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Chapter eight: High and mighty
Hermione left the library shortly before curfew started that night. She slowly walked through the many deserted hallways and up many steps of moving staircases. She dreaded going back to the common room and having to spend time with Draco.
'I can't believe we almost kissed.' she thought to herself. 'Get over it, you know you wanted to.' Her mind replied back to her. 'I will not get over it, that would have probably been the most tasteless thing I could ever do in my life.' 'Don't you mean most tasteful?' 'No I do not, Malfoy's bad, very bad.' 'And you want him really bad.' 'Shut up.'
She reached the portrait of the little girl and stopped before going into the common room. The little girl looked at Hermione with interest ad confusion.
"Are you not going into your room?" The little girl from the portrait asked in a calm and angelic voice.
"I don't know yet, maybe." Hermione said deep in thought. 'I wonder if he's in there.' 'Well, he does live there.' 'I know, but I don't want to talk to him.' 'You can't avoid him forever.' "White Rose."
Hermione walked into the common room and noticed it was empty. "I guess he's not here." She said out loud in relief.
"Who's not here?" Draco stated questionably coming out from behind a bookshelf. "You weren't speaking of little old me were you?" He ended with the smug sneer planted on his face.
"Of course I was speaking of you Malfoy, who else lives here?" Hermione said slumping into the couch.
"What's the matter Granger, bad day?" Draco said as he walked and sat in the chair near her.
"It's been a bad day since the day I met you Malfoy." Hermione said in a matter of fact voice. "Everything about you makes it a bad day."
Draco grew quiet for a moment pondering her statement. 'I can't be that bad, can I?' 'You have always been that bad to her.' "What did I do wrong?" He finally said not knowing what else to say.
"What do you think you did wrong?"
"Nothing at the moment, I know that for sure."
"Malfoy look, you have always been this incredible jerk to everyone that's not like you. I'm a mudblood, Ron's poor, and Harry's famous, and all you have ever done is been mean to us." Hermione said looking at him through her long lashes. "Malfoy, you think you're so high and mighty, when you're really not. And right now I don't want to have to deal with your bullshit, so I'm going to sleep."
With that Hermione got up and walked into her bedroom. She sat down on her bed and thought about everything that's been happening. "The first day of school hasn't even ended and look what's happened already."
Hermione walked to her closet and picked out her pajamas she was going to wear. Baby pink pajama bottoms with a small white tank. She changed her clothes and curled up under her warm heavy covers. She fell asleep pondering her situation with Draco and what she was going to do about it.
Still siting in the chair was Draco Malfoy. He had no idea how to respond to that. He was realizing she was right. 'I have always been mean to them, but who says they didn't deserve it?' 'Them, that's who.' He kept thinking about what she said. 'Why should I care. I have never been friends with her, and I never want to be.' 'Are you absolutely positive about that?' 'No.'
Draco then started thinking about his life. He never had a bad childhood, it just wasn't a happy one. His earliest memory was waking up one morning and finding his father Lucius (A/N: Is that how you spell it, I can't check because the books are at my dad's house.) Malfoy passed out from the night before on the living room rug. That had always effected Draco. That one incident started many others that made Draco lose respect for his father.
Draco thought back to other memories that were also important, but the ones he wished he could forget. All the times his father has been cruel, all the times his mother simple forgot he existed, and all those times he had to be near the Dark Lord. He didn't know what to think about them. He wanted power, that he knew for sure. He didn't know what kind of power he wanted and he wasn't sure if he wanted it from him. His father had already decided his future from birth. All Draco knew was that someday, like his father, he would have to knell before the Dark Lord.
He slowly got up from the chair and looked at Hermione's door. He still didn't know what to think of her. To him she was intelligent, loyal, and passionate. But he also knew she was beautiful.
Draco turned from her door and strolled across the common room into his room. He proceeded to take off his uniform and throw it onto the floor. Wearing only black silky boxers, her lifted up the covers and lay down in bed. He went to sleep after this last thought.
He thought about how Hermione had said that Malfoys were not all high and mighty. He didn't even really want to argue with her on that issue. He knew she was right. "Malfoys may not be all high and mighty," He thought out loud, "but I am!"
