A/N : you peepz are lucky I even wrote today. Here is the story.
Love or Hate?
Hermione walked out of the classroom to find Ron and Harry waiting for her. She put on a fake smile as they walked towards her. She didn't feel like talking to them, she needed time alone.
"What's wrong, 'Mione? We saw you crying in class." Said Harry.
Ron quickly said, "What did Malfoy say to you?"
"Oh, it was nothing." She said. She saw them raise their eye brows.
"Yeah right 'Mione, we saw you, okay. Don't try and lie to us." Said Harry.
"It was nothing, okay? It's none of your business, don't try and talk to me about it, okay?"
She brushed past them angrily. Why did Harry and Ron always try and but into her problems. It was sort of annoying at times.
She quickly walked to her next class.
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Draco's POV
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Draco watched Hermione from afar as she walked into the Great Hall for lunch. He sighed, he crossed his arms, put them on the table and rested his chin on them.
He was practically miserable. He sighed again and pushed his plate forward. He didn't feel like eating. He hadn't eaten anything for the whole day so far.
"Have it." Said Draco. He gestured to his plate when he saw Goyle glance at him.
"Duh....thanks mate." Replied Goyle in his stupid voice.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh Drakie!!!!!!" yelled Pansy as she entered the hall.
He glanced at her and sighed, yet again. She didn't make him feel better at all. Maybe even worse.
She sat right next to him. "What's wrong with you?"
He looked at her and raised an eye brow. Then replied, "Since when did you care. I heard you've been fucking with some guy in Ravenclaw or something."
She frowned at him. Then she said, "NO! It was a Hufflepuff guy." She looked surprised at herself and covered her mouth. Draco found himself raising both his eye brows. He turned to look at Goyle.
He shrugged and looked at him and said, "She's been like that since potions. Probably something wrong with her potion."
She blushed deeply and ran out of the hall. He stood up and turned just in time to see Hermione leave too. He walked slowly to the exit. He felt weird again. Only harder.
Hermione's POV
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She was very quiet for the rest of the day, or so people told her. She didn't talk to Harry and Ron. She ignored them for most of the day.
She gave a gigantic sigh as she walked to Amelia (girl in the portrait door). Amelia gave her a sympathetic look.
"What is wrong my dear?" Amelia asked.
"Long story Amelia." Said Hermione. She walked into the common room. Her classes had just finished. She had run to her common room to be by herself for a while.
She thought to herself, What do I need to calm me down............. Music, yes, music, that's what I need.
With a flick of her wand, Hermione stacked the 9 chairs on top of each other and put it aside to the corner of the room. Then she transfigured the table to a big, black, shiny piano and the last chair into a long black one (you know the ones you see with the pianos that can fit like, 4 people on it.).
She sat down and practised a bit on the piano. It had been a while since she had played on a piano. No-body but her parents knew that she had piano lessons on the holidays since her first year. She wasn't a professional, but her parents told her she was really good now.
She flexed hands and started to play one of her favourite songs, Predictable. (this is Delta Goodrem's song, I really love her music. So every one support Delta through her cancer problem. ;) )
*music starts to play*
"I smile
You say I take your breath away,
You say you love me and you make
All the right promises to break.
And when I turn around,
You're always there like that's a proof
You really care, but I
I see right through you and I think
to myself
You're just so predictable
............
.........."
She sang beautifully. She continued to play. Not hearing the portrait door swing open.
At the end of the song, she stopped and sighed. Then out of no where, a voice said quietly, "That was beautiful.... Hermione."
She turned around to see a pair of faint blue eyes staring at her. She gasped and turned away. Oh my bloody god, she thought.
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Draco's POV
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco walked slowly to his common room in deep thought. He had told Hermione to meet him in the common room to talk. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted to talk about. He had been trying to think of something to come up with.
As he walked to Amelia, he heard music from inside. Quickly, he muttered 'Ton tongue toffee' to Amelia and swung the door open.
And there was Hermione, playing on a Black, sleek piano. She was singing too. One of the most angelic voices he had ever heard. She plays and sings well too, he thought.
Not wanting to disturb Hermione, he leaned against the door frame and quietly listen to her play.
As she finished the song, she stopped and sighed. Then before he could stop himself, he announced his arrival by saying, "That was beautiful........ Hermione."
She turned and looked at him straight in the eye. She turned away and gasped. He stared at her turned back for a while then heard her say, "You want to talk to me right?"
"Right. I did."
He heard Hermione muttering spells to put their dining table back together. He walked over to the couch and sat down.
"Come and sit with me." He turned to look at her. She hesitated, then move to sit next to him.
He looked at her and said, "Now let's get back to business...."
A/N: Buuaaaaaahhhaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhaaaaaa. I think that was the gayest part of this whole story so far. But was I mean to stop it there??????? Well if I was, sorry, I got a sore arm today.
