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"I always knew you were dirt Malfoy, but I never expected you to do what you
did to Hermione. You'll pay for hurting her."
Ron had his wand pointed at Draco in a threatening way, but Draco wasn't too
concerned about it. "Go on, do it Weasel. We both know you don't have the guts to do
it, don't we?" It wasn't that he didn't care about being put in this situation; he was just
too tired to be really alarmed. "If you're gonna do something do it now, otherwise I'm
going to bed."
"You shouldn't tempt me Malfoy, you have no idea how angry I am about you
attacking Hermione. You deserve to get punished, and I'll be the one to do it."
"What are you talking about? I was in class with you when it happened."
"Stop playing dumb Malfoy. I was just with her and she said your name in her
sleep. You've been caught you scum bag, deal with it." As they had been talking, Ron
had gradually lowered his wand, but at the mention of Hermione's sleep talking, his hand
shot up again to point at Draco's face.
"She said my name?" He said this more to himself then Ron, and allowed himself
a slight smile before getting back to the conversation at hand. "None of this matters. The
attacker was caught tonight, but you'll find that out soon enough. Now get out of my
way. I'm going to bed." Draco pushed passed him and entered his portrait, leaving a very
confused Weasley in the dark corridor.
***
He had anticipated the Great Hall to erupt in gasps and wild chattering among the
students, but instead a piercing silence had taken place. Sure they would all be gossiping
about it in a few minutes, but for right now everyone was too shocked to even
comprehend the whole situation. Ron had it rough. Everyone was staring at him, like he
was some bug under the microscope. When Dumbledore had made his announcement he
had just stayed frozen, but the thing was he wasn't all that surprised. Ginny had seemed
a little off with him since being possessed by Tom Riddle, especially since the beginning
of this year. He hadn't been expecting something of this magnitude, but he wasn't as
surprised as some other people in the room.
It was strange for everyone now. Ginny was gone.
The students left the Great Hall and went to their classes, some beginning to
speak, but most of kept at a dull whisper. Draco had yet to say anything, even though
they were now halfway through 7th year potions. The class had behaving better than
usual, Snape only had to yell or insult two times, about ten times below par for him. But
then Hermione came into class, and the art of making potions was forgotten.
Nearly every single person in the class jumped up from their seats and flocked
around her bombarding her with questions about how she was, and Ginny, and what
exactly happened in the Gryffindor common room. Of course Draco was not one of these
people. He managed to stay composed despite his elation at seeing her up and healthy for
the first time in over a week.
"Settle down, settle down. I'm sure Miss Granger has been through enough
without you all suffocating her." It seemed that Snape had a newfound respect and
appreciate for Hermione after the attack. He realized he could have lost his one decent
student apparently.
Hermione sat down quietly, without saying one word or answering one of the
many questions she had been asked. She had gotten smiles and little touches on the hand
from both Ron and Harry, it seemed that surprisingly Ron held no ill will towards her. But even though she was grateful for this bit of loyalty, all her attention was on the
blonde Slytherin in the corner, who's eyes were burning right into her own.
Dumbledore had told her what Draco had done for her, but she also knew that if
she had never gotten involved with him in the first place then the whole mess could have
been avoided. Draco had been involved with Ginny; she still wasn't past that part. Of
course, Hermione was thankful that he had helped catch the one responsible, but at the
same time she wasn't sure where she should go from here. One thing she did know, it
would never work between herself and Draco. They were just too different. She can't be
with him. She won't be with him.
He saw her stare at him with indecision, and then saw her turn away from him.
Of course he wasn't pleased with this, but he would talk to her after class. It would work
out between them. While she was in the hospital wing he had admitted to himself that he
had feelings for her, and now he knew that she had them for him as well. Why else
would her first word coming to be his name? She can be with me. She will be with me.
The end of class came, and Draco got up from his chair right away and started for
her, but she was already being whisked away by her friends. Right now wasn't the right
time, but before the day is over she'll know how I feel about her. I can't put this off.
He spent the rest of the day trying to find her alone, but she was always talking to
someone, wearing that expression of forced politeness, when it was clear that all
she wanted to do was be alone. It wasn't until after dinner, around seven fifteen, that he
finally spotted her alone by the lake. He knew he had to talk to her, it was now or never.
