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Draco stepped back, stunned. Someone loved him? This girl, a girl he hated for six years, said her heart belonged to him?
"'Mione," Draco whispered weakly. "We don't need love to stay together."
Hermione glared at him, disgusted. "I want more than just a physical relationship. I want someone that will talk to me, help me, understand me - "
"I can do all of that," Draco interrupted.
"And love me," Hermione said, knowing it hurt Draco to say that.
"But," Draco protested. "I really like you. Doesn't that count for anything?"
"Like is nothing compared to love."
Draco placed his lips on hers, trying to show her why they should stay together. She struggled and tried to push him away, but he was too strong. Hermione was enjoying it, but it wasn't right. Tears streamed down her face, while she stood as stiff as a broom against the wall.
"See? See why we should stay together?" Draco whispered.
"I see that you are a slimy git!" Hermione shouted, squeezing out of his arms. She ran towards the door, then turned back, her face like stone.
"I'll see you later Malfoy," she hissed.
*
"It happened."
Harry and Ron turned towards Hermione, ignoring their game of wizard chess.
"What happened?" Harry questioned.
"Draco and I..."
Ron paled, as did Harry. Ron gripped the arms of his chair anxiously and Harry tried to make a joke out of the situation.
"Well, you don't look very happy about it. Malfoy - err - wasn't very good at it?"
Hermione looked puzzled, then her eyebrows buckled into a frown. "NOT THAT!"
"Oh!" Harry said, smiling. Ron leaned back in his seat, breathing hard. The color was beginning to come back to his face and he looked a lot happier.
"We broke up," Hermione whispered softly.
"What happened?" Harry and Ron inquired gently.
Hermione let a few tears escape and then she bit the inside of her mouth to keep from crying anymore. She remained looking at the floor, and could taste the blood in her mouth.
"I told him that I loved him."
Ron gaped, his mouth hanging open. Hermione was in love?!
"What did he say back?" Harry asked.
"He said - he said..." Hermione tried to say but couldn't get the words out. She turned away, ashamed at how much she had been crying lately.
"He said he didn't love you?"
"Yes."
Ron jumped up looking incredibly angry. "I can't BELIEVE Malfoy. He leads Hermione on, acting like he loves her, and then he says he doesn't love her. WHAT KIND OF PERSON IS HE?!"
"He's my kind of person," Hermione sniffed. "But he doesn't love me in return."
Ron lowered himself back into his seat watching Hermione wearily. He hated seeing her so sad, so depressed, but there was nothing he could do to make her feel any better.
"I just hope," Hermione said bitterly. "That Malfoy finds the perfect person for him. Someone who doesn't want love, and someone who doesn't need love."
Harry patted Hermione's shoulder. "You'll be ok 'Mione. I think you'll be better off without Draco." Ron nodded his head in agreement.
"Do you know?" Hermione screeched. "I don't think I'll be better off without him. I LOVED HIM. Can't you two understand that?!"
"I understand," Ron answered quietly. "I know how it feels to love someone with all your heart and they don't return the feelings."
Hermione blushed, ashamed at herself. She was complaining about Malfoy not returning her love when she wasn't exactly giving any love to Ron.
"Ron," Hermione said, trying to explain. "I didn't mean it like that! What I meant was -"
"You don't have to explain," Ron said quickly. "I didn't mean anything by it, I just - you see, I - well, I've always - err - liked you and it's sort of sad that you don't like me the same way."
"Oh Ron!" Hermione cried. "I know how it feels now...and I'm so sorry. I should have paid more attention to your feelings but instead I just became caught up in my own."
"It's ok." Ron shrugged. "You can't force yourself to like me."
"But the thing is," Hermione wailed. "I DO like you. More than a friend. I'm just so confused."
"Calm down Hermione," Harry said soothingly. "You've had a tough day."
"You have no idea," she said, collapsing onto a blood-red couch. "This is probably the worst day of my life."
Harry and Ron looked at each other, not knowing how to comfort her. She was obviously distraught and there was nothing either of them could do.
