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Okay, to respond.. You people want them to get back together right? To all you people who don't like the whole drama thing, you can walk away from this story. I've already figured out my own plot, and I can't tell you whether or not they'll get back together. (But honestly, do you think I would be THAT cruel?) This story needs a new change and I'm steering it into a new direction. I'm sorry if your going to give up on this fanfic, but I just have to get on with it, my own way..
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Hermione's POV
I audibly groaned. How could I have been so stupid and lock myself into HIS ROOM?? "HERMIONE!!" Draco yelled, banging his fists on the door. I sighed. There was no way I was relenting, unless he broke down the door clear off it's hinges, which was absolutely NOT my problem. "Hermione, c'mon I'm really sorry. I swear, I didn't mean it to happen on purpose. I really DO love you, you HAVE to believe me." He said in a softer tone. "Or at least let me in." He added, his voice muffled through the door.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't bury myself into his bed because it was HIS bed. I wanted to get out of here, but Draco was right outside the door, and he didn't sound very stable either. I heard him sigh. "Hermione, I really need to talk to you. Not to mention, that I really need my room for sleeping matters." He said desperately. I couldn't help but laugh silently at our ridiculous positions, although this wasn't exactly a joyful reunion. He seemed to realize that I wasn't breaking.
"Hermione, I can't talk to you through the door." He said. "Look, if you come out, I'll PROMISE not to touch you. I just need to talk to you.."
This room was really suffocating me. His clothes and personal belongings seemed to be closing in on me. There was only once choice. "You promise?" I asked through my sniffling.
"I swear." He responded. I tentatively opened the door and stepped out.
Draco's POV
I felt awful. Her face had red splotches on them and her eyes were red from crying. I wanted to envelop her into my arms and kiss her tears away, but I knew that was impossible. After all, I was the one who had provoked the tears in the first place. "Let's go down to the living room." I said softly. She followed me down and sat a next to me. I looked deeply into her chocolate coloured eyes and poured my heart and soul out to the girl I loved.
"I admit that I was a horrible idiotic bastard like jerk before." I think I saw her crack a slight smile. "I kissed Brittany, which has to be the worst decision I have ever made in my life." I continued. "But you have to realize, she isn't the one who knows about my past. She isn't the one who I sneak into her bed at night to be with. She doesn't know about my father. She isn't the one.. the person.. that I love." I ran a hand through my golden locks.
"You were the first person that ever really gave a damn about me, except for my mother. I really care about you. You changed the course of my life, Hermione! I made a horrible mistake before, and I know it's going to taint our relationship." I was still staring into the depths of her eyes. For some reason, neither of us had broken the stare.
"I know that I hurt you, and that you need time to recover.." I looked down for the first time. "..But, I was hoping that maybe you'll forgive me when this is done." I looked up again. "And maybe, we can be.. w-we can be.. friends?" I asked in more of a question than a statement. I braced myself for a 'no', but it never came. She sighed, a soft exhale. I cautiously took a glance into her brown eyes, still glittering from tears. She said, so low that it was almost impossible to hear, "ok." I was relieved and happy, but at the same time empty. So hollow, that it felt like I was an inflatable human.
Hermione's POV
I was a bit taken aback by his whole boldness about being friends. I looked into his clear, gray eyes and smiled so slight, that only I knew that I had lifted the corners of my mouth. I got up and wiped my eyes. I was about to walk upstairs into my room, but then Draco said, "Wait." I stopped and turned around. He was standing behind me. He looked like he was about to hug me, but instead took my hand and gave it a small squeeze. I didn't object at all, for some reason. Isn't it strange that less than five hours ago, I would've been snogging him to death, and now, we barely touched.
He let go and I ran upstairs into my room, not bothering to close my door. I collapsed onto my bead and let go of all my feelings and started sobbing myself into oblivion.
Draco's POV
It was dinnertime and I was worried about Hermione. I doubted that she was going to come down and cook, so I bought something from McDonald's. She hadn't come down all day, after we had talked, or should I say I talked. "Hermione?" I asked softly, as I poked my head into her open doorway. She was sleeping, hugging her pillow. Her tear stained face broke my heart. "Hermione." I called again, this time entering her room and touching her arm, trying to wake her up. She seemed to be in a deep, deep sleep. I sat down slowly onto her bed, not wanting to disturb her. Anyways, if she DID wake up, she would probably throw me out of her room and slammed the door in my face for invading her privacy. Then, she'd probably never trust me again.
I stroked her hair with the softest, gentlest touch I could manage. I don't know how I could stand never touching or holding her. I almost cried, myself. Finally, after ten more minutes of this, I stood up and left the meal on her nightstand. I closed the door gently behind me, not wanting to wake her up. I walked into the kitchen and flopped down defeated onto a barstool. I put my head in my hands. What had I done??
Hermione's POV
I was stirred awake by a car horn beeping. I looked up groggily to see a McDonald's paper bag sitting on my nightstand I picked it up and realized it was still warm. "Draco must've been here while I was sleeping." I realized. I had to give him some points for being so caring and thoughtful. A sudden ache and longing erupt inside of me. It wasn't until then, did I realize how much I missed him, although he had hurt me just as much.
A/N: There. Yes, I know. It was a short chapter. I promise the next one will be longer. And I'm sorry if you're giving up on my fanfic. To all you other reviewers, who thought this chapter was interesting, PLEASE REVIEW!
