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"That's true," Harry agreed. "You could loose Draco. But if he left you that would mean he never really liked you."
Hermione laughed. "You have a point, Harry. What's the plan of action?"
"I don't know!" Harry confessed sheepishly. "I thought you were the smart one."
Hermione thought for a few moments, trying to summon an idea. Suddenly, she began to grin.
"I have an idea! Mind you, if it doesn't work..." she said, looking sad. "Anyway, I'm going to tell Draco it won't work between us. If he still pursues me, I think that will show that he likes me."
Harry smiled. "That's a great idea, Hermione!"
"Oh Harry, do me a favor. Call me 'Mione."
*
Hermione took a deep breath and the smell of fresh pancakes, crispy bacon, and orange juice filled her nose. She was standing a few feet away from Draco who was looking very sullen.
"Draco?" she asked, approaching him cautiously. He seemed pretty angry yesterday (after the fight) and she wasn't sure if he was still mad.
"'Mione?!" he said, jumping up and spilling his orange juice. His face flushed as he grabbed Goyle's robe to soak up the mess. "What are you doing here?"
"I need to talk to you," Hermione whispered urgently. She tried to not look worried but wasn't succeeding. What if Draco didn't really like her.?
"About what?" Draco said nervously.
"About us," Hermione replied, looking thoroughly depressed. She was beginning to think that this was all a mistake.
Draco's face suddenly turned stony. He led her expressionlessly out of the Great Hall and into a dark, unused corridor.
"What about us?" he asked anxiously. This was NOT the time for Hermione to stop liking him. The last thing he wanted to do was tell everyone that Pansy was his girlfriend.
"It won't work, Draco," Hermione whispered softly. "We're too different."
"But - but," Draco stuttered. "We have such a good time together..."
"I know," Hermione said quietly. "But trust me, it won't work. I'm really sorry..."
Draco looked at her, stunned. She had tears in her friendly brown eyes, and her face was turning pink.
"Can't we just try -," Draco said.
"It won't work Malfoy!" Hermione interrupted, the tears freely flowing (this is an act if you guys didn't catch on).
What is this emotion I'm feeling? Draco asked himself. Is it possible I'm sad?
"I didn't mean for it to end this way," Hermione whispered sadly. "But it is for the best."
Draco reached out to hug her, wanting to hold her tight and never release her, but Hermione was already disappearing down the hall.
"Hermione?" Harry asked, concerned. He had followed the two out of the Great Hall and had witnessed the whole scene. Although it was only an act, Hermione was crying. For real.
"I know it was fake," she sniffed, wiping tears from her eyes. "But it felt so real."
She leaned on Harry's shoulder and cried there for a long time. Harry awkwardly patted her back, trying to make her feel better. He could feel her fallen tears soaking through his shirt, and he wished he had never though of this idea.
"Come on Hermione," Harry said soothingly. "Let's go back to the common room."
"No," Hermione whimpered. "You go on without me."
Harry sighed, exasperated. "I really think you should come, 'Mione," he said, using her nickname. "It's not going to do any good waiting out here."
"But -," she said, trying to object.
"No," Harry said firmly. "You are coming back to the common room and that's that. No ifs, ands, or buts."
"Fine," Hermione said depressed. "I'll go back to the common room with you."
Harry grabbed her shoulders and steered her inside. They then walked side by side, Hermione having to take bigger steps to keep up with Harry.
"Do you think he'll come after me?" she asked.
"I don't know," Harry confessed, hoping deep down that Malfoy wouldn't try and get Hermione.
Harry glanced over and saw Hermione's eyes fill with tears. "He'll come. I think he will," he assured her, not wanting Hermione to cry anymore.
*
"Robustus," Harry said to the Fat Lady. He and Hermione stepped through the portrait and were greeted by Ron.
"Harry!" Ron shouted, not seeing Hermione behind him. "You won't guess what I just heard from Lavender! Draco and Hermione broke up."
Hermione stepped out from behind Harry, wearing a frown. "My, my, word does travel rather quickly. But I didn't think you were one to gossip, Ron."
"I just heard it," he admitted sheepishly. "It's not like I go talking about you to Lavender and the others."
"Seems like something you'd do," Hermione said sharply.
"You know that's not true!" Ron shouted.
"You're a different person now, Ron."
Ron looked sort of sad, and then collected himself. "So it's true then? What Lavender said? You are Draco broke up?"
"That is none of your business," Hermione said breezily. Harry shoot her a meaningful look, and Hermione decided it would be best to tell Ron what was happening.
