A/N: Thank you to all of the people who reviewed the first chapter. Your
encouragement and suggestions were very helpful. Here's chapter 2!
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything (sigh).
How could Harry do that to me? He knows how much I like Hermione. He knew all along and, he didn't tell me. That selfish git. He probably didn't even try to stop her. I mean, he could have at least found an to duel with him ad hex the crap out of him for me. I can't believe I called him a friend. Ron let out one last growl before he lost consciousness, still cursing Harry, even in his dreams.
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Harry sat in the same spot that he had been when Ron left him. Stupid, stupid, stupid. What was I thinking? I let him find out that Hermione told me. God, he hates me. He's never going to speak to me again, unless, of course, it's to tell me just how much it is that he hates me. I am such an idiot! This is all Hermione's fault. If she hadn't gone chasing after Malfoy. I warned her this would happen. Crap! Hermione probably thinks I told Ron. Now she's going to be mad at me too. That isn't fair; I didn't do anything! Stupid, stupid, stupid,.... Harry hit his head on the table every time he thought the word. Stupid (bang), stupid (bang), stupid (bang).
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"Night, Hermione." Said Draco as he planted a soft kiss on her forehead, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Good night." Hermione muttered, giving him a weak smile. These were the only words exchanged as Hermione and Draco parted ways. Both of them making their way to their beds in silence. Deep in thought. Jerk. It's all his fault. How can I help the fact that he's so smooth? He's perfect really. Smart, funny, athletic, thinks quickly on his feet. Not to mention the fact that he's the most attractive person I've ever laid eyes on. I love being around him, but I should have known better. This causing way more trouble than it's worth. I mean, if he wasn't such a shi--
"Password?" Hermione's thoughts were cut off by the fat lady's harsh voice. Hermione looked up.
"Huh?" She said rather lamely.
"Don't play smart with me, you little twit. You must know the routine by now. Then again you do hang around with that rude red headed boy." She stopped talking and glowered at nothing in general. "Well?" She exclaimed.
"Sorry, periwinkle penguins." Said Hermione with a flushed look on her face. The portrait swung open without another word. Sheesh, what's her problem? Hermione was so engrossed in thought that she didn't even notice the raven haired boy in the corner banging his head against the table as he mouthed the word stupid. She made her way up to the dormitories. After changing out of her robes and into pajamas, she hopped into her bed. Why do I like him? Draco Malfoy of all people? Ron could have handled anyone else but Draco. He isn't even very kind to me now that we're becoming intimate. I saw him roll his eyes when he thought I wasn't looking. Funny thing about water, it reflects. He's always doing those sorts of things. It's just that Draco has this way of getting to people. He's just so....... Draco. She heaved a great sigh and decided that the best thing to do for now was sleep. She knew parting with Draco was the only way to regain Ron's friendship, but how could she choose? She couldn't get away from Draco. He was always there, even in her dreams. She couldn't escape him.
***
That dirty mudblood. I can't believe I fell for her. It all started two weeks ago when we got paired up in Potions. Snape meant to do this no doubt, but at least he didn't stick me with Potter or the Weasel. No, he wouldn't dare go that far. He knows where the power lies. It wasn't that bad though. She pretty much did all of the work. She looked pretty pissed when I "accidentally" added too much wolfs bane. She turned as red as the concoction was supposed to be rather than the slightly nauseating green color it had taken on. She shot fire at me through her chocolate brown eyes. That's when I really noticed how beautiful they are, and how delicate she seemed to be yielding such a powerful mind. I kissed her. Why did I kiss her? It was right in front of Professor Snape too. I looked up at him and saw that he had a rather knowing smirk on his face. He couldn't possibly have known hoe I've been pining for her practically since I met her. 'Is everything all right, Ms. Granger?' I heard him say. She nodded her head, not making eye contact with him. I watched as blush creeped into her cheeks. She's so beautiful. I just couldn't stop smiling at her. Our eyes locked on each others, and she didn't even seem to care when Snape took ten points from Gryffindor for her fouling up the potion. Then, of course, people started staring. I couldn't risk my reputation, not even for her. I remember saying 'What are you staring at, Granger? Trying to undress me with your eyes?' Her jaw dropped in disbelief, the sweet stupor turning into rage. That had almost blown it for me, but I grabbed her hand under the table to reassure her. After that, we ran off in secret every chance we got. Why her though? I could have any girl I wanted, probably any guy too. What is it about her? She's just so.... Hermione. He lay in his bed pondering and reminiscing as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
A/N: I know, I know. It's really short, but I tried. Please don't hate me, and keep reviewing. :)
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything (sigh).