Chapter eight: High and mighty
Hermione left the library shortly before curfew started that night. She slowly walked through the many deserted hallways and up many steps of moving staircases. She dreaded going back to the common room and having to spend time with Draco.
'I can't believe we almost kissed.' she thought to herself. 'Get over it, you know you wanted to.' Her mind replied back to her. 'I will not get over it, that would have probably been the most tasteless thing I could ever do in my life.' 'Don't you mean most tasteful?' 'No I do not, Malfoy's bad, very bad.' 'And you want him really bad.' 'Shut up.'
She reached the portrait of the little girl and stopped before going into the common room. The little girl looked at Hermione with interest ad confusion.
"Are you not going into your room?" The little girl from the portrait asked in a calm and angelic voice.
"I don't know yet, maybe." Hermione said deep in thought. 'I wonder if he's in there.' 'Well, he does live there.' 'I know, but I don't want to talk to him.' 'You can't avoid him forever.' "White Rose."
Hermione walked into the common room and noticed it was empty. "I guess he's not here." She said out loud in relief.
"Who's not here?" Draco stated questionably coming out from behind a bookshelf. "You weren't speaking of little old me were you?" He ended with the smug sneer planted on his face.
"Of course I was speaking of you Malfoy, who else lives here?" Hermione said slumping into the couch.
"What's the matter Granger, bad day?" Draco said as he walked and sat in the chair near her.
"It's been a bad day since the day I met you Malfoy." Hermione said in a matter of fact voice. "Everything about you makes it a bad day."
Draco grew quiet for a moment pondering her statement. 'I can't be that bad, can I?' 'You have always been that bad to her.' "What did I do wrong?" He finally said not knowing what else to say.
"What do you think you did wrong?"
"Nothing at the moment, I know that for sure."
"Malfoy look, you have always been this incredible jerk to everyone that's not like you. I'm a mudblood, Ron's poor, and Harry's famous, and all you have ever done is been mean to us." Hermione said looking at him through her long lashes. "Malfoy, you think you're so high and mighty, when you're really not. And right now I don't want to have to deal with your bullshit, so I'm going to sleep."
With that Hermione got up and walked into her bedroom. She sat down on her bed and thought about everything that's been happening. "The first day of school hasn't even ended and look what's happened already."
Hermione walked to her closet and picked out her pajamas she was going to wear. Baby pink pajama bottoms with a small white tank. She changed her clothes and curled up under her warm heavy covers. She fell asleep pondering her situation with Draco and what she was going to do about it.
Still siting in the chair was Draco Malfoy. He had no idea how to respond to that. He was realizing she was right. 'I have always been mean to them, but who says they didn't deserve it?' 'Them, that's who.' He kept thinking about what she said. 'Why should I care. I have never been friends with her, and I never want to be.' 'Are you absolutely positive about that?' 'No.'
Draco then started thinking about his life. He never had a bad childhood, it just wasn't a happy one. His earliest memory was waking up one morning and finding his father Lucius (A/N: Is that how you spell it, I can't check because the books are at my dad's house.) Malfoy passed out from the night before on the living room rug. That had always effected Draco. That one incident started many others that made Draco lose respect for his father.
Draco thought back to other memories that were also important, but the ones he wished he could forget. All the times his father has been cruel, all the times his mother simple forgot he existed, and all those times he had to be near the Dark Lord. He didn't know what to think about them. He wanted power, that he knew for sure. He didn't know what kind of power he wanted and he wasn't sure if he wanted it from him. His father had already decided his future from birth. All Draco knew was that someday, like his father, he would have to knell before the Dark Lord.
He slowly got up from the chair and looked at Hermione's door. He still didn't know what to think of her. To him she was intelligent, loyal, and passionate. But he also knew she was beautiful.
Draco turned from her door and strolled across the common room into his room. He proceeded to take off his uniform and throw it onto the floor. Wearing only black silky boxers, her lifted up the covers and lay down in bed. He went to sleep after this last thought.
He thought about how Hermione had said that Malfoys were not all high and mighty. He didn't even really want to argue with her on that issue. He knew she was right. "Malfoys may not be all high and mighty," He thought out loud, "but I am!"