"I'm just testing Draco," she told Ron stiffly. "To see if he really lov - likes me."
"Oh," Ron said, his smile turning into a frown. "I see."
"I'm really sorry Ron."
"That's ok, Hermione," Ron whispered softly. "You know how I feel about you, so if it doesn't work between Malfoy..."
"Oh Ron!" Hermione wailed. "I wish it was possible, but I don't feel the same towards you."
Harry looked at his best friend. He had never seen Ron so depressed before.
"At least," Hermione added thoughtfully. "I don't think I feel the same. I'm so confused! What will everyone think, Draco and I being together? What will his father think?! He'll KILL me. I'm afraid that everyone will turn against me." Tears formed in her eyes and she turned away.
Harry hugged her, and Ron reluctantly joined in the embrace. "We won't turn against you!" Harry said, his voice thick with emotion. "We'll always be here for you 'Mione." Ron nodded his head in agreement.
"Thanks," she said quietly, wiping the tears from her eyes. "It's just, everything is happening so fast and I'm so confused." She paused, then continued. "I'm worried that Draco won't come back for me."
"He will!" Ron forced himself to say. "He'd be mental if he stopped seeing a wonderful girl like you."
Hermione smiled shakily at Ron, and then kissed him on the cheek. Ron blushed, smiling like mad. He kept putting his hand back to his cheek, as if he was replaying the kiss over and over in his mind.
"My gosh!" Hermione gasped. "I haven't even started on my homework!" She rushed over to a deep red couch where her bookbag lay. She grabbed it, stuffed some books in it, and with a cheery wave, disappeared out of the common room.
"A few minutes ago she was crying her eyes out, and now she's studying," Harry said, shaking his head in amazement.
"Mental, that one," Ron said, grinning.
*
Hermione sat in the library, tapping her quill on the table. Studying was impossible; she was too busy thinking about Draco. She hadn't seen him since breakfast and she was worried he wouldn't come after her. Sure, they kissed, but he kissed a lot of girls and broke up with every single one of them. Was this how it was going to end? Faking a breakup and then truly breaking up?
"'Mione?" a voice whispered seductively. Draco Malfoy came into view, wearing a look of concern.
Hermione's heart fluttered. He came, she thought to herself jubilantly, he came back for me!
"Draco," Hermione responded, trying a hide a grin. "What are you doing here?"
"To ask you why we broke up."
"I thought it was obvious."
"It wasn't."
"What's there to ask? We broke up."
"Why?"
"Because."
"I need a better reason than that!" Draco shouted.
"Because I love you," Hermione said, tears glistening in her eyes.
Hermione had said it. The words that had been eating her inside and out every since they first kissed. She loved him.
She said it! Draco thought to himself. He won the bet, and now he'd have to break up with her.
Draco suddenly felt like he had swallowed an ice cube. He felt shivery, remembering what he had to do. Hermione would have her heart broken, all because of a stupid bet.
Hermione was looking at him, waiting for a reply. She waited to her the words she had been longing for, the simple "I love you." But they never came.
Draco took three swift steps and backed Hermione against the wall. He kissed her, feeling the heat rising off her body. Both of them enjoyed the kiss and Draco regretted it when it ended.
Hermione gently pushed Draco away. Now was her chance. Ask him! Hermione shouted to herself.
"Do you love me?" she whispered softly.
Silence. Hermione wasn't sure Draco was even breathing. She heard students shouting in the corridors, all heading to the Great Hall for dinner.
"Answer the question, Draco!" Hermione pleaded quietly.
Draco looked into her eyes, the eyes of a girl that meant so much to him. Was it love? Did he love her? No, he thought to himself, I don't love her. I cannot love her. I will not love her.
"I don't."
"Don't what?!" Hermione questioned, her voice rising with anxiety. "You don't what?"
"Love you," Draco said simply.
Hermione leaned against the wall. She shut her eyes, holding back the river of tears that were trying to escape. Inside, her heart was being torn in half. He didn't love her.
"Why?" was all Hermione could get out. "Why don't you love me?"
"I love no one. I cannot love. It is impossible."
"I can't love anymore, either."
Draco looked at her, confused. "Why not?"
"Because my heart belongs to you."
A/N: WAHH! *stabs Draco* EVIL! Why don't you love Hermione?! Anyway, I'm trying to think of what is going to happen next. PLEASE give me some ideas. Unless you guys come up with some good ideas this fic will be ending soon. I'm thinking of writing another one once this story is completed. It will either be a Draco/Hermione or Draco/Ginny. And it's going to be sad. At least I'm going to try and make it sad :(
"That's true," Harry agreed. "You could loose Draco. But if he left you that would mean he never really liked you."
