*Sorry for not updating in a while, but I had to start up with school and everything. Please review!
Why I Hate You
I hate the way you make senseDraco was in a horrible mood, and all of his friends could tell. They knew him long enough to know that he wasn't to be messed with. Draco knew that he definitely went a bit overboard with the whole humiliation thing. He figured that out a bit too late, and now, even though he felt bad, there was nothing he could do about it. He flopped on his four-poster bed and lay there for a while, lost in thought. What to do? He didn't want to go to lunch, and after that, he didn't have another class until 5 o'clock.
He was bored. Judging by the snorts of childish laughter and whistling he heard in the common room, the guys were obviously looking at some stupid magazine. Draco, as hormonally gifted as he seemed to be, he would never resort to looking at some stupid magazine. It would only be a matter of time before one of his too idiot-friends would turn up. They could never go long without having him tell them what to do, and as this was seventh year, he was really getting tired of it.
His mind raced at what he should do. Term had just started, so he really didn't have anything to study for, and he already learned his lesson from having his usual fun by harassing Potter and/or Weasley. That Granger sure knows how to punch, he thought grimly, still rubbing the left side of his jaw that still kind of hurt. Granger, he thought. He cursed the fact of letting her cross his mind, because now he couldn't get rid of her.
He thought of everything he had ever said to her, of how annoying she was. Then her face came into full bloom, as if someone had just put a picture of her over both of his pupils. He couldn't help thinking, "she's really beautiful." He sighed a bit, relieved that he didn't have to pretend he was thinking about something else. Here, in his room, he could just picture her face.
He caught himself just before he got lost in his thoughts. What in the world was he thinking? Granger? Mudblood, bookworm, know it all Granger? He must have been mad. She was far too unlike him. After all, even if he wanted her as more than a toy, it wouldn't happen. But then, he thought, why does it matter to me? I don't like her.
He sighed again, wishing that he could find something to do. At this point he finally realized how pathetic he really was. Imagine being here for seven years and he had but two friends who weren't really friends. He snorted at the irony of it. Here he was, prince of Slytherin, most popular single male in school and he didn't even have a friend or a girl to call them as his own.
"Wait," he said aloud. "This is pathetic. You're Draco Malfoy for Merlin's sake." So with that, Draco stood up and strode out of the common room. He decided to go outside where most of the school population was and went to a solitary tree near the lake. He leaned against it and sighed happily. He felt the sun on his face and was glad that he decided to come out.
He closed his eyes and just as he was about to drift off to sleep, a loud voice was shouting at him. "Malfoy you're in my spot, get up. Get up!" Draco's eyes snapped open and he saw Granger standing above him. "I don't see where your name is on this area, Granger. By the way, it would be nice if you would stop shouting at me. I'm trying to relax. Mudbloods." He added as an afterthought.
At first he thought she was going to cry again, because she turned bright red. He braced himself for the shouting, but instead she spoke quietly. "Malfoy, you have hit my last nerve. I am sick and tired of you Malfoy. Do you understand me? Don't you understand that you don't impress anyone? It would be really nice if you pretended, just for a day that you were a happy person.
Because you're not, and it's killing you, isn't it? You aren't fooling me Malfoy. I can see through you like I can see through water, and believe me when I say, I'm not as dense as half the people you try to show off for. So take it from me, Malfoy, I know you're not all you are cracked up to be. Even in those eyes that I thought were cold and expressionless, I know now that they are just a shield wearing very thin. Take this advice from me: stop pretending."
Malfoy was shocked. He even forgot to act as if he didn't care about a word she was saying. The truth was that he felt almost naked because she was reading him like a book. Like a book with a frightening cover. He stood up and looked her in the eye. "Granger, you have no business telling me to stop pretending. My life has been one big pretend game. I'm so good at it, why should I stop now? You have no idea how hard it is to pretend that I don't care about Voldemort. But that's something that I can't help. So do me a favor and leave me alone."
With that, he left the area and hated Hermione more that ever. She made too much sense, and that was something he just couldn't handle right now.
**Sorry that it's so short. If I get a burst of inspiration, I'll add more to it. But for now, this is how it is. Don't forget to review! Even if you right, 'It was good' or 'It was bad, fix it'- at least I'll know that someone is reading this.