies like before. You know, the good ol' days!" she yelled as she stormed off.
'What? This can't be. I don't understand. She didn't have the ring the whole time we were going out. But that means.she actually liked me.' Draco was extremely puzzled. No one had ever liked him for his "personality". It was always either his looks, money, power, or simply the possibility of having the title Mrs. Draco Malfoy.
There were also, of course, those taken under the power of a spell. He though back to when he had been dating Hermione. Had she liked him before he had given her the ring? Of course, he would never know because he had to ruin it all with the damn ring. Why was he always so self-absorbed, so shallow? But he couldn't help it. Maybe the problem was that he grew up in such an environment that if you wanted something, you did anything to get it.
'Why was I cursed with this name, this family?' he asked himself. He became curious about what would have become if he would not have given into his temptations, his wants, and his desires for pleasure.
Again he wondered why. This began to tear him apart. Did he just give up two chances at happiness? To be loved for the first time in his life.for "fun"? Of course, there was always the opportunity that Hermione never loved him, since she had been forced into the relationship. That would tally his lost loves to only one. But he could feel something was there. And that feeling still lingered with him. He had to find out if it lingered with her, too.
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Draco walked to the Gryffindor tower. He waited a moment outside the door to the common room to contemplate whether or not to go through with this. But he had to know. So he rapped on the portrait causing the fat lady to give him a curious look. Inside, someone swung open the door and glared at him.
"What do you want?" they demanded.
"I need to talk to your prefect." He asked. Then in as kind of a voice as he could muster, he added, "please?"
"Hermione! Visitor!" the young girl called, turning and directing her call toward the beautiful figure sitting before the fireplace reading a novel.
Hermione got up from her chair and made her way briskly to the door. However, when the identity of her visitor was revealed, she frowned a bit. "Haven't you caused enough trouble? Ginny told my how conceited you were." She said.
"She's the one who broke up with me!" he said in exasperation.
"And you didn't do anything to cause that?" she said, starting to close the portrait.
"Wait!" he began. "I need to ask you something." He said.
"Well.?" she said angrily, waiting for him to continue.
"Can we go for a walk?" he asked innocently.
"I don't believe you're in the liberty to be requesting anything from me. But since I'm not a heartless human being, I'll grant you this one wish." She said rolling her eyes. She walked back into the common room and grabbed her cloak, then headed out the door, walking right past Draco.
When they were in a deserted area Hermione turned to face Draco. "So what is so important that a walk is needed to discuss it?" she asked.
"Well.you remember when we were dating.?" he started.
Her face went quickly into a frown and then an angry look. "Unfortunately.yes." She replied.
"Don't be bitter like that." He said.
"What gives you the right to tell me how to fell when someone I l." she stopped. "When someone breaks up with me." She said blushing.
"How to fell when someone you.what?" Draco asked, hoping that she was about to say what he thought she was.
"Nothing." She said, studying her feet. "Anyway.what were you going to ask me?" she asked, trying to turn the tables.
"Well.I was going to ask.how did you fell when we were going out?" he asked honestly.
Hermione continued to look at the floor but calmly said, "How do you think I felt?" She looked into his eyes. "I was forced into the relationship, it meant nothing."
The glow in Draco's eyes was extinguished at these words. "That's what I expected." He said, trying to get rid of the tight knot in his stomach.
"Is that all?" she sighed.
"Yeah." He said quietly. He watched her turn the corner. He thought about running after her, about telling her the deepest secrets of his soul. However, she had flat out told him he meant nothing to her. How could he change that? There was no way.
He began to walk slowly, head down, turning the corner towards the entrance to the dungeons, where he would find the confines of the Slytherin house.
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A/N: I know I haven't put this in the last few chapters, but as always, hugs and kisses to those of you who replied.
-Jenn
Chapter Eighteen
Draco walked down the hall slowly to the library. He was tired from staying
up all the night before doing his homework and planning.
He was planning how he would use his newfound knowledge to get what he desired. Yet, at the same time, he felt almost bad. Almost. He was a Malfoy, and Malfoy's did anything to get what they wanted. And he wanted her. Specifically her body, and she would never give that to him without a reason.
He could tell she wasn't trashy, but no one else knew her secret. 'If the school were to find out.well, maybe we could prevent that from happening if she were to give me something in return.' He thought to himself.
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Ginny slowly trudged down the stairs to the library. She was going to meet Draco there to study.but she had something else in mind. She couldn't believe she was going to have enough courage to do this. But they had been going out for a while now.and.she was sure.
"Hey Gin." Malfoy grinned as he saw his girlfriend pass under the large wooden doorframe into the library.
"Err.Draco." she whispered.
"Yeah...what is it?" he questioned, concerned.
"Well.can we go somewhere to talk in private?" she asked.
Draco's heart raced for a moment, but he forced out an, "Okay".
The two walked outside to sit on a bench under the stars. "Draco.I've been thinking." Ginny started.
