Have A Little Faith In Me
Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters in this story.
Chapter Two - Either Way
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I woke up and rubbed my eyes sleepily. I looked around to see myself alone on the floor of the library. I couldn't think of why I was here until last nights fiasco played back in my head. I sat up; a pile of blankets was lying next to me. I looked around but I didn't see Hermione anywhere.
I got up and stretched. My muscles were sore from quidditch practice lately. It's been happening more frequently now and I really wish I wasn't on the team anymore. Yeah, being the seeker is fun but I only do it to compete with Potter. And I guess for my father too. I'm not even going to get into that now.
All I want to do is see Hermione. See what she says about last night. I can't believe I said those things to her. But I can't take that back now.
I see her face all the time now. In potions, I always drift off into a daydream about her and Goyle has to snap his fingers in front of my face to get my attention back. It's so hard to know I see her everyday and she only thinks of me as filth, because of Potter. The reason she doesn't like me is because of St. Potter and Weasel. They're turning her against me.
I turned around and tried to open the door, giggling the handles and saying 'alahomora' but still there was nothing. Madam Pince must have put a charm on the doors.
So I knew Hermione was in the library, but where was she?
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I awoke and an arm was draped around my waist. This felt comforting and I didn't care where I was at the moment because this just felt nice. But then reality came back and I quickly flipped over to see that the arm was of that none other than Draco Malfoy, my arch nemesis.
I remembered everything that had happened last night and I wanted to go to my dormitory and close my curtains and just stay there for the rest of my life. I could not face Malfoy in the halls anymore or during classes. Every time I see him I'll think about him kissing me.
The kiss, ah! I don't know how to explain it except for it scared me, a lot. He was my first kiss, unbelievable, I know, but Draco Malfoy was my first kiss. And I liked it.
I was acting to sour against him last night while he was being sweet. Why was this all happening to me! I had to get away from him, but yet I couldn't get out of the library because the bloody doors were locked.
I got up quietly and went to the one place I go to think.
I call it my secret room, but I'm sure many have found it before me. It was pretty obvious to me when I saw the opening but I'm sure Ron would think I was brilliant for finding it.
I walked down the aisles of the library until I came to the back of the musky room. I walked right up to a book that was worn and very old just like all the other books in the library. I looked at the spine and brushed my fingers over the words as I read them to myself, 'The Secret To Finding Secret Doors.'
I took the book off the shelf and almost immediately a door appeared in its place. One of the many magical secrets of Hogwarts. I swung the French door open and closed it behind me. I walked into a room full of silk pillows and blankets. The walls were full of my favorite books, the ones I read over and over again.
I don't really know what this room is. It's kind of like the Room of Requirement I guess, because when I walk in, all my favorite books appear and so do the Gryffindor colors.
As I walked in, I just collapsed on the floor and sunk into the many pillows. I shut my eyes tightly and I wished that this night wouldn't have happened.
Bud I'm glad it happened too.
I mean Malfoy was so different last night. I've never seen him like that before and I have to say I liked it. He was caring and I would have never expected that from him.
But he's a villain. He's Harry's worst enemy. His father is a Death Eater! He could have been one of the people who helped kill many people, helped find Harry's parents. How could I fancy someone who at any given moment could go and join the dark side?
But at that moment my thoughts were broken.
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I got up and looked down the aisles of the library, searching for Hermione. I just wanted to see her, but when I did see her, I wouldn't know what to say. I didn't care at the moment, it was concerning me, I just wanted to see what she would say about last night.
Who knows? Maybe she'll rush into my arms and tell me that she loves me too, and we'll go tell everyone at school and they won't care. And my father will understand because he knows I love her and he wants ME to be happy.
Yeah and maybe Neville will pass Potion's without Hermione's help.
Maybe Hermione will see me, and she could come up to me and slap me on the face and I'll have a hand mark on my face for days, but I would caress it every night and remember what it felt to have her skin touch mine.
Only one way to know, so I continued searching through the library, looking everywhere I could but I could not see her anywhere.
