Chapter Two ...Why did you call him Draco...
Hermione and Ginny were in their room back at the Burrow, Ginny was sitting on her bed flipping through the latest copy of Teen Witch Weekly, listening to Hermione rant and rave about the "nerve of Mr. High-And-Mighty-I-Have-A- Stick-Shoved-Up-My-Ass Malfoy."
"I mean who gave him the right to make everyone feel like shit, just because they don't have the same lineage as he. I may not be perfect, but I'm closer to it then he'll ever be! Well guess what Mr. My-Hair-Is-Gelled- Back-So-Much-It's-Begginning-to-Seep-Into-My-Brain-Cells-Killing-The-Few- That-I-Have, you can't get to me! And don't come crying to me when you're hit with a hard dose of reality!"
"Go Hermione! ...So, tell me, How long have you liked Malfoy?" Ginny calmly asked, as if she was asking what today's weather would be like.
"How long have I what?" spoke Hermione with a slightly disturbing calm voice after ranting on for the past hour about Malfoy.
If Ginny had noticed Hermione's tone she didn't pay attention to it. "How long have you liked Malfoy?" Ginny asked slowly as if talking to a small child.
"What do you mean 'How long have you liked Malfoy?' I don't like Draco, I would never like him in a million years!"
"Really? Then why did you just call him Draco?"
"I didn't."
"You did."
"No, I couldn't have! That's impossible! I mean why would I call him Draco?"
"I don't know, but call this a crazy idea, it is his given name."
"I know that but, I've never called Malfoy, Draco before. Why should I? He doesn't deserve to be called by his given name!" Hermione started crossing her arms over her chest. "Just like you don't deserve to be called mudblood?" Ginny softly questioned.
"No one deserves to be called that!"
"Well no one deserves to be called Malfoy either... it's just as much of an insult." Ginny argued matter of factly.
"What side are you on, Ginny? Draco's or mine!"
Deciding not to mention that she had just called him Draco again, Ginny just answered the question with one word, "Both." She turned the lights off and climbed into bed, ending all conversations for the night and leaving everything on hold till the morning.
When Hermione woke-up the next morning, she realized that maybe Ginny had a point; maybe she did like Draco. But how could she? He had been a jerk to her ever since her first train rides to Hogwarts; he was one of her best friends archenemies. Why do theses things always happen to me? As if I don't have enough to worry about, I mean first I watch my Mother die, then my father kicks me out of the only place I have ever called home, simply because he doesn't like magic. And to make matters worse, I fall in love with my archenemy! WAIT! "When did like turn to love?"
"So you do love him!" exclaimed a sleepy Ginny.
"What do you mean? I love him? I don't love him!"
Hermione and Ginny were in their room back at the Burrow, Ginny was sitting on her bed flipping through the latest copy of Teen Witch Weekly, listening to Hermione rant and rave about the "nerve of Mr. High-And-Mighty-I-Have-A- Stick-Shoved-Up-My-Ass Malfoy."
"I mean who gave him the right to make everyone feel like shit, just because they don't have the same lineage as he. I may not be perfect, but I'm closer to it then he'll ever be! Well guess what Mr. My-Hair-Is-Gelled- Back-So-Much-It's-Begginning-to-Seep-Into-My-Brain-Cells-Killing-The-Few- That-I-Have, you can't get to me! And don't come crying to me when you're hit with a hard dose of reality!"
"Go Hermione! ...So, tell me, How long have you liked Malfoy?" Ginny calmly asked, as if she was asking what today's weather would be like.
"How long have I what?" spoke Hermione with a slightly disturbing calm voice after ranting on for the past hour about Malfoy.
If Ginny had noticed Hermione's tone she didn't pay attention to it. "How long have you liked Malfoy?" Ginny asked slowly as if talking to a small child.
"What do you mean 'How long have you liked Malfoy?' I don't like Draco, I would never like him in a million years!"
"Really? Then why did you just call him Draco?"
"I didn't."
"You did."
"No, I couldn't have! That's impossible! I mean why would I call him Draco?"
"I don't know, but call this a crazy idea, it is his given name."
"I know that but, I've never called Malfoy, Draco before. Why should I? He doesn't deserve to be called by his given name!" Hermione started crossing her arms over her chest. "Just like you don't deserve to be called mudblood?" Ginny softly questioned.
"No one deserves to be called that!"
"Well no one deserves to be called Malfoy either... it's just as much of an insult." Ginny argued matter of factly.
"What side are you on, Ginny? Draco's or mine!"
Deciding not to mention that she had just called him Draco again, Ginny just answered the question with one word, "Both." She turned the lights off and climbed into bed, ending all conversations for the night and leaving everything on hold till the morning.
When Hermione woke-up the next morning, she realized that maybe Ginny had a point; maybe she did like Draco. But how could she? He had been a jerk to her ever since her first train rides to Hogwarts; he was one of her best friends archenemies. Why do theses things always happen to me? As if I don't have enough to worry about, I mean first I watch my Mother die, then my father kicks me out of the only place I have ever called home, simply because he doesn't like magic. And to make matters worse, I fall in love with my archenemy! WAIT! "When did like turn to love?"
"So you do love him!" exclaimed a sleepy Ginny.
"What do you mean? I love him? I don't love him!"