Author's note: Thank-you for reviewing so far everyone! You have all been pretty welcoming, this is my first fic so… It's good that you are telling me what you think. If I didn't make something clear, it's good to tell me, so I can fix it. About the first chapter, I know its formatting was really screwed up. I apologise, I guess I should have read the instructions better, my bad. But thanks wallflower1 and Ange The Cheese, you let me know about the formatting problem and I'm pretty sure it's fixed now!
Too Far
Previously on Too Far:
"And that Draco, was a blowjob, if you need any more help, I live with you, so you know where to find me," with that she winked at him and walked off with her bags to her room.
Chapter 4~This is Hell
Hermione was sure of it, she had just lost the best friends she had just gotten back. They just had to walk in when she was giving Dra-No. Malfoy. They just had to walk in when she was giving Malfoy a well, a blowjob. And being the stupid ass she was, she went and clarified it for them. Who does that? What kind of a freak does that kind of thing? Her. Of course, Hermione Granger, bookworm extraordinaire. Ah well, at least she wasn't stiff. Parvati and Lavender could no longer get mad at her for never doing anything, because who had given Drac-Malfoy a blowjob, the unreachable Draco Malfoy? That's right, her again! Okay, I have to stop this. I will just apologize to him about how stupid I was being, tell him it was under the influence of alcohol, and everything will be fine! I will apologize to Harry and Ron, and they will forgive me, after all, they are my best friends. We will all go on our merry way, and pretend the whole thing never happened!
Hermione walked out of her room for her classes after lunch. Malfoy was lounging on the couch, reading a heaving looking volume. Well, here's your chance Hermione…
Hermione walked over to him and carefully set down on the couch opposite him. "Get the fuck away from me you dirty Mudblood! I can't believe you had the never to enter the room while I was in here! You are tainting the air! Get out of here you little shit!"
Hermione glanced up into his eyes. They were terrifying. They were so intense. He looked so powerful, Hermione could only nod and run through the portrait hole, into the corridor. She sank against the wall. Well at least she didn't have to apologize to him; he seemed to have forgotten the incident well enough on his own. Yet inside, it hurt Hermione, she had thought he would have had the decency to at least ditch her nicely. God. What an ass. He really doesn't have any consideration for others.
Just as she started to get up, a large shadow blocked the welcome torch light. Hermione looked up, her eyes full of hatred, expecting Malfoy, back for another round of screw-with-the-filthy-Mudblood's-mind-and-treat-her-like-the-piece-of-shit-that-she-is. Only it wasn't Malfoy she was glaring at, ready to kill, it was Blaise Zabini.
"Bad time?" inquired Blaise, immediately seeing the look in her eyes.
Before she could answer, the devil himself stormed out from behind the portrait, "Ah Blaise, I see you've had to deal with the Mudblood, how unfortunate." Draco sneered down at Hermione. "Let's go get Daphne and Pansy, there's just enough time for a nice…group organization…before Care of Magical Creatures with that buffoon," Draco let his words hang in the air.
"Ah yes mate! Let's not leave the ladies waiting, they need their exercise,"
Malfoy and Blaise walked off, joking the whole way along. Hermione leaned back against the wall, nasty mental pictures of Malfoy, Blaise, Pansy, and Daphne in the most creative positions.
Hermione got to Hagrid's hut just as Malfoy and his group arrived from the forest. Hermione's past mental pictures now had a forest background. She shuddered, and it surprised her so much she jumped, someone had rubbed her arms. She spun around so fast she would have fallen, if the two strong arms weren't still holding her.
Harry. And he looked happy, "I didn't mean to scare you Hermione, I'm so sorry,"
"Oh Harry, you have nothing to apologize for! It's me who should be apologizing, about yesterday…"
"I can't remember a thing that went on yesterday, I'm sure nothing was important, after all, it was the first day of term," Harry smiled down at Hermione. She felt a wave of guilt. It was the first day of term, and she was already screwing around. She smiled awkwardly back at Harry, he hugged her close to him.
Class with Hagrid went by uneventful, as per usual. Hagrid never did anything interesting anymore, truth be told he was scared. He would be kicked off the grounds if anything happened again. And with the Gryffindor-Slytherin seventh years, he had to be especially careful; the Slytherins were always trying to find a way to get him sacked.
Hermione decided to spend the rest of the night in her room. She didn't want to see Malfoy, or anyone else for that matter. It was just too hard. With friends, she always felt guilty, with Malfoy, she was always being treated like crap or getting herself into situations she didn't understand. Yes, it was better for everyone if she just stayed confined in her room.
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Hermione had changed. She would go to classes, but never answer a question, even when she was called upon, she look glare the professor in the eyes, but not say a thing. She would take meals in her chambers, where no one could disturb her. All of her spare time was spent sitting in her room, gazing around in a hypnotic state. When she was spoken to, she would never answer. She never acknowledged anyone.
"I'm worried about her Albus," McGonagall said as she sat gingerly into one of the oversized chairs in front of the fire in Dumbledore's office.
"Minerva, she will be fine, she just needs time to adjust, she doesn't know how to overcome the feelings she is having," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling in that way that made you feel as if he knew exactly what was going on, and he did.
* * *
Hermione was slowly making her way to potions the next Monday, not really concentrating on anything, her mind going blank. When someone roughly grabbed her arms and shook her.
"Hermione, what is wrong with you!" Ron screamed at her as if she was going insane, she was.
Hermione just stared into his dark brown eyes, looking as though not a thing had happened, and to her, nothing had. All she ever saw was flashbacks of her in the potions room with Blaise and in the library with Draco. And she kept on seeing the looks on Ron and Harry's faces. Only ten times worse. She could never push the guilt away.
Ron looked back into her eyes with concern; "Hermione," his grip loosened but his eyes stayed the same.
Hermione wished he would just go away. Being in his presence was making her forget the boundaries that she had spent the last week putting up. She felt as of she could melt into his arms and pour her heart out. But that would be foolish. And Hermione Granger wasn't foolish. So instead of letting him comfort her, she slapped him. The look in his eyes was gone, it was replaced by confusion. Hermione gave his one last glare before storming into the classroom to find there was only two seats left, one for her, and the other for the Weasel outside. One seat was beside Harry, like hell she was going there, the other, was beside Malfoy. It was like he body was acting on its own, without any help from her brain. She wanted to leave, she couldn't stand either one of them, and going to Malfoy would mean going on the Slytherin side of the classroom, yet, that was where she was headed.
Hermione slumped into the seat next to Malfoy. Surprisingly, he didn't say a thing. And she was glad, she would have to make a witty come back, but at the moment, she felt her tongue would betray her.
"Alright! Alright! Quiet down!" Snape yelled into the room as he briskly entered, his robes flowing through the air behind him. There was no need, the class was already quiet. They knew, had they actually been making noise, they would have been in detention with the Grease man for a good sum of their lives, or roughly a week.
"Today, we will be making a powerful potion. I want you all to partner up with someone from the other house, like Granger and Malfoy have already done here." Snape gestured towards the pair, making Hermione glare ever more at the man.
Everyone shuffled their seating and no one person in the class looked all too happy, except Snape. He looked as if his favourite sweet was being offered to him on a beautiful platter.
"Love Potion. It's very difficult. Your results might determine weather you pass my class, or you fail it. Not just your exams will be making up your marks this year; every performance will have an effect on your overall mark, so I suggest you treat every assignment with care if you wish to pass."
Hermione raised her hand, "Professor, Love Potion is against Hogwarts rules, it's against ministry laws, and we can't use it,"
"Stupid girl! I would not teach using illegal methods! What do you take me for? I have special orders from Professor Dumbledore to use this potion in this class, yours is the only class using it, and that is because of the dreadful inter-house relations going on in my classroom. If you would just get along better with your peers, there would be no need for any of this. I ask you to sit down Miss Granger. Ten points from Gryffindor."
Hermione and Draco worked in silence. They worked very well, and they finished sooner than the rest of the class, their potion shining a brilliant hot pink, "Couldn't have been a different color," Draco was the first to speak.
"It won't work if it's a different color Draco," Hermione scoffed.
"You called me Draco,"
"So? That's your name isn't it?"
"Yes, but-"
"No questions asked then." Hermione tried to end the conversation; she really was not in the mood to speak to Draco- for god's sake, its Malfoy! She screamed at herself.
"Hermione," Draco persisted.
Hermione stared at him in disbelief.
"What? It's your name isn't it?" Hermione rolled her eyes and tried to ignore him, although it became increasingly difficult as his gaze remained firmly planted on her.
"Do you mind?"
"What?"
"Keep your bloody eyes to yourself!"
"What the hell are you talking about Granger?"
"Oh you are insufferable!" Hermione turned her back on him, her arms folded across her chest.
"Alright! Your time is up. I want you all to get a vial from the side, poor some of your intolerable concoctions into it, put your names on the vials and bring them up here to me. We will be testing your potions next Monday class so you better hope you did well." Snape commanded to the room.
They were dismissed. Hermione had no where to go. So she went were she always went, the library. This was the first time she had been there since last Monday. It was only a week, but it felt like ages to her. Her table didn't say a word, and Hermione was glad, nothing good came out of the last few things it had said. Hermione just sat down, not really in the mood for reading. Not really in the mood for anything. She decided to observe the people around her.
There was Hannah Abbott and Ernie Macmillan, snogging, in the library. It brought back painful memories. Hermione decided that maybe it was better to take a walk. She left the library and headed out into the grounds, only to find Michael Corner and Mandy Brocklehurst attending to some business under a large willow tree. It seemed no matter where she went, she would find couples. Hermione sighed. I shall just go back to my room then…
Figures, up against the portrait, there was Draco Malfoy and Tracy Davis, snogging. It was too much for Hermione. Right there, staring at the pair of Slytherins, she broke into tears. She fell to the ground as the sobs wracked her body. She felt all the tears in the world would never be enough to express what she felt. Hell, she didn't even know what she felt. It was anger, jealousy, confusion, betrayal, pain, loss, guilt, and almost everything else that made a person cry like she was.
Draco broke apart from Tracy when he heard the cries from behind him. He saw her; and so did Tracy, "You are pathetic, you take that muggle over me? I'm leaving!" and she left. Draco was glad. He turned to Hermione's sobbing form, and easily scooped her up. He said the password into the common room and carried her in. He took her into her room and laid her on her bed. She grabbed for him, pulling him to her, like a lost child who just found his parents. He stroked her hair, she whimpered. Soon she was out of tears; she just sniffed in his scent, treasuring it.
"Hermione,"
"Draco,"
Hermione looked up into his eyes, there showed so much emotion she had never seen. He had never let his emotions show through his eyes before, at least, not to her. He looked into her eyes and saw the emotions she felt, and he felt horrible. He knew he had put them there. He bent to kiss her in apology, but she pushed him away.
"Draco, I don't trust you. You hurt me too much. I am just so confused, and every time I see you, it gets worse. You are making me crazy. I need you to go away." There. She had said it. She wanted him to go. She knew she really didn't want him to go, she need him. She didn't notice she needed him until he had got up and left, carefully shutting the door behind him. And then she knew the pain she felt before was nothing compared to this. She loved him, and now he was gone. And no, he wouldn't come back. Now she knew; this was hell. And there was no way out.