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When Hermione woke up the following morning, she was more lost than when
she had been when she fell asleep. Considering the fact that she hadn't
slept, you would think she had come up with a solution. But she hadn't,
and Hermione couldn't understand how someone so smart could not think of an
answer to a seemingly easy problem.
Changing slowly, Hermione turned over the question in her mind. What would
happen if Harry or Ron found out about her 'affair' with Draco? The options
were to tell them, break it off with Draco or continue it on with very
quietly. She wanted to stay with him but knew it would destroy Harry and
Ron if they did find out.
Hermione dreaded going to breakfast and she lagged a long way behind Harry
whilst thinking of the threatening riddle that could ruin her relationships
with all Gryffindor's. No one would ever forgive her and she knew that she
would be out cast out of her own house. She was feeling sick and faint and
as soon as she walked through the doors of the Great Hall two eyes averted
the gaze to her, she just knew it. She didn't even need to look at the
person, she knew who it was.
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Unfortunately Hermione's first class that day was Potions, and even more
unfortunate was that she was doing an assignment with her love? Enemy? Who
knew?
As she walked in she dumped her books on the table with a small crash
resulting in Snape's deduction of twenty points and a detention. Hermione
couldn't even be bothered arguing, she just sat down and started
researching the properties of a Unicorn horn. Draco kept nudging her but
when she looked up she glared, put her head back down and continued
working.
When the bell went, Draco slipped a note in her book and mouthed for her to
read it later. Hermione just ran off and stumbled up the moving staircases
to the third floor corridor and Myrtle who now haunted a different
bathroom. If anyone understood love or knowledge, Myrtle probably knew it.
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"Making another potion?" Myrtle wailed when Hermione burst in suddenly.
"No, actually. I need some.advice or help," Hermione stuttered. Myrtle
peeped around the corner and looked at Hermione suspiciously.
"You.you don't need to make a potion? Well, what is the advice you need
then?" Myrtle asked. Dropping her things, Hermione sat in one of the sinks
and Myrtle floated over to her.
"Well, there's this.person I like. But Harry and Ron would completely
disagree and I don't really know what to do. It's really complicated and I
know that you brim with knowledge and wondered if you could help me in
this.predicament?" Hermione murmured. Myrtle tried to perch herself next
to Hermione.
"Do you really know that Harry and Ron would disagree?" Myrtle said softly.
Hermione nodded.
"Well, you can tell them, continue in silence or break up. But I'm sure
you know that. I feel that if your best friends would probably go against
you then you really need to break it off. Do you agree?"
"I suppose," Hermione replied. She nodded thanks and walked out.
Personally, she thought, Myrtle gave her no knew answer that she hadn't
already thought of!
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As Hermione walked down a deserted corridor she suddenly remembered the
note Draco had slipped into her potions exercise book. She slipped into an
abandoned room and fumbled for her book and the note tumbled out.
Dearest Granger,
From the looks I got in Potions I think you are having second thoughts. Is it Potty and Weasel-bum? Thought maybe it was. If you want to tell me something, use an excuse of our assignment and come to the large oak behind the Quidditch pitch straight after dinner. I know that you always go there to the library after meals so it won't seem unusual. Hope to see you then,
Draco Malfoy.
Hermione scowled that he had called her Granger. He knew she hated it but she had to meet up with him. Sighing, she tore the letter up and with a swish of her wand, it burnt to pieces. What was she going to do? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* A/N: I am having real trouble with this story. All thoughts accepted. Please review.
Dearest Granger,
From the looks I got in Potions I think you are having second thoughts. Is it Potty and Weasel-bum? Thought maybe it was. If you want to tell me something, use an excuse of our assignment and come to the large oak behind the Quidditch pitch straight after dinner. I know that you always go there to the library after meals so it won't seem unusual. Hope to see you then,
Draco Malfoy.
Hermione scowled that he had called her Granger. He knew she hated it but she had to meet up with him. Sighing, she tore the letter up and with a swish of her wand, it burnt to pieces. What was she going to do? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* A/N: I am having real trouble with this story. All thoughts accepted. Please review.