Finally, I gave up and sat down in a chair in the back. I leaned my head back and shut my eyes. It must be almost dawn by now. Madam Pince should be here soon. I need to find her.
I rolled my head forward, and I noticed a book that was out of order. It was sticking out unlike all of the other books. I got up slowly and walked towards the book. I slipped it out from in between the other two books. As I did a door appeared, and I smiled a devilish smile. I found where she went.
I opened the door slowly and I saw Hermione lying in a pile of pillows and she looked just like an angel. She saw me and lifted her head up, and to my surprise she smiled a bit.
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When Draco walked in, I saw that he was smiling that quirky smile of his. He thought he was so clever for finding me. This made me smile, and now that I see him, I couldn't care what would happen between us after this.
"Hello," I said quietly.
"Good mourning," he said quite confidently. I dared myself to be as confident as him and make a move, so I did.
"You know you can sit if you like."
"Really? You wouldn't mind?"
"Of course not, come sit," I said and patted a spot right next to me. My face was turning the color of a tomato but I didn't care.
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She was bright red after she invited me to sit next to her, she looked just adorable. Of course I took her offer and went and sat next to her. I looked at her and saw her hair was all tied in knots and her eyes were a little puffy, but she was still beautiful.
"Didn't get much sleep last night?" I asked.
"Yeah, the floor wasn't too comfortable."
"Sorry 'bout that."
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I turned my head towards his.
"Why would you apologize?"
"Well, um, I could've conjured up a mattress or something, but I thought it might have been a little awkward. I didn't know how you would react," he said this all shyly and it was the first time I'd ever seen HIM blush. It was sweet.
"You're right, good choice," I said and giggled a little.
He smiled at me and my heart fluttered a bit.
"You know, we might never get the chance to be alone again."
"Really? And why do you say that?"
"Well, you see, I have quidditch, and you have your school work, we are two very busy people."
"I see," I was leading him on and I was having fun doing this.
"And I don't think people would react that well with us walking down the halls together so," he said and ran his hand up my arm slowly, "Why don't we take advantage of this situation."
I didn't care what would happen after this. I didn't care if Harry would be furious with me, if Ron would be furious with me, I didn't care what anybody would think. I like him. I like Draco Malfoy.
I bit my bottom lip and slowly nodded my head, "I agree."
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After she said those two words I let out a sigh of relief and laid her down slowly onto the pillows. I saw the hesitation in her eyes, the anticipation just like the night before. I propped myself up on my arm and slowly moved closer to her. I heard her taking in more breath faster and I saw her eyes close tightly for a short period of time. I leaned closer and closer to her, my arm moved around her waist, I slid her shirt up a tiny bit just so I could feel her skin. She shuddered beneath me and I knew she wanted this. I wanted this. I stopped for a second and she looked at me with a questioning look.
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I lay there, wondering what I had done wrong. What had went wrong? I thought everything was perfect.
He was so close to me, I could feel his breath against my face. I waited for him to kiss me, I closed my eyes, but nothing happened, I looked back up do see him pondering in his thoughts. I didn't know what was happening until he was lifting himself off of me and running his hands through his hair.
"I'm sorry Hermione," his voice was quivering.
"What's wrong?" I wanted to know what was going on.
"I need to go," he said and rushed out of the door.
I sat up, "Draco!" I called, but he didn't turn back.
And here I was now, laying in a pile of silk pillows wondering how I got myself into this.
--- I don't know why I did it. I was so close to her, so close to getting what I wanted. But I couldn't do it. I walked out of the room and found Madam Pince sitting at her librarian desk.
"Mr. Malfoy! What are you doing in here?"
I just mumbled and walked out of the doors that were now unlocked. The doors that had started all of this.
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A/N - There's the second chapter. Thanks to Shy, jac, Snoopy7870, The Sky Is Orange 666, Tanya Taylor, a change around every corner, and dsoreo57. Thank you for all the encouragement to continue this story! I hoped you liked this chapter and please feel free to review it! It would be greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading!
Ollivanders is an anagram of Ronald Lives.
"If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals."
Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters in this story.
Chapter Two - Either Way
_________________
I woke up and rubbed my eyes sleepily. I looked around to see myself alone on the floor of the library. I couldn't think of why I was here until last nights fiasco played back in my head. I sat up; a pile of blankets was lying next to me. I looked around but I didn't see Hermione anywhere.
I got up and stretched. My muscles were sore from quidditch practice lately. It's been happening more frequently now and I really wish I wasn't on the team anymore. Yeah, being the seeker is fun but I only do it to compete with Potter. And I guess for my father too. I'm not even going to get into that now.
All I want to do is see Hermione. See what she says about last night. I can't believe I said those things to her. But I can't take that back now.
I see her face all the time now. In potions, I always drift off into a daydream about her and Goyle has to snap his fingers in front of my face to get my attention back. It's so hard to know I see her everyday and she only thinks of me as filth, because of Potter. The reason she doesn't like me is because of St. Potter and Weasel. They're turning her against me.
I turned around and tried to open the door, giggling the handles and saying 'alahomora' but still there was nothing. Madam Pince must have put a charm on the doors.
So I knew Hermione was in the library, but where was she?
---
I awoke and an arm was draped around my waist. This felt comforting and I didn't care where I was at the moment because this just felt nice. But then reality came back and I quickly flipped over to see that the arm was of that none other than Draco Malfoy, my arch nemesis.
I remembered everything that had happened last night and I wanted to go to my dormitory and close my curtains and just stay there for the rest of my life. I could not face Malfoy in the halls anymore or during classes. Every time I see him I'll think about him kissing me.
The kiss, ah! I don't know how to explain it except for it scared me, a lot. He was my first kiss, unbelievable, I know, but Draco Malfoy was my first kiss. And I liked it.
I was acting to sour against him last night while he was being sweet. Why was this all happening to me! I had to get away from him, but yet I couldn't get out of the library because the bloody doors were locked.
I got up quietly and went to the one place I go to think.
I call it my secret room, but I'm sure many have found it before me. It was pretty obvious to me when I saw the opening but I'm sure Ron would think I was brilliant for finding it.
I walked down the aisles of the library until I came to the back of the musky room. I walked right up to a book that was worn and very old just like all the other books in the library. I looked at the spine and brushed my fingers over the words as I read them to myself, 'The Secret To Finding Secret Doors.'
I took the book off the shelf and almost immediately a door appeared in its place. One of the many magical secrets of Hogwarts. I swung the French door open and closed it behind me. I walked into a room full of silk pillows and blankets. The walls were full of my favorite books, the ones I read over and over again.
I don't really know what this room is. It's kind of like the Room of Requirement I guess, because when I walk in, all my favorite books appear and so do the Gryffindor colors.
As I walked in, I just collapsed on the floor and sunk into the many pillows. I shut my eyes tightly and I wished that this night wouldn't have happened.
Bud I'm glad it happened too.
I mean Malfoy was so different last night. I've never seen him like that before and I have to say I liked it. He was caring and I would have never expected that from him.
But he's a villain. He's Harry's worst enemy. His father is a Death Eater! He could have been one of the people who helped kill many people, helped find Harry's parents. How could I fancy someone who at any given moment could go and join the dark side?
But at that moment my thoughts were broken.
---
I got up and looked down the aisles of the library, searching for Hermione. I just wanted to see her, but when I did see her, I wouldn't know what to say. I didn't care at the moment, it was concerning me, I just wanted to see what she would say about last night.
Who knows? Maybe she'll rush into my arms and tell me that she loves me too, and we'll go tell everyone at school and they won't care. And my father will understand because he knows I love her and he wants ME to be happy.
Yeah and maybe Neville will pass Potion's without Hermione's help.
Maybe Hermione will see me, and she could come up to me and slap me on the face and I'll have a hand mark on my face for days, but I would caress it every night and remember what it felt to have her skin touch mine.
Only one way to know, so I continued searching through the library, looking everywhere I could but I could not see her anywhere.
