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Why I Hate You
I hate the way you make me cryHermione had had enough. She was going to talk to Draco if it was the last thing she did. One full month had came and went, and it was as if nothing had ever happened. She had simply followed Draco's lead and decided to act as if he didn't even exist. Because Professor Snape continued to put them together during Potions, it was a bit hard to avoid him. But even then, the only words that were ever uttered were, "Pass this," or "Pass that." Politely indifferent, that's what it was, and Hermione was sick of it.
She found the Draco that was in the library oh so attractive. She didn't even bother trying to convince herself that she didn't have feelings for him. Well, maybe not feelings; just little bursts of fluttering butterflies in her stomach every time she saw him. Heat conveniently rising to her face every time she had remembered some pornographic dream she had with him as the male lead. She simply had enough. She had to at least say a word to him. Without thinking, she started talking aloud. "It's not like I want to shag him or anything. I just want to be a good friend to him. I mean he does need one."
Even to Hermione that sounded absolutely preposterous. Goody, goody, she may be, but it didn't matter what you thought. She knew she wanted to find out exactly how Quidditch and Wizard Weightlifting had made an effect on Draco. It didn't take a genius to figure out there was more than skin and bone under his robes. Although Pansy loved to brag about Draco's body in the girl's toilets, Hermione found herself wanted to get the up-close and personal experience. And she was going to find him.
Now.
She got up from the comfy chair in front of the fireplace and rushed to the library, where Draco was sitting in his usual spot. Hermione, feeling oddly bold, sat down across from him. He looked up at her immediately, question in his eyes. "Draco, I know you don't think of me as anything more than a mudblood, but I like you." He raised an eyebrow in shock but then got a look of resolve on his face. Without saying a word, he got up, walked over to Hermione's side of the table, and kissed her.
Hermione had never kissed a boy before. But she was glad her first kiss was this good.
He knew exactly what he was doing, and Hermione was shocked to find herself kissing him as if she had kissed thousands of boys before. When they broke apart, she felt slightly deranged. There was something she had always wanted to do. She turned to the table filled with books, and with a sweep of her arm, sent them all to the floor. In a second, she and Draco were kissing on the table. He was unbuttoning her blouse, taking off her jeans, and then…
Her eyes snapped open. MERLIN, that was a really good dream! Why did it have to finish then? Hermione yawned widely and stretched. Glancing at the old- fashioned clock on the wall, she realized it was already 1 o'clock. She grudgingly got up, took a shower, and changed into a simple outfit of tight blue jeans, a white tank top, and a baby blue hoodie.
She looked into the mirror. If there was one thing she learned from the rest of the girls who had made her up, it was that putting on makeup could be fun. In ten minutes she was done. She took her still bushy hair, attacked it with a brush that had a taming charm, and put it in a high ponytail. She finished with a pair of silver big hoop earrings.
She was on a mission. The dream she had enforced her decision to tell Draco what was on her mind. If she didn't ask him if he felt what she felt that day in the library, she would go crazy. Without stopping to think, she hurried to the library. He was sitting down by himself. She took a deep breath and walked over, cool as can be. Oddly, he didn't seem surprised to see her. If anything, he had a look on his face as if he expected her to show up sooner or later.
"Exactly what is it that you want, Granger?" "Um, well, I just wanted to, ah, talk. Just, you know, talk a bit." He raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Why would I want to talk with you? I mean, we are barely associates, so what would you be doing here wanting to talk to me?" She screamed on the inside. Why did he always have to be so difficult? Well, she figured, he was right. They most certainly not associates, so why was she here. Draco picked up on her silence. "I don't think I'd be wrong in assuming that you have no idea why you are here either, so why don't you just go?"
"Okay, look. I just wanted to say that I know that this persona or whatever isn't you. I know what I saw in your eyes. You may want to sit here and act as if you have no idea what I'm talking about, but I know you do. Listen, I know that you are an evil, foul, bastard on the outside, but honestly, I'm not exactly sure who you are on the inside. If you feel as if you have to fake it all the time, then obviously something's wrong." "Funny, Granger, I didn't know you were one for advice giving. The problem is I don't need it. As a matter of fact, I don't need you around either. I don't know what you're playing at, but I'm not interested. Do me a huge favor, and get out of my life. You can't save the world and you can't save me. The point is, I don't need saving. So clear off!" He jumped up and starting stuffing his bag with books.
Hermione was stunned. She should have known better. This was Draco Malfoy. But she couldn't help having the feeling that this was still part of an act. When she turned around, she realized why he was so angry. His "friends" were making their way over. She spun around; he was getting ready to walk off. "Draco, you don't have to do this." She said quietly. Before he could respond, a high-pitched voice sounded behind her. "Draco, it's not garbage day, why bother having this trash around here?" Hermione, expecting for Draco to at least stalk off turned to Hermione with a look of purest disgust.
"You know, Pansy, I really don't know. Mudblood filth like that shouldn't be anywhere near me, let alone in a magical institution." His goons howled with laughter. As he started walking off, Hermione turned around, furious. "You're pathetic, Malfoy." Malfoy, who was walking toward the exit, stopped abruptly and turned around. "And you, Hermione, are the foulest, dirtiest, filthiest thing that I have ever had to been in contact with, including the Weasleys. You are worth less than the dirt on the bottom of my shoe. I stand by what I said before: you're worth nothing, so why continue to contaminate our world with your filth? Do us all a favor and just die. Because that's all you and your kind are good for. You sicken me."
His friends were all dying with laughter, and he simply turned around and continued walking away. Hermione didn't bother trying to contain her tears. She let out a loud sob and ran toward the exit of the library, where Malfoy and his posse still were walking. As Hermione ran past, Goyle, thinking unusually quickly, stuck his foot out at just the right moment, and Hermione went down, crashing to the floor. By this time, the rest of the people in the library, saw this, and started chuckling quietly.
She didn't even try to get up. She just lay there on the floor, crying, until finally her pride kicked in. She shakily stood up and turned to Malfoy, who was laughing heartily with everyone else. Hermione didn't bother saying anything. She simply turned back around and ran to the common room. As she was having a good cry in her bed, she couldn't help but think, "I guess this is what I deserve. Letting Malfoy get to me again, foolishly thinking I could change him. I must have been on some strong befuddlement charm. As Hermione drifted off into a fitful sleep, her last thought before sleep overtook her was, "but he didn't deny what I was saying."