She heard someone walking behind her and knew it was him without even
looking. He said only one word to her.
"Hey." She was sent back to the night only a few days ago, but seemed more like
years. A night where that same word had been spoken, and had been followed by a kiss.
She let herself get carried away by it for a moment, but then pulled herself back in. She
couldn't let that memory dictate what she did now.
"Hi. Listen we have to talk." She started, but Draco cut her off.
"I have something to say too, and I think it would be better if I went first." He
took a deep breath then continued. "The thing is, before when we said that this was just a
mistake and didn't mean anything I totally believed that. But when you were in the
hospital, and there was a chance that we could, I mean I could lose you, what I mean is
that." He stopped for a second, looked away from her, and then just said what was on his
mind. "I like you, and I'm sorry that it was my fault you got attacked. But I think that
we could be good together, even though we're different. Screw what everyone else
thinks. What's important is that we like each other, not if anyone else likes us together."
"Wait a minute, who ever said I liked you?" It sounded harsh to even her own
ears, but she had to cut this off now. It would save them both a lot of pain in the end.
"You said my name in your sleep."
"That doesn't mean I like Draco. I meant what I said before, that night was a
mistake. And it does matter what everyone thinks. People won't just be disapproving;
they'll make sure we know they disapprove. Then there's your father, and Harry, and
Ron. I just, I can't do this. We can't do this. I'm sorry if you had some idea that we
could be together and everything would be wonderful and happy, but that just won't
happen. They'll all try to split us up, and then we'll resent each other. We should just try
to be polite acquaintances." She got up to leave at her last statement, but he grabbed her
arm to stop her.
"You know that won't happen. It's either all or nothing. We're together or
you're dealing with the old Malfoy again. It's your choice."
"Then I guess I have to take the old Malfoy. It's just a shame, I thought that
maybe we could go from polite acquaintances to friends eventually, and I would have
really liked to be your friend." And then she was gone.
Draco looked over to see the sun set and night had fallen. Well, he had succeeded
in telling her his feelings before the day was over, but it might have been better if he
hadn't.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she walked away. It's for the best, it's for the
best. Maybe if she told herself that enough she could actually believe it.
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"I always knew you were dirt Malfoy, but I never expected you to do what you
did to Hermione. You'll pay for hurting her."
Ron had his wand pointed at Draco in a threatening way, but Draco wasn't too
concerned about it. "Go on, do it Weasel. We both know you don't have the guts to do
it, don't we?" It wasn't that he didn't care about being put in this situation; he was just
too tired to be really alarmed. "If you're gonna do something do it now, otherwise I'm
going to bed."
"You shouldn't tempt me Malfoy, you have no idea how angry I am about you
attacking Hermione. You deserve to get punished, and I'll be the one to do it."
"What are you talking about? I was in class with you when it happened."
"Stop playing dumb Malfoy. I was just with her and she said your name in her
sleep. You've been caught you scum bag, deal with it." As they had been talking, Ron
had gradually lowered his wand, but at the mention of Hermione's sleep talking, his hand
shot up again to point at Draco's face.
"She said my name?" He said this more to himself then Ron, and allowed himself
a slight smile before getting back to the conversation at hand. "None of this matters. The
attacker was caught tonight, but you'll find that out soon enough. Now get out of my
way. I'm going to bed." Draco pushed passed him and entered his portrait, leaving a very
confused Weasley in the dark corridor.
***
He had anticipated the Great Hall to erupt in gasps and wild chattering among the
students, but instead a piercing silence had taken place. Sure they would all be gossiping
about it in a few minutes, but for right now everyone was too shocked to even
comprehend the whole situation. Ron had it rough. Everyone was staring at him, like he
was some bug under the microscope. When Dumbledore had made his announcement he
had just stayed frozen, but the thing was he wasn't all that surprised. Ginny had seemed
a little off with him since being possessed by Tom Riddle, especially since the beginning
of this year. He hadn't been expecting something of this magnitude, but he wasn't as
surprised as some other people in the room.
It was strange for everyone now. Ginny was gone.
The students left the Great Hall and went to their classes, some beginning to
speak, but most of kept at a dull whisper. Draco had yet to say anything, even though
they were now halfway through 7th year potions. The class had behaving better than
usual, Snape only had to yell or insult two times, about ten times below par for him. But
then Hermione came into class, and the art of making potions was forgotten.