Finally, I gave up and sat down in a chair in the back. I leaned my head back and shut my eyes. It must be almost dawn by now. Madam Pince should be here soon. I need to find her.
I rolled my head forward, and I noticed a book that was out of order. It was sticking out unlike all of the other books. I got up slowly and walked towards the book. I slipped it out from in between the other two books. As I did a door appeared, and I smiled a devilish smile. I found where she went.
I opened the door slowly and I saw Hermione lying in a pile of pillows and she looked just like an angel. She saw me and lifted her head up, and to my surprise she smiled a bit.
---
When Draco walked in, I saw that he was smiling that quirky smile of his. He thought he was so clever for finding me. This made me smile, and now that I see him, I couldn't care what would happen between us after this.
"Hello," I said quietly.
"Good mourning," he said quite confidently. I dared myself to be as confident as him and make a move, so I did.
"You know you can sit if you like."
"Really? You wouldn't mind?"
"Of course not, come sit," I said and patted a spot right next to me. My face was turning the color of a tomato but I didn't care.
---
She was bright red after she invited me to sit next to her, she looked just adorable. Of course I took her offer and went and sat next to her. I looked at her and saw her hair was all tied in knots and her eyes were a little puffy, but she was still beautiful.
"Didn't get much sleep last night?" I asked.
"Yeah, the floor wasn't too comfortable."
"Sorry 'bout that."
---
I turned my head towards his.
"Why would you apologize?"
"Well, um, I could've conjured up a mattress or something, but I thought it might have been a little awkward. I didn't know how you would react," he said this all shyly and it was the first time I'd ever seen HIM blush. It was sweet.
"You're right, good choice," I said and giggled a little.
He smiled at me and my heart fluttered a bit.
"You know, we might never get the chance to be alone again."
"Really? And why do you say that?"
"Well, you see, I have quidditch, and you have your school work, we are two very busy people."
"I see," I was leading him on and I was having fun doing this.
"And I don't think people would react that well with us walking down the halls together so," he said and ran his hand up my arm slowly, "Why don't we take advantage of this situation."
I didn't care what would happen after this. I didn't care if Harry would be furious with me, if Ron would be furious with me, I didn't care what anybody would think. I like him. I like Draco Malfoy.
I bit my bottom lip and slowly nodded my head, "I agree."
---
After she said those two words I let out a sigh of relief and laid her down slowly onto the pillows. I saw the hesitation in her eyes, the anticipation just like the night before. I propped myself up on my arm and slowly moved closer to her. I heard her taking in more breath faster and I saw her eyes close tightly for a short period of time. I leaned closer and closer to her, my arm moved around her waist, I slid her shirt up a tiny bit just so I could feel her skin. She shuddered beneath me and I knew she wanted this. I wanted this. I stopped for a second and she looked at me with a questioning look.
---
I lay there, wondering what I had done wrong. What had went wrong? I thought everything was perfect.
He was so close to me, I could feel his breath against my face. I waited for him to kiss me, I closed my eyes, but nothing happened, I looked back up do see him pondering in his thoughts. I didn't know what was happening until he was lifting himself off of me and running his hands through his hair.
"I'm sorry Hermione," his voice was quivering.
"What's wrong?" I wanted to know what was going on.
"I need to go," he said and rushed out of the door.
I sat up, "Draco!" I called, but he didn't turn back.
And here I was now, laying in a pile of silk pillows wondering how I got myself into this.
--- I don't know why I did it. I was so close to her, so close to getting what I wanted. But I couldn't do it. I walked out of the room and found Madam Pince sitting at her librarian desk.
"Mr. Malfoy! What are you doing in here?"
I just mumbled and walked out of the doors that were now unlocked. The doors that had started all of this.
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A/N - There's the second chapter. Thanks to Shy, jac, Snoopy7870, The Sky Is Orange 666, Tanya Taylor, a change around every corner, and dsoreo57. Thank you for all the encouragement to continue this story! I hoped you liked this chapter and please feel free to review it! It would be greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading!
Ollivanders is an anagram of Ronald Lives.
"If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals."