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It had been ringing in her ears for the entire night; it plagued her and would not let
her sleep again.
Two times you will see this scene
Once in reality once in dream
If his love you return not deny
On this battlefield he will die
Break his heart now, destroy any love built
Or you will have to live with the guilt
Save him and deal with your pain
Or see you're love brutally slain
The choice is yours, left to you
But you know in your heart what you must do.
How could she let him go? Only a few short hours ago they had 'gotten back
together.' She couldn't break his heart and her own after something like that had
happened so recently. She tried several times to convince herself that it was just a stupid
dream, that didn't mean anything, that she could ignore it and everything would be fine.
But there was a nagging feeling in her heart that she knew she would never be able to
ignore. What if it was true? What if he ended up dying and it was her fault? How would
she be able to live with herself? No, she knew what she had to do, and that was to get
Draco out of her life and away from her. She had to keep him safe.
Now it was just a matter of how she would go about keeping him away. If she
told him now that it wasn't going to work out, he would just think that she was scared
because they were so different, or because of her friends. No, talking to him wouldn't
work. She needed to do something, some gesture that would make it obvious that they
were over, that she didn't want to be with him, that she didn't even want to know him.
She had to hurt him somehow.
Words wouldn't affect him, he was too storing for that. His skin was too thick to
be hurt by something like that. The problem was, Hermione didn't have a lot of
experience at hurting people. She was kind by nature, not conniving like she was trying
to be now. When dawn came, she still hadn't come up with anything. So she decided
that for the time being, she would just act like nothing happened. That would work until
she planned something.
Draco had a peaceful night sleep filled with dreams of a certain brilliant
Gryffindor. But, his were pleasant and therefore polar opposite of Hermione's. The
result was that when dawn arrived he felt absolutely incredible. He went through the
mundane processes of showering and getting ready for classes, but instead of putting his
sleep engulfed mind in a bad mood, he only made him happier. Was it him or was the
sun especially bright this morning? Or was the shower extra relaxing? Or was the
prospect of a day filled with classes ever more exciting? Of course, none of these things
were different, but they all seemed to offer a better perspective when his girlfriend was
Hermione.
She was his girlfriend. Was she his girlfriend? Neither of them used that term
specifically, but he supposed that he might as well start getting used to it now. Not that it
would take that much getting used to. It seemed to fit already.
Before he went down to the Great Hall, he decided that he should wait for her. I
mean, it's not like they could spend much time being decent to each other during the day,
so he might as well take as much time with her as he could get. He practically skipped to
her door, and knocked a couple of times. When she opened the door, his breath was
knocked out. It wasn't that she had suddenly gotten 'breathtakingly' beautiful overnight,
because although she was pretty she wasn't the most gorgeous girl on the planet. It was
more of the realization that the girl in front of him was his. And he was hers.
All of his thoughts about her when she opened the door allowed her time to
compose her face and mask her stress before he noticed.
They talked for a few minutes, exchanging occasional affectionate touches. If
Draco were to look carefully enough, he would have been able to see that something was
wrong with her. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on the opinion, he was in too
much of a hazy cloud of happiness to notice. Soon, it was time to be down for breakfast,
and with a kiss they exited their rooms. Once the portrait door closed behind them, they
weren't boyfriend and girlfriend. They were enemies. Or at least everyone else assumed
so.
As soon as they parted, a breath rushed out of Hermione's lungs. Pretending to be
happy was harder work that she thought it would be. God how was she going to do this?
He's been so happy. He hadn't stopped smiling, and if she had looked deeper into his
eyes she might have seen an emotion that she was not ready to see. But she hadn't, so
she didn't see the love slowly being born. If she had, she would have realized then and
there that getting rid of him was going to be even harder than she thought.
Classes that day flew by for both of them, for Draco because he couldn't pay
attention to anything other than Hermione, and for Hermione because she was dreading
evening when she would have to face Draco again. Time always goes faster when you
don't want it to, or when you're not paying attention to it. Either way, it was dinner
before they knew it, and Hermione was talking to Ron and Harry. It was then that she
thought up her plan to 'save' Draco. It was a time that later on she would wish she could
go back and change.
After dinner Ron and Harry were walking up to Hermione's dorm with her, and
Draco wasn't that far away, maybe a minute or so behind them. When they were about
halfway to her room, Harry remembered that he had to go meet Snape for a detention he
didn't deserve, and he left Ron and Hermione alone. They continued up to her room, and
soon they were standing before the portrait. Ron was telling Hermione a story and
Divination that day, and while he was doing so Hermione casually looked past him to see
Draco coming up the corridor.
Taking a deep breath and preparing herself for what she had to do, Hermione's
eyes clouded over with tears of regret. She bit them back, telling herself she had to do this. It was for the best.
Draco stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Hermione grab Ron and kiss him
passionately.
AN: I know that was pretty mean of me to cut it off there, considering this chapter was short anyway. But I had to!!! I don't know where to go with the plot after this. I really would like to know if u guys want this to be a happy ending or not. Right now I'm leaning toward unhappily ever after, but my opinion can be swayed.just tell me what u think about it.