"The funny thing is," Hermione said, her voice cracking. "Is I finally find someone I love, and it turns out they aren't the one. Now I'm afraid I'll never find the one that's meant for me." She started to cry, her shoulders shaking. She buried her face in her hands, rivers of tears flowing down her face.
Harry hugged Hermione, as did Ron. Their faces showed concern but in the inside they were burning with anger. Malfoy was going to pay, and they weren't talking money.
"Well," Ron said tentatively. "I'm going to dinner. Anyone want to come? I think it's the good potatoes day..."
"I'm coming," Hermione sniffed. "It'll get my mind off..." she didn't continue but both boys knew what she was going to say.
*
She didn't even look at him. Hermione could tell that Draco had been watching her every step since she arrived in the Great Hall. She knew that he wanted her, and that it tore his heart knowing they couldn't see each.
He started at her. Draco couldn't help it, his eyes followed Hermione all throughout dinner. He didn't love her, that was true, but he had won the bet. Pansy was his slave (I would say 'maid' but they are usually paid...) and he didn't have to tell anyone about the bet. If that was all that mattes why did he feel so empty?
Ron glared at Malfoy all throughout dinner. He was so angry at him, so peeved at what he did to Hermione. But, he also felt...happy. He had a chance. It didn't matter that Hermione liked Malfoy more, it mattered that they were no longer together.
Harry stabbed his potato, thinking. He was worried about Hermione and Ron. Now that Hermione didn't have anyone to love, would she just drop back to Ron? And would Ron be ok knowing that she would always love Malfoy more?
The trio sat deep in thought, occasionally eating a bite of steak or potato. After they finished eating, they rose from their seats and ambled out into the hallway.
Hermione saw Malfoy approaching and an idea came to mind. "Ron!" she shouted.
"Yeah?" Ron answered, turning around.
"Will you go out with me?"
Draco stopped dead in his tracks. Were his ears deceiving him? Did he just hear 'Mione ask Weasley OUT?
"What?" Ron sputtered, his ears turning a fiery red.
"I was wondering if you'd like to go out. Be boyfriend and girlfriend," Hermione replied calmly.
Ron shook his head, thinking he hadn't heard right. "Did you just ask me out?"
"That's right."
"Why?"
"Because," Hermione said, shooting Draco a glowering glare. He stepped back, his face full of rage...or was it sadness? Could Draco Malfoy actually be sad?
"Because why?" Ron was stunned, not to mention confused. Was she doing this just to get back at Malfoy? Or did she really like him?
"Because I like you Ron," she said simply.
"I like you too."
"Then will you go out with me?"
"Sure! I mean, if you want to," Ron stuttered.
Hermione smiled and linked her arm around Ron's. She snuggled close to them, and as she passed Draco she put her nose in the air and walked by without saying a word.
Harry remained behind, reviewing the events in his mind. What was Hermione up to?
"Why is she doing this?!" Draco hissed. He was glaring at Harry as if it was his fault.
"Why don't you ask her?" Harry said coldly.
Draco walked forward and shoved Harry backwards. "BECAUSE SHE WON'T LISTEN TO ME."
"Know why?" Harry said, his eyes blazing. "Because you don't love her."
Draco lunged forward but Harry was too fast. He jumped to the side avoiding Draco's attack.
"Yeah, that's right!" Harry said smirking. "You don't love her. Guess that black heart of yours can't love. So you let the girl of your dreams get away because you couldn't say three stupid words!"
"Just wait, Potter!" Draco snapped. "If Hermione isn't with me she won't be with anyone!"
A/N: This story is getting better and better! At least I think so. I decided to cut this chapter short, I don't think it's as long as the previous one. I may not be able to post another chapter for awhile, my computer is getting redone. I have no idea where this story is going but I am open for any ideas/suggestions. And if you would like me to write another fanfic, please review telling me which couple you'd like to see together and give me a storyline. Keep reviewing! 3
Draco stepped back, stunned. Someone loved him? This girl, a girl he hated for six years, said her heart belonged to him?