"About what?" he asked.
"Well.we've been going out for a while now and." she stopped.
"And what?" Draco asked, barely able to mask his excitement.
"I think.I've grown.well...I've grown tired of you." She whispered, looking down at her feet.
Draco's smirk quickly changed into a frown. "You've what?" he asked in disbelief.
"I mean.we've grown apart, gone our separate ways. And besides, I've seen how you look at the new girl every time we're in the Great Hall." She said quickly in explanation.
He was still angry. 'No one breaks up with a Malfoy, and besides, the damn ring should have made her love me.' He thought. He looked down at her finger in astonishment. "Where's your ring?" he asked when he saw it was gone.
"What?" she asked him.
"Where's the ring I gave you?" he asked again.
"Why?" she asked, she couldn't believe this was all he had to say.
"I.err.want it back." He replied, trying to recover.
"Well, I lost it a few days after we started going out. It went down the drain when I was brushing my teeth. I put it on the side and.sorry!" she said, a bit annoyed now with his material concern at this time.
"What?" he asked half angry, half confused.
"I said I was sorry, okay. Since you seem to care more about the dumb ring than our crumbling relationship, I guess we can just go back to being enemies like before. You know, the good ol' days!" she yelled as she stormed off.
'What? This can't be. I don't understand. She didn't have the ring the whole time we were going out. But that means.she actually liked me.' Draco was extremely puzzled. No one had ever liked him for his "personality". It was always either his looks, money, power, or simply the possibility of having the title Mrs. Draco Malfoy.
There were also, of course, those taken under the power of a spell. He though back to when he had been dating Hermione. Had she liked him before he had given her the ring? Of course, he would never know because he had to ruin it all with the damn ring. Why was he always so self-absorbed, so shallow? But he couldn't help it. Maybe the problem was that he grew up in such an environment that if you wanted something, you did anything to get it.
'Why was I cursed with this name, this family?' he asked himself. He became curious about what would have become if he would not have given into his temptations, his wants, and his desires for pleasure.
Again he wondered why. This began to tear him apart. Did he just give up two chances at happiness? To be loved for the first time in his life.for "fun"? Of course, there was always the opportunity that Hermione never loved him, since she had been forced into the relationship. That would tally his lost loves to only one. But he could feel something was there. And that feeling still lingered with him. He had to find out if it lingered with her, too.
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Draco walked to the Gryffindor tower. He waited a moment outside the door to the common room to contemplate whether or not to go through with this. But he had to know. So he rapped on the portrait causing the fat lady to give him a curious look. Inside, someone swung open the door and glared at him.
"What do you want?" they demanded.
"I need to talk to your prefect." He asked. Then in as kind of a voice as he could muster, he added, "please?"
"Hermione! Visitor!" the young girl called, turning and directing her call toward the beautiful figure sitting before the fireplace reading a novel.
Hermione got up from her chair and made her way briskly to the door. However, when the identity of her visitor was revealed, she frowned a bit. "Haven't you caused enough trouble? Ginny told my how conceited you were." She said.
"She's the one who broke up with me!" he said in exasperation.
"And you didn't do anything to cause that?" she said, starting to close the portrait.
"Wait!" he began. "I need to ask you something." He said.
"Well.?" she said angrily, waiting for him to continue.
"Can we go for a walk?" he asked innocently.
"I don't believe you're in the liberty to be requesting anything from me. But since I'm not a heartless human being, I'll grant you this one wish." She said rolling her eyes. She walked back into the common room and grabbed her cloak, then headed out the door, walking right past Draco.
When they were in a deserted area Hermione turned to face Draco. "So what is so important that a walk is needed to discuss it?" she asked.
"Well.you remember when we were dating.?" he started.
Her face went quickly into a frown and then an angry look. "Unfortunately.yes." She replied.
"Don't be bitter like that." He said.
"What gives you the right to tell me how to fell when someone I l." she stopped. "When someone breaks up with me." She said blushing.
"How to fell when someone you.what?" Draco asked, hoping that she was about to say what he thought she was.
"Nothing." She said, studying her feet. "Anyway.what were you going to ask me?" she asked, trying to turn the tables.
"Well.I was going to ask.how did you fell when we were going out?" he asked honestly.
Hermione continued to look at the floor but calmly said, "How do you think I felt?" She looked into his eyes. "I was forced into the relationship, it meant nothing."
The glow in Draco's eyes was extinguished at these words. "That's what I expected." He said, trying to get rid of the tight knot in his stomach.
"Is that all?" she sighed.
"Yeah." He said quietly. He watched her turn the corner. He thought about running after her, about telling her the deepest secrets of his soul. However, she had flat out told him he meant nothing to her. How could he change that? There was no way.
He began to walk slowly, head down, turning the corner towards the entrance to the dungeons, where he would find the confines of the Slytherin house.
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A/N: I know I haven't put this in the last few chapters, but as always, hugs and kisses to those of you who replied.
-Jenn