Hermione laughed. "You have a point, Harry. What's the plan of action?"
"I don't know!" Harry confessed sheepishly. "I thought you were the smart one."
Hermione thought for a few moments, trying to summon an idea. Suddenly, she began to grin.
"I have an idea! Mind you, if it doesn't work..." she said, looking sad. "Anyway, I'm going to tell Draco it won't work between us. If he still pursues me, I think that will show that he likes me."
Harry smiled. "That's a great idea, Hermione!"
"Oh Harry, do me a favor. Call me 'Mione."
*
Hermione took a deep breath and the smell of fresh pancakes, crispy bacon, and orange juice filled her nose. She was standing a few feet away from Draco who was looking very sullen.
"Draco?" she asked, approaching him cautiously. He seemed pretty angry yesterday (after the fight) and she wasn't sure if he was still mad.
"'Mione?!" he said, jumping up and spilling his orange juice. His face flushed as he grabbed Goyle's robe to soak up the mess. "What are you doing here?"
"I need to talk to you," Hermione whispered urgently. She tried to not look worried but wasn't succeeding. What if Draco didn't really like her.?
"About what?" Draco said nervously.
"About us," Hermione replied, looking thoroughly depressed. She was beginning to think that this was all a mistake.
Draco's face suddenly turned stony. He led her expressionlessly out of the Great Hall and into a dark, unused corridor.
"What about us?" he asked anxiously. This was NOT the time for Hermione to stop liking him. The last thing he wanted to do was tell everyone that Pansy was his girlfriend.
"It won't work, Draco," Hermione whispered softly. "We're too different."
"But - but," Draco stuttered. "We have such a good time together..."
"I know," Hermione said quietly. "But trust me, it won't work. I'm really sorry..."
Draco looked at her, stunned. She had tears in her friendly brown eyes, and her face was turning pink.
"Can't we just try -," Draco said.
"It won't work Malfoy!" Hermione interrupted, the tears freely flowing (this is an act if you guys didn't catch on).
What is this emotion I'm feeling? Draco asked himself. Is it possible I'm sad?
"I didn't mean for it to end this way," Hermione whispered sadly. "But it is for the best."
Draco reached out to hug her, wanting to hold her tight and never release her, but Hermione was already disappearing down the hall.
"Hermione?" Harry asked, concerned. He had followed the two out of the Great Hall and had witnessed the whole scene. Although it was only an act, Hermione was crying. For real.
"I know it was fake," she sniffed, wiping tears from her eyes. "But it felt so real."
She leaned on Harry's shoulder and cried there for a long time. Harry awkwardly patted her back, trying to make her feel better. He could feel her fallen tears soaking through his shirt, and he wished he had never though of this idea.
"Come on Hermione," Harry said soothingly. "Let's go back to the common room."
"No," Hermione whimpered. "You go on without me."
Harry sighed, exasperated. "I really think you should come, 'Mione," he said, using her nickname. "It's not going to do any good waiting out here."
"But -," she said, trying to object.
"No," Harry said firmly. "You are coming back to the common room and that's that. No ifs, ands, or buts."
"Fine," Hermione said depressed. "I'll go back to the common room with you."
Harry grabbed her shoulders and steered her inside. They then walked side by side, Hermione having to take bigger steps to keep up with Harry.
"Do you think he'll come after me?" she asked.
"I don't know," Harry confessed, hoping deep down that Malfoy wouldn't try and get Hermione.
Harry glanced over and saw Hermione's eyes fill with tears. "He'll come. I think he will," he assured her, not wanting Hermione to cry anymore.
*
"Robustus," Harry said to the Fat Lady. He and Hermione stepped through the portrait and were greeted by Ron.
"Harry!" Ron shouted, not seeing Hermione behind him. "You won't guess what I just heard from Lavender! Draco and Hermione broke up."
Hermione stepped out from behind Harry, wearing a frown. "My, my, word does travel rather quickly. But I didn't think you were one to gossip, Ron."
"I just heard it," he admitted sheepishly. "It's not like I go talking about you to Lavender and the others."
"Seems like something you'd do," Hermione said sharply.
"You know that's not true!" Ron shouted.
"You're a different person now, Ron."
Ron looked sort of sad, and then collected himself. "So it's true then? What Lavender said? You are Draco broke up?"
"That is none of your business," Hermione said breezily. Harry shoot her a meaningful look, and Hermione decided it would be best to tell Ron what was happening.