"'Mione," Draco whispered weakly. "We don't need love to stay together."
Hermione glared at him, disgusted. "I want more than just a physical relationship. I want someone that will talk to me, help me, understand me - "
"I can do all of that," Draco interrupted.
"And love me," Hermione said, knowing it hurt Draco to say that.
"But," Draco protested. "I really like you. Doesn't that count for anything?"
"Like is nothing compared to love."
Draco placed his lips on hers, trying to show her why they should stay together. She struggled and tried to push him away, but he was too strong. Hermione was enjoying it, but it wasn't right. Tears streamed down her face, while she stood as stiff as a broom against the wall.
"See? See why we should stay together?" Draco whispered.
"I see that you are a slimy git!" Hermione shouted, squeezing out of his arms. She ran towards the door, then turned back, her face like stone.
"I'll see you later Malfoy," she hissed.
*
"It happened."
Harry and Ron turned towards Hermione, ignoring their game of wizard chess.
"What happened?" Harry questioned.
"Draco and I..."
Ron paled, as did Harry. Ron gripped the arms of his chair anxiously and Harry tried to make a joke out of the situation.
"Well, you don't look very happy about it. Malfoy - err - wasn't very good at it?"
Hermione looked puzzled, then her eyebrows buckled into a frown. "NOT THAT!"
"Oh!" Harry said, smiling. Ron leaned back in his seat, breathing hard. The color was beginning to come back to his face and he looked a lot happier.
"We broke up," Hermione whispered softly.
"What happened?" Harry and Ron inquired gently.
Hermione let a few tears escape and then she bit the inside of her mouth to keep from crying anymore. She remained looking at the floor, and could taste the blood in her mouth.
"I told him that I loved him."
Ron gaped, his mouth hanging open. Hermione was in love?!
"What did he say back?" Harry asked.
"He said - he said..." Hermione tried to say but couldn't get the words out. She turned away, ashamed at how much she had been crying lately.
"He said he didn't love you?"
"Yes."
Ron jumped up looking incredibly angry. "I can't BELIEVE Malfoy. He leads Hermione on, acting like he loves her, and then he says he doesn't love her. WHAT KIND OF PERSON IS HE?!"
"He's my kind of person," Hermione sniffed. "But he doesn't love me in return."
Ron lowered himself back into his seat watching Hermione wearily. He hated seeing her so sad, so depressed, but there was nothing he could do to make her feel any better.
"I just hope," Hermione said bitterly. "That Malfoy finds the perfect person for him. Someone who doesn't want love, and someone who doesn't need love."
Harry patted Hermione's shoulder. "You'll be ok 'Mione. I think you'll be better off without Draco." Ron nodded his head in agreement.
"Do you know?" Hermione screeched. "I don't think I'll be better off without him. I LOVED HIM. Can't you two understand that?!"
"I understand," Ron answered quietly. "I know how it feels to love someone with all your heart and they don't return the feelings."
Hermione blushed, ashamed at herself. She was complaining about Malfoy not returning her love when she wasn't exactly giving any love to Ron.
"Ron," Hermione said, trying to explain. "I didn't mean it like that! What I meant was -"
"You don't have to explain," Ron said quickly. "I didn't mean anything by it, I just - you see, I - well, I've always - err - liked you and it's sort of sad that you don't like me the same way."
"Oh Ron!" Hermione cried. "I know how it feels now...and I'm so sorry. I should have paid more attention to your feelings but instead I just became caught up in my own."
"It's ok." Ron shrugged. "You can't force yourself to like me."
"But the thing is," Hermione wailed. "I DO like you. More than a friend. I'm just so confused."
"Calm down Hermione," Harry said soothingly. "You've had a tough day."
"You have no idea," she said, collapsing onto a blood-red couch. "This is probably the worst day of my life."
Harry and Ron looked at each other, not knowing how to comfort her. She was obviously distraught and there was nothing either of them could do.
