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Chapter 13
She lay awake in her bed, recalling the events of the night. She hadn't cried that hard since Harry and Ron came home to the Borrow and told her they were gone. Her parents are dead because of Marcus Flint. Marcus Flint, whom she knew as a student here at Hogwarts. Marcus Flint, whose brother she is now teaching. And Draco Malfoy, the boy she once despised, risked his life to save them. The boy, no, man that just comforted her and kissed her. Oh God, he kissed her! What was she suppose to do? She did the same thing she did last time he kissed her, she ran. She gave him some stupid excuse and ran off, just, leaving him there. It's not as if she didn't enjoy the kiss. He was a good kisser. A damn good one at that, but she still ran.
She shot up in her bed, "What have I done?"
She got out of bed and got dressed. She wasn't going to let herself just run away. He isn't the same Draco Malfoy from school. He is not the same little prick she knew for six years. Before he came to her and told her. He confided in her and her alone that night their seventh year.
She was in the library, studying for a test that was still a week away. There were only three people in there including her, Madam Pince who was sitting at her desk glaring at Neville Longbottom who was snoring over his potions homework a few chairs down from Hermione.
She was tired, her back was hurting and she rubbed her eyes, which were starting to blur from reading so much. She decided it was time for bed, so she gathered her things and went over the Neville to wake him. She shook his arm and he groaned, "Grams, just a bit longer,"
She laughed, "Neville, wake up!"
Neville awoke quickly and looked around. He wiped drool from his mouth. He looked up at Hermione and flushed in embarrassment, "Thanks 'ermoine."
She smiled at him as he gathered his things and they walked towards the door. As they walked past one of the bookshelves, she noticed a shadow behind it, "Go on Neville, I will see you in the common room."
Neville nodded and walked on. She looked around to see Madam Pince dozing off at her desk. She moved cautiously around the bookshelf to see Draco Malfoy looking back at her, "What are you doing, Malfoy?"
He hesitated and looked to see Madam Pince was not listening, "I need to talk to you Granger, it's....it's important."
She was stunned. What could Draco Malfoy possibly have to discuss with her that was so important, "I'm tired Malfoy. I really don't think –"
He cut her off by grabbing her hand, "Please, you have to listen to what I have to say. Please?"
She looked at him with extreme curiosity. Maybe this was important. He was actually pleading with her, "Okay, but, not here," She looked around, "Come on."
She sneaked out from behind the bookcase. Madam Pince was asleep with her head lying on her desk, mouth wide open. They walked a bit down the hallway and slipped into a room.
"So," she turned around and looked at him, "What's so important?" Normally she would never let herself get stuck alone with Draco Malfoy, but the look in his eyes told her it was important.
He lowered his head, "You were the only one that I thought would really believe me. Well, other than Dumbledore, but I don't know if I can talk to him about this," He noticed her curiosity in here eyes. He noticed her arms folded across her as she tapped her foot, "Would you please stop that, it's quite annoying."
She looked at him and smiled, "Well, I am getting quite annoyed with you at the moment. I am quite tired and could be asleep right now, so just get to the point please."
He sighed and sat in the nearest chair. He clasped his hands in his lap and lowered his head and shook it, "I don't want to be like my father. I don't want to be my father."
She was shocked, was he coming to the good side, right then and there? "What are you talking about Malfoy? You don't want to be a Death Eater?"
He was quiet for a moment. Then, took a deep breath and looked up at her, "No, I don't. I know they are going to seek me out after graduation. It's inevitable. But I don't believe what my father believes. I haven't in awhile, not since I visited him in Azkaban after our fifth year. I saw the hate and malice in him. I finally saw him for what he truly was, evil."
Hermione was a bit shocked. But she understood what he was saying. He really wasn't like his father, and she believed him.
"Well, do you believe me or are you just going to stand there and not say anything?"
She looked down at him, "I, I do believe you. But you know, you have to tell Dumbledore, before it's too late."
He woke up suddenly and found himself lying on the floor in his room. He had fallen asleep waiting for her to come back. False hope he thought, she wasn't coming back.
Draco started to stand as he heard movement near the door. It opened and she walked in. They stood there staring at each other for awhile. Neither knew what to say, suddenly she broke the silence, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I ran away."
He smiled at her, "I am beginning to think I am a bad kisser."
She laughed, "No not at all," she moved closer towards him, "I don't know why I ran away. Fear I guess."
"Fear of me?" he asked as he moved. They were now walking closer to each other.
"No, not at all," she sighed.
They were now inches apart, "I'm sorry you had to hear that, I wish you didn't have to," he grabbed her hand.
Her eyes didn't leave his, "I had to hear it someday," she grabbed his other hand.
Their faces were now just inches apart, eyes looking at the others. Their faces inched closer and closer, "Hermione, I-"
Just then the door to the room slammed open and they quickly broke apart, "Mr. Farnsworth, what is it?"
Draco and Hermione were now looking at the 5th year Slytherin that was now out of breath, "Pro- Professor Mal-, Malfoy, he's gone. Billy, he's-, he's ran off!"
Chapter 14 coming sooner than you can say Cliffhanger! Hehe, R&R Please! = )
Chapter 13
She lay awake in her bed, recalling the events of the night. She hadn't cried that hard since Harry and Ron came home to the Borrow and told her they were gone. Her parents are dead because of Marcus Flint. Marcus Flint, whom she knew as a student here at Hogwarts. Marcus Flint, whose brother she is now teaching. And Draco Malfoy, the boy she once despised, risked his life to save them. The boy, no, man that just comforted her and kissed her. Oh God, he kissed her! What was she suppose to do? She did the same thing she did last time he kissed her, she ran. She gave him some stupid excuse and ran off, just, leaving him there. It's not as if she didn't enjoy the kiss. He was a good kisser. A damn good one at that, but she still ran.
She shot up in her bed, "What have I done?"
She got out of bed and got dressed. She wasn't going to let herself just run away. He isn't the same Draco Malfoy from school. He is not the same little prick she knew for six years. Before he came to her and told her. He confided in her and her alone that night their seventh year.
She was in the library, studying for a test that was still a week away. There were only three people in there including her, Madam Pince who was sitting at her desk glaring at Neville Longbottom who was snoring over his potions homework a few chairs down from Hermione.
She was tired, her back was hurting and she rubbed her eyes, which were starting to blur from reading so much. She decided it was time for bed, so she gathered her things and went over the Neville to wake him. She shook his arm and he groaned, "Grams, just a bit longer,"
She laughed, "Neville, wake up!"
Neville awoke quickly and looked around. He wiped drool from his mouth. He looked up at Hermione and flushed in embarrassment, "Thanks 'ermoine."
She smiled at him as he gathered his things and they walked towards the door. As they walked past one of the bookshelves, she noticed a shadow behind it, "Go on Neville, I will see you in the common room."
Neville nodded and walked on. She looked around to see Madam Pince dozing off at her desk. She moved cautiously around the bookshelf to see Draco Malfoy looking back at her, "What are you doing, Malfoy?"
He hesitated and looked to see Madam Pince was not listening, "I need to talk to you Granger, it's....it's important."
She was stunned. What could Draco Malfoy possibly have to discuss with her that was so important, "I'm tired Malfoy. I really don't think –"
He cut her off by grabbing her hand, "Please, you have to listen to what I have to say. Please?"
She looked at him with extreme curiosity. Maybe this was important. He was actually pleading with her, "Okay, but, not here," She looked around, "Come on."
She sneaked out from behind the bookcase. Madam Pince was asleep with her head lying on her desk, mouth wide open. They walked a bit down the hallway and slipped into a room.
"So," she turned around and looked at him, "What's so important?" Normally she would never let herself get stuck alone with Draco Malfoy, but the look in his eyes told her it was important.
He lowered his head, "You were the only one that I thought would really believe me. Well, other than Dumbledore, but I don't know if I can talk to him about this," He noticed her curiosity in here eyes. He noticed her arms folded across her as she tapped her foot, "Would you please stop that, it's quite annoying."
She looked at him and smiled, "Well, I am getting quite annoyed with you at the moment. I am quite tired and could be asleep right now, so just get to the point please."
He sighed and sat in the nearest chair. He clasped his hands in his lap and lowered his head and shook it, "I don't want to be like my father. I don't want to be my father."
She was shocked, was he coming to the good side, right then and there? "What are you talking about Malfoy? You don't want to be a Death Eater?"
He was quiet for a moment. Then, took a deep breath and looked up at her, "No, I don't. I know they are going to seek me out after graduation. It's inevitable. But I don't believe what my father believes. I haven't in awhile, not since I visited him in Azkaban after our fifth year. I saw the hate and malice in him. I finally saw him for what he truly was, evil."
Hermione was a bit shocked. But she understood what he was saying. He really wasn't like his father, and she believed him.
"Well, do you believe me or are you just going to stand there and not say anything?"
She looked down at him, "I, I do believe you. But you know, you have to tell Dumbledore, before it's too late."
He woke up suddenly and found himself lying on the floor in his room. He had fallen asleep waiting for her to come back. False hope he thought, she wasn't coming back.
Draco started to stand as he heard movement near the door. It opened and she walked in. They stood there staring at each other for awhile. Neither knew what to say, suddenly she broke the silence, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I ran away."
He smiled at her, "I am beginning to think I am a bad kisser."
She laughed, "No not at all," she moved closer towards him, "I don't know why I ran away. Fear I guess."
"Fear of me?" he asked as he moved. They were now walking closer to each other.
"No, not at all," she sighed.
They were now inches apart, "I'm sorry you had to hear that, I wish you didn't have to," he grabbed her hand.
Her eyes didn't leave his, "I had to hear it someday," she grabbed his other hand.
Their faces were now just inches apart, eyes looking at the others. Their faces inched closer and closer, "Hermione, I-"
Just then the door to the room slammed open and they quickly broke apart, "Mr. Farnsworth, what is it?"
Draco and Hermione were now looking at the 5th year Slytherin that was now out of breath, "Pro- Professor Mal-, Malfoy, he's gone. Billy, he's-, he's ran off!"
Chapter 14 coming sooner than you can say Cliffhanger! Hehe, R&R Please! = )