Nearly every single person in the class jumped up from their seats and flocked
around her bombarding her with questions about how she was, and Ginny, and what
exactly happened in the Gryffindor common room. Of course Draco was not one of these
people. He managed to stay composed despite his elation at seeing her up and healthy for
the first time in over a week.
"Settle down, settle down. I'm sure Miss Granger has been through enough
without you all suffocating her." It seemed that Snape had a newfound respect and
appreciate for Hermione after the attack. He realized he could have lost his one decent
student apparently.
Hermione sat down quietly, without saying one word or answering one of the
many questions she had been asked. She had gotten smiles and little touches on the hand
from both Ron and Harry, it seemed that surprisingly Ron held no ill will towards her. But even though she was grateful for this bit of loyalty, all her attention was on the
blonde Slytherin in the corner, who's eyes were burning right into her own.
Dumbledore had told her what Draco had done for her, but she also knew that if
she had never gotten involved with him in the first place then the whole mess could have
been avoided. Draco had been involved with Ginny; she still wasn't past that part. Of
course, Hermione was thankful that he had helped catch the one responsible, but at the
same time she wasn't sure where she should go from here. One thing she did know, it
would never work between herself and Draco. They were just too different. She can't be
with him. She won't be with him.
He saw her stare at him with indecision, and then saw her turn away from him.
Of course he wasn't pleased with this, but he would talk to her after class. It would work
out between them. While she was in the hospital wing he had admitted to himself that he
had feelings for her, and now he knew that she had them for him as well. Why else
would her first word coming to be his name? She can be with me. She will be with me.
The end of class came, and Draco got up from his chair right away and started for
her, but she was already being whisked away by her friends. Right now wasn't the right
time, but before the day is over she'll know how I feel about her. I can't put this off.
He spent the rest of the day trying to find her alone, but she was always talking to
someone, wearing that expression of forced politeness, when it was clear that all
she wanted to do was be alone. It wasn't until after dinner, around seven fifteen, that he
finally spotted her alone by the lake. He knew he had to talk to her, it was now or never.
She heard someone walking behind her and knew it was him without even
looking. He said only one word to her.
"Hey." She was sent back to the night only a few days ago, but seemed more like
years. A night where that same word had been spoken, and had been followed by a kiss.
She let herself get carried away by it for a moment, but then pulled herself back in. She
couldn't let that memory dictate what she did now.
"Hi. Listen we have to talk." She started, but Draco cut her off.
"I have something to say too, and I think it would be better if I went first." He
took a deep breath then continued. "The thing is, before when we said that this was just a
mistake and didn't mean anything I totally believed that. But when you were in the
hospital, and there was a chance that we could, I mean I could lose you, what I mean is
that." He stopped for a second, looked away from her, and then just said what was on his
mind. "I like you, and I'm sorry that it was my fault you got attacked. But I think that
we could be good together, even though we're different. Screw what everyone else
thinks. What's important is that we like each other, not if anyone else likes us together."
"Wait a minute, who ever said I liked you?" It sounded harsh to even her own
ears, but she had to cut this off now. It would save them both a lot of pain in the end.
"You said my name in your sleep."
"That doesn't mean I like Draco. I meant what I said before, that night was a
mistake. And it does matter what everyone thinks. People won't just be disapproving;
they'll make sure we know they disapprove. Then there's your father, and Harry, and
Ron. I just, I can't do this. We can't do this. I'm sorry if you had some idea that we
could be together and everything would be wonderful and happy, but that just won't
happen. They'll all try to split us up, and then we'll resent each other. We should just try
to be polite acquaintances." She got up to leave at her last statement, but he grabbed her
arm to stop her.
"You know that won't happen. It's either all or nothing. We're together or
you're dealing with the old Malfoy again. It's your choice."
"Then I guess I have to take the old Malfoy. It's just a shame, I thought that
maybe we could go from polite acquaintances to friends eventually, and I would have
really liked to be your friend." And then she was gone.
Draco looked over to see the sun set and night had fallen. Well, he had succeeded
in telling her his feelings before the day was over, but it might have been better if he
hadn't.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she walked away. It's for the best, it's for the
best. Maybe if she told herself that enough she could actually believe it.