How could Harry do that to me? He knows how much I like Hermione. He knew all along and, he didn't tell me. That selfish git. He probably didn't even try to stop her. I mean, he could have at least found an to duel with him ad hex the crap out of him for me. I can't believe I called him a friend. Ron let out one last growl before he lost consciousness, still cursing Harry, even in his dreams.
***
Harry sat in the same spot that he had been when Ron left him. Stupid, stupid, stupid. What was I thinking? I let him find out that Hermione told me. God, he hates me. He's never going to speak to me again, unless, of course, it's to tell me just how much it is that he hates me. I am such an idiot! This is all Hermione's fault. If she hadn't gone chasing after Malfoy. I warned her this would happen. Crap! Hermione probably thinks I told Ron. Now she's going to be mad at me too. That isn't fair; I didn't do anything! Stupid, stupid, stupid,.... Harry hit his head on the table every time he thought the word. Stupid (bang), stupid (bang), stupid (bang).
***
"Night, Hermione." Said Draco as he planted a soft kiss on her forehead, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Good night." Hermione muttered, giving him a weak smile. These were the only words exchanged as Hermione and Draco parted ways. Both of them making their way to their beds in silence. Deep in thought. Jerk. It's all his fault. How can I help the fact that he's so smooth? He's perfect really. Smart, funny, athletic, thinks quickly on his feet. Not to mention the fact that he's the most attractive person I've ever laid eyes on. I love being around him, but I should have known better. This causing way more trouble than it's worth. I mean, if he wasn't such a shi--
"Password?" Hermione's thoughts were cut off by the fat lady's harsh voice. Hermione looked up.
"Huh?" She said rather lamely.
"Don't play smart with me, you little twit. You must know the routine by now. Then again you do hang around with that rude red headed boy." She stopped talking and glowered at nothing in general. "Well?" She exclaimed.
"Sorry, periwinkle penguins." Said Hermione with a flushed look on her face. The portrait swung open without another word. Sheesh, what's her problem? Hermione was so engrossed in thought that she didn't even notice the raven haired boy in the corner banging his head against the table as he mouthed the word stupid. She made her way up to the dormitories. After changing out of her robes and into pajamas, she hopped into her bed. Why do I like him? Draco Malfoy of all people? Ron could have handled anyone else but Draco. He isn't even very kind to me now that we're becoming intimate. I saw him roll his eyes when he thought I wasn't looking. Funny thing about water, it reflects. He's always doing those sorts of things. It's just that Draco has this way of getting to people. He's just so....... Draco. She heaved a great sigh and decided that the best thing to do for now was sleep. She knew parting with Draco was the only way to regain Ron's friendship, but how could she choose? She couldn't get away from Draco. He was always there, even in her dreams. She couldn't escape him.
***
That dirty mudblood. I can't believe I fell for her. It all started two weeks ago when we got paired up in Potions. Snape meant to do this no doubt, but at least he didn't stick me with Potter or the Weasel. No, he wouldn't dare go that far. He knows where the power lies. It wasn't that bad though. She pretty much did all of the work. She looked pretty pissed when I "accidentally" added too much wolfs bane. She turned as red as the concoction was supposed to be rather than the slightly nauseating green color it had taken on. She shot fire at me through her chocolate brown eyes. That's when I really noticed how beautiful they are, and how delicate she seemed to be yielding such a powerful mind. I kissed her. Why did I kiss her? It was right in front of Professor Snape too. I looked up at him and saw that he had a rather knowing smirk on his face. He couldn't possibly have known hoe I've been pining for her practically since I met her. 'Is everything all right, Ms. Granger?' I heard him say. She nodded her head, not making eye contact with him. I watched as blush creeped into her cheeks. She's so beautiful. I just couldn't stop smiling at her. Our eyes locked on each others, and she didn't even seem to care when Snape took ten points from Gryffindor for her fouling up the potion. Then, of course, people started staring. I couldn't risk my reputation, not even for her. I remember saying 'What are you staring at, Granger? Trying to undress me with your eyes?' Her jaw dropped in disbelief, the sweet stupor turning into rage. That had almost blown it for me, but I grabbed her hand under the table to reassure her. After that, we ran off in secret every chance we got. Why her though? I could have any girl I wanted, probably any guy too. What is it about her? She's just so.... Hermione. He lay in his bed pondering and reminiscing as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
A/N: I know, I know. It's really short, but I tried. Please don't hate me, and keep reviewing. :)