Okay, to respond.. You people want them to get back together right? To all you people who don't like the whole drama thing, you can walk away from this story. I've already figured out my own plot, and I can't tell you whether or not they'll get back together. (But honestly, do you think I would be THAT cruel?) This story needs a new change and I'm steering it into a new direction. I'm sorry if your going to give up on this fanfic, but I just have to get on with it, my own way..
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Hermione's POV
I audibly groaned. How could I have been so stupid and lock myself into HIS ROOM?? "HERMIONE!!" Draco yelled, banging his fists on the door. I sighed. There was no way I was relenting, unless he broke down the door clear off it's hinges, which was absolutely NOT my problem. "Hermione, c'mon I'm really sorry. I swear, I didn't mean it to happen on purpose. I really DO love you, you HAVE to believe me." He said in a softer tone. "Or at least let me in." He added, his voice muffled through the door.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't bury myself into his bed because it was HIS bed. I wanted to get out of here, but Draco was right outside the door, and he didn't sound very stable either. I heard him sigh. "Hermione, I really need to talk to you. Not to mention, that I really need my room for sleeping matters." He said desperately. I couldn't help but laugh silently at our ridiculous positions, although this wasn't exactly a joyful reunion. He seemed to realize that I wasn't breaking.
"Hermione, I can't talk to you through the door." He said. "Look, if you come out, I'll PROMISE not to touch you. I just need to talk to you.."
This room was really suffocating me. His clothes and personal belongings seemed to be closing in on me. There was only once choice. "You promise?" I asked through my sniffling.
"I swear." He responded. I tentatively opened the door and stepped out.
Draco's POV
I felt awful. Her face had red splotches on them and her eyes were red from crying. I wanted to envelop her into my arms and kiss her tears away, but I knew that was impossible. After all, I was the one who had provoked the tears in the first place. "Let's go down to the living room." I said softly. She followed me down and sat a next to me. I looked deeply into her chocolate coloured eyes and poured my heart and soul out to the girl I loved.
"I admit that I was a horrible idiotic bastard like jerk before." I think I saw her crack a slight smile. "I kissed Brittany, which has to be the worst decision I have ever made in my life." I continued. "But you have to realize, she isn't the one who knows about my past. She isn't the one who I sneak into her bed at night to be with. She doesn't know about my father. She isn't the one.. the person.. that I love." I ran a hand through my golden locks.
"You were the first person that ever really gave a damn about me, except for my mother. I really care about you. You changed the course of my life, Hermione! I made a horrible mistake before, and I know it's going to taint our relationship." I was still staring into the depths of her eyes. For some reason, neither of us had broken the stare.
"I know that I hurt you, and that you need time to recover.." I looked down for the first time. "..But, I was hoping that maybe you'll forgive me when this is done." I looked up again. "And maybe, we can be.. w-we can be.. friends?" I asked in more of a question than a statement. I braced myself for a 'no', but it never came. She sighed, a soft exhale. I cautiously took a glance into her brown eyes, still glittering from tears. She said, so low that it was almost impossible to hear, "ok." I was relieved and happy, but at the same time empty. So hollow, that it felt like I was an inflatable human.
Hermione's POV
I was a bit taken aback by his whole boldness about being friends. I looked into his clear, gray eyes and smiled so slight, that only I knew that I had lifted the corners of my mouth. I got up and wiped my eyes. I was about to walk upstairs into my room, but then Draco said, "Wait." I stopped and turned around. He was standing behind me. He looked like he was about to hug me, but instead took my hand and gave it a small squeeze. I didn't object at all, for some reason. Isn't it strange that less than five hours ago, I would've been snogging him to death, and now, we barely touched.
He let go and I ran upstairs into my room, not bothering to close my door. I collapsed onto my bead and let go of all my feelings and started sobbing myself into oblivion.
Draco's POV
It was dinnertime and I was worried about Hermione. I doubted that she was going to come down and cook, so I bought something from McDonald's. She hadn't come down all day, after we had talked, or should I say I talked. "Hermione?" I asked softly, as I poked my head into her open doorway. She was sleeping, hugging her pillow. Her tear stained face broke my heart. "Hermione." I called again, this time entering her room and touching her arm, trying to wake her up. She seemed to be in a deep, deep sleep. I sat down slowly onto her bed, not wanting to disturb her. Anyways, if she DID wake up, she would probably throw me out of her room and slammed the door in my face for invading her privacy. Then, she'd probably never trust me again.
I stroked her hair with the softest, gentlest touch I could manage. I don't know how I could stand never touching or holding her. I almost cried, myself. Finally, after ten more minutes of this, I stood up and left the meal on her nightstand. I closed the door gently behind me, not wanting to wake her up. I walked into the kitchen and flopped down defeated onto a barstool. I put my head in my hands. What had I done??
Hermione's POV
I was stirred awake by a car horn beeping. I looked up groggily to see a McDonald's paper bag sitting on my nightstand I picked it up and realized it was still warm. "Draco must've been here while I was sleeping." I realized. I had to give him some points for being so caring and thoughtful. A sudden ache and longing erupt inside of me. It wasn't until then, did I realize how much I missed him, although he had hurt me just as much.
A/N: There. Yes, I know. It was a short chapter. I promise the next one will be longer. And I'm sorry if you're giving up on my fanfic. To all you other reviewers, who thought this chapter was interesting, PLEASE REVIEW!