"The funny thing is," Hermione said, her voice cracking. "Is I finally find someone I love, and it turns out they aren't the one. Now I'm afraid I'll never find the one that's meant for me." She started to cry, her shoulders shaking. She buried her face in her hands, rivers of tears flowing down her face.
Harry hugged Hermione, as did Ron. Their faces showed concern but in the inside they were burning with anger. Malfoy was going to pay, and they weren't talking money.
"Well," Ron said tentatively. "I'm going to dinner. Anyone want to come? I think it's the good potatoes day..."
"I'm coming," Hermione sniffed. "It'll get my mind off..." she didn't continue but both boys knew what she was going to say.
*
She didn't even look at him. Hermione could tell that Draco had been watching her every step since she arrived in the Great Hall. She knew that he wanted her, and that it tore his heart knowing they couldn't see each.
He started at her. Draco couldn't help it, his eyes followed Hermione all throughout dinner. He didn't love her, that was true, but he had won the bet. Pansy was his slave (I would say 'maid' but they are usually paid...) and he didn't have to tell anyone about the bet. If that was all that mattes why did he feel so empty?
Ron glared at Malfoy all throughout dinner. He was so angry at him, so peeved at what he did to Hermione. But, he also felt...happy. He had a chance. It didn't matter that Hermione liked Malfoy more, it mattered that they were no longer together.
Harry stabbed his potato, thinking. He was worried about Hermione and Ron. Now that Hermione didn't have anyone to love, would she just drop back to Ron? And would Ron be ok knowing that she would always love Malfoy more?
The trio sat deep in thought, occasionally eating a bite of steak or potato. After they finished eating, they rose from their seats and ambled out into the hallway.
Hermione saw Malfoy approaching and an idea came to mind. "Ron!" she shouted.
"Yeah?" Ron answered, turning around.
"Will you go out with me?"
Draco stopped dead in his tracks. Were his ears deceiving him? Did he just hear 'Mione ask Weasley OUT?
"What?" Ron sputtered, his ears turning a fiery red.
"I was wondering if you'd like to go out. Be boyfriend and girlfriend," Hermione replied calmly.
Ron shook his head, thinking he hadn't heard right. "Did you just ask me out?"
"That's right."
"Why?"
"Because," Hermione said, shooting Draco a glowering glare. He stepped back, his face full of rage...or was it sadness? Could Draco Malfoy actually be sad?
"Because why?" Ron was stunned, not to mention confused. Was she doing this just to get back at Malfoy? Or did she really like him?
"Because I like you Ron," she said simply.
"I like you too."
"Then will you go out with me?"
"Sure! I mean, if you want to," Ron stuttered.
Hermione smiled and linked her arm around Ron's. She snuggled close to them, and as she passed Draco she put her nose in the air and walked by without saying a word.
Harry remained behind, reviewing the events in his mind. What was Hermione up to?
"Why is she doing this?!" Draco hissed. He was glaring at Harry as if it was his fault.
"Why don't you ask her?" Harry said coldly.
Draco walked forward and shoved Harry backwards. "BECAUSE SHE WON'T LISTEN TO ME."
"Know why?" Harry said, his eyes blazing. "Because you don't love her."
Draco lunged forward but Harry was too fast. He jumped to the side avoiding Draco's attack.
"Yeah, that's right!" Harry said smirking. "You don't love her. Guess that black heart of yours can't love. So you let the girl of your dreams get away because you couldn't say three stupid words!"
"Just wait, Potter!" Draco snapped. "If Hermione isn't with me she won't be with anyone!"
A/N: This story is getting better and better! At least I think so. I decided to cut this chapter short, I don't think it's as long as the previous one. I may not be able to post another chapter for awhile, my computer is getting redone. I have no idea where this story is going but I am open for any ideas/suggestions. And if you would like me to write another fanfic, please review telling me which couple you'd like to see together and give me a storyline. Keep reviewing! 3