"I'm just testing Draco," she told Ron stiffly. "To see if he really lov - likes me."
"Oh," Ron said, his smile turning into a frown. "I see."
"I'm really sorry Ron."
"That's ok, Hermione," Ron whispered softly. "You know how I feel about you, so if it doesn't work between Malfoy..."
"Oh Ron!" Hermione wailed. "I wish it was possible, but I don't feel the same towards you."
Harry looked at his best friend. He had never seen Ron so depressed before.
"At least," Hermione added thoughtfully. "I don't think I feel the same. I'm so confused! What will everyone think, Draco and I being together? What will his father think?! He'll KILL me. I'm afraid that everyone will turn against me." Tears formed in her eyes and she turned away.
Harry hugged her, and Ron reluctantly joined in the embrace. "We won't turn against you!" Harry said, his voice thick with emotion. "We'll always be here for you 'Mione." Ron nodded his head in agreement.
"Thanks," she said quietly, wiping the tears from her eyes. "It's just, everything is happening so fast and I'm so confused." She paused, then continued. "I'm worried that Draco won't come back for me."
"He will!" Ron forced himself to say. "He'd be mental if he stopped seeing a wonderful girl like you."
Hermione smiled shakily at Ron, and then kissed him on the cheek. Ron blushed, smiling like mad. He kept putting his hand back to his cheek, as if he was replaying the kiss over and over in his mind.
"My gosh!" Hermione gasped. "I haven't even started on my homework!" She rushed over to a deep red couch where her bookbag lay. She grabbed it, stuffed some books in it, and with a cheery wave, disappeared out of the common room.
"A few minutes ago she was crying her eyes out, and now she's studying," Harry said, shaking his head in amazement.
"Mental, that one," Ron said, grinning.
*
Hermione sat in the library, tapping her quill on the table. Studying was impossible; she was too busy thinking about Draco. She hadn't seen him since breakfast and she was worried he wouldn't come after her. Sure, they kissed, but he kissed a lot of girls and broke up with every single one of them. Was this how it was going to end? Faking a breakup and then truly breaking up?
"'Mione?" a voice whispered seductively. Draco Malfoy came into view, wearing a look of concern.
Hermione's heart fluttered. He came, she thought to herself jubilantly, he came back for me!
"Draco," Hermione responded, trying a hide a grin. "What are you doing here?"
"To ask you why we broke up."
"I thought it was obvious."
"It wasn't."
"What's there to ask? We broke up."
"Why?"
"Because."
"I need a better reason than that!" Draco shouted.
"Because I love you," Hermione said, tears glistening in her eyes.
Hermione had said it. The words that had been eating her inside and out every since they first kissed. She loved him.
She said it! Draco thought to himself. He won the bet, and now he'd have to break up with her.
Draco suddenly felt like he had swallowed an ice cube. He felt shivery, remembering what he had to do. Hermione would have her heart broken, all because of a stupid bet.
Hermione was looking at him, waiting for a reply. She waited to her the words she had been longing for, the simple "I love you." But they never came.
Draco took three swift steps and backed Hermione against the wall. He kissed her, feeling the heat rising off her body. Both of them enjoyed the kiss and Draco regretted it when it ended.
Hermione gently pushed Draco away. Now was her chance. Ask him! Hermione shouted to herself.
"Do you love me?" she whispered softly.
Silence. Hermione wasn't sure Draco was even breathing. She heard students shouting in the corridors, all heading to the Great Hall for dinner.
"Answer the question, Draco!" Hermione pleaded quietly.
Draco looked into her eyes, the eyes of a girl that meant so much to him. Was it love? Did he love her? No, he thought to himself, I don't love her. I cannot love her. I will not love her.
"I don't."
"Don't what?!" Hermione questioned, her voice rising with anxiety. "You don't what?"
"Love you," Draco said simply.
Hermione leaned against the wall. She shut her eyes, holding back the river of tears that were trying to escape. Inside, her heart was being torn in half. He didn't love her.
"Why?" was all Hermione could get out. "Why don't you love me?"
"I love no one. I cannot love. It is impossible."
"I can't love anymore, either."
Draco looked at her, confused. "Why not?"
"Because my heart belongs to you."
A/N: WAHH! *stabs Draco* EVIL! Why don't you love Hermione?! Anyway, I'm trying to think of what is going to happen next. PLEASE give me some ideas. Unless you guys come up with some good ideas this fic will be ending soon. I'm thinking of writing another one once this story is completed. It will either be a Draco/Hermione or Draco/Ginny. And it's going to be sad. At least I'm going to try and make it sad :(