Love or Hate?
Hermione walked out of the classroom to find Ron and Harry waiting for her. She put on a fake smile as they walked towards her. She didn't feel like talking to them, she needed time alone.
"What's wrong, 'Mione? We saw you crying in class." Said Harry.
Ron quickly said, "What did Malfoy say to you?"
"Oh, it was nothing." She said. She saw them raise their eye brows.
"Yeah right 'Mione, we saw you, okay. Don't try and lie to us." Said Harry.
"It was nothing, okay? It's none of your business, don't try and talk to me about it, okay?"
She brushed past them angrily. Why did Harry and Ron always try and but into her problems. It was sort of annoying at times.
She quickly walked to her next class.
*****************
Draco's POV
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco watched Hermione from afar as she walked into the Great Hall for lunch. He sighed, he crossed his arms, put them on the table and rested his chin on them.
He was practically miserable. He sighed again and pushed his plate forward. He didn't feel like eating. He hadn't eaten anything for the whole day so far.
"Have it." Said Draco. He gestured to his plate when he saw Goyle glance at him.
"Duh....thanks mate." Replied Goyle in his stupid voice.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh Drakie!!!!!!" yelled Pansy as she entered the hall.
He glanced at her and sighed, yet again. She didn't make him feel better at all. Maybe even worse.
She sat right next to him. "What's wrong with you?"
He looked at her and raised an eye brow. Then replied, "Since when did you care. I heard you've been fucking with some guy in Ravenclaw or something."
She frowned at him. Then she said, "NO! It was a Hufflepuff guy." She looked surprised at herself and covered her mouth. Draco found himself raising both his eye brows. He turned to look at Goyle.
He shrugged and looked at him and said, "She's been like that since potions. Probably something wrong with her potion."
She blushed deeply and ran out of the hall. He stood up and turned just in time to see Hermione leave too. He walked slowly to the exit. He felt weird again. Only harder.
Hermione's POV
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She was very quiet for the rest of the day, or so people told her. She didn't talk to Harry and Ron. She ignored them for most of the day.
She gave a gigantic sigh as she walked to Amelia (girl in the portrait door). Amelia gave her a sympathetic look.
"What is wrong my dear?" Amelia asked.
"Long story Amelia." Said Hermione. She walked into the common room. Her classes had just finished. She had run to her common room to be by herself for a while.
She thought to herself, What do I need to calm me down............. Music, yes, music, that's what I need.
With a flick of her wand, Hermione stacked the 9 chairs on top of each other and put it aside to the corner of the room. Then she transfigured the table to a big, black, shiny piano and the last chair into a long black one (you know the ones you see with the pianos that can fit like, 4 people on it.).
She sat down and practised a bit on the piano. It had been a while since she had played on a piano. No-body but her parents knew that she had piano lessons on the holidays since her first year. She wasn't a professional, but her parents told her she was really good now.
She flexed hands and started to play one of her favourite songs, Predictable. (this is Delta Goodrem's song, I really love her music. So every one support Delta through her cancer problem. ;) )
*music starts to play*
"I smile
You say I take your breath away,
You say you love me and you make
All the right promises to break.
And when I turn around,
You're always there like that's a proof
You really care, but I
I see right through you and I think
to myself
You're just so predictable
............
.........."
She sang beautifully. She continued to play. Not hearing the portrait door swing open.
At the end of the song, she stopped and sighed. Then out of no where, a voice said quietly, "That was beautiful.... Hermione."
She turned around to see a pair of faint blue eyes staring at her. She gasped and turned away. Oh my bloody god, she thought.
****************
Draco's POV
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco walked slowly to his common room in deep thought. He had told Hermione to meet him in the common room to talk. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted to talk about. He had been trying to think of something to come up with.
As he walked to Amelia, he heard music from inside. Quickly, he muttered 'Ton tongue toffee' to Amelia and swung the door open.
And there was Hermione, playing on a Black, sleek piano. She was singing too. One of the most angelic voices he had ever heard. She plays and sings well too, he thought.
Not wanting to disturb Hermione, he leaned against the door frame and quietly listen to her play.
As she finished the song, she stopped and sighed. Then before he could stop himself, he announced his arrival by saying, "That was beautiful........ Hermione."
She turned and looked at him straight in the eye. She turned away and gasped. He stared at her turned back for a while then heard her say, "You want to talk to me right?"
"Right. I did."
He heard Hermione muttering spells to put their dining table back together. He walked over to the couch and sat down.
"Come and sit with me." He turned to look at her. She hesitated, then move to sit next to him.
He looked at her and said, "Now let's get back to business...."
A/N: Buuaaaaaahhhaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhaaaaaa. I think that was the gayest part of this whole story so far. But was I mean to stop it there??????? Well if I was, sorry, I got a sore arm today.