It had been ringing in her ears for the entire night; it plagued her and would not let
her sleep again.
Two times you will see this scene
Once in reality once in dream
If his love you return not deny
On this battlefield he will die
Break his heart now, destroy any love built
Or you will have to live with the guilt
Save him and deal with your pain
Or see you're love brutally slain
The choice is yours, left to you
But you know in your heart what you must do.
How could she let him go? Only a few short hours ago they had 'gotten back
together.' She couldn't break his heart and her own after something like that had
happened so recently. She tried several times to convince herself that it was just a stupid
dream, that didn't mean anything, that she could ignore it and everything would be fine.
But there was a nagging feeling in her heart that she knew she would never be able to
ignore. What if it was true? What if he ended up dying and it was her fault? How would
she be able to live with herself? No, she knew what she had to do, and that was to get
Draco out of her life and away from her. She had to keep him safe.
Now it was just a matter of how she would go about keeping him away. If she
told him now that it wasn't going to work out, he would just think that she was scared
because they were so different, or because of her friends. No, talking to him wouldn't
work. She needed to do something, some gesture that would make it obvious that they
were over, that she didn't want to be with him, that she didn't even want to know him.
She had to hurt him somehow.
Words wouldn't affect him, he was too storing for that. His skin was too thick to
be hurt by something like that. The problem was, Hermione didn't have a lot of
experience at hurting people. She was kind by nature, not conniving like she was trying
to be now. When dawn came, she still hadn't come up with anything. So she decided
that for the time being, she would just act like nothing happened. That would work until
she planned something.
Draco had a peaceful night sleep filled with dreams of a certain brilliant
Gryffindor. But, his were pleasant and therefore polar opposite of Hermione's. The
result was that when dawn arrived he felt absolutely incredible. He went through the
mundane processes of showering and getting ready for classes, but instead of putting his
sleep engulfed mind in a bad mood, he only made him happier. Was it him or was the
sun especially bright this morning? Or was the shower extra relaxing? Or was the
prospect of a day filled with classes ever more exciting? Of course, none of these things
were different, but they all seemed to offer a better perspective when his girlfriend was
Hermione.
She was his girlfriend. Was she his girlfriend? Neither of them used that term
specifically, but he supposed that he might as well start getting used to it now. Not that it
would take that much getting used to. It seemed to fit already.
Before he went down to the Great Hall, he decided that he should wait for her. I
mean, it's not like they could spend much time being decent to each other during the day,
so he might as well take as much time with her as he could get. He practically skipped to
her door, and knocked a couple of times. When she opened the door, his breath was
knocked out. It wasn't that she had suddenly gotten 'breathtakingly' beautiful overnight,
because although she was pretty she wasn't the most gorgeous girl on the planet. It was
more of the realization that the girl in front of him was his. And he was hers.
All of his thoughts about her when she opened the door allowed her time to
compose her face and mask her stress before he noticed.
They talked for a few minutes, exchanging occasional affectionate touches. If
Draco were to look carefully enough, he would have been able to see that something was
wrong with her. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on the opinion, he was in too
much of a hazy cloud of happiness to notice. Soon, it was time to be down for breakfast,
and with a kiss they exited their rooms. Once the portrait door closed behind them, they
weren't boyfriend and girlfriend. They were enemies. Or at least everyone else assumed
so.
As soon as they parted, a breath rushed out of Hermione's lungs. Pretending to be
happy was harder work that she thought it would be. God how was she going to do this?
He's been so happy. He hadn't stopped smiling, and if she had looked deeper into his
eyes she might have seen an emotion that she was not ready to see. But she hadn't, so
she didn't see the love slowly being born. If she had, she would have realized then and
there that getting rid of him was going to be even harder than she thought.
Classes that day flew by for both of them, for Draco because he couldn't pay
attention to anything other than Hermione, and for Hermione because she was dreading
evening when she would have to face Draco again. Time always goes faster when you
don't want it to, or when you're not paying attention to it. Either way, it was dinner
before they knew it, and Hermione was talking to Ron and Harry. It was then that she
thought up her plan to 'save' Draco. It was a time that later on she would wish she could
go back and change.
After dinner Ron and Harry were walking up to Hermione's dorm with her, and
Draco wasn't that far away, maybe a minute or so behind them. When they were about
halfway to her room, Harry remembered that he had to go meet Snape for a detention he
didn't deserve, and he left Ron and Hermione alone. They continued up to her room, and
soon they were standing before the portrait. Ron was telling Hermione a story and
Divination that day, and while he was doing so Hermione casually looked past him to see
Draco coming up the corridor.
Taking a deep breath and preparing herself for what she had to do, Hermione's
eyes clouded over with tears of regret. She bit them back, telling herself she had to do this. It was for the best.
Draco stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Hermione grab Ron and kiss him
passionately.
AN: I know that was pretty mean of me to cut it off there, considering this chapter was short anyway. But I had to!!! I don't know where to go with the plot after this. I really would like to know if u guys want this to be a happy ending or not. Right now I'm leaning toward unhappily ever after, but my opinion can be swayed.just tell me what u think about it.
