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FracturedFaerie- Hermione was mad about Draco calling her a drunk because she has always been good and nothing about her has changed except her appearance.
that-silent-scream24- Well, Hermione forgets about how Draco has acted to her before because she is not exactly thinking about that at the time. Would you think about that if Draco was kissing you?
Aaron Combs- Thank you for liking my "love-triangle"! I am not really a person to do only one thing in a story. I am probably just going to do a lot of both sex and plot so that it will attract both crowds.
limegreenelf- I think I may just wait a while before letting you know who the mystery person was, but I am willing to leave clues. Do you want me to leave clues?
TheDragonDancer- Thank you for the complement and that is very nice of you. Oh, look, another chapter!
DGloveangel- I hope you are not dead yet! Thank you for your review and also for your review on my other story.
MARYEL- Thank you for your review.
RitzBitz- Look! There's more!
oreo69not96- Yeah, he is really mean, but hey, he is Draco Malfoy. And he hasn't changed either.
Soon2BeDirector- Yeah, I suppose she would be embarrassed. Maybe it was Draco. But what if it wasn't. Muahahahah, muahahahah.
noprobro- You're at the right place then.
Chapter 4. Draco and Caring
Hermione's P.O.V.
Hermione stood there, leaning against the wall. Trying to regain her breath. Merlin, did Dra...had it been Draco? He had never said his name and she hadn't seen his face. It had to have been him; he was the only one who knew the password, right? No, there was Harry and Ron, and of course Draco could have very well told all of Slytherin House.
"Well that narrows my choices dramatically doesn't it" Hermione thought sarcastically. "What if it was Ron, or Harry? They would never forgive me. But it couldn't have been either of them, the person kissed me after I said Draco's name and he also called me Granger. That only leaves all of Slytherin. Well, all of male Slytherin." Get your mind out of the gutter Granger.
Hermione straightened her clothes so they didn't look like she had fallen asleep in them one night and worn them the next day. She hated messy clothing. She walked over to her wand, which was lying in the middle of the room. She held it in her hand, looking it over to make sure it wasn't harmed.
"Yes, Hermione. Worry about the wand more then anything else. That's so typical of me." Hermione thought sneering at herself.
"I wonder where Draco is?" Hermione thought out loud.
Draco's P.O.V.
Right on cue Draco walked through the portrait hole.
Draco walked through the portrait hole into the common room to find a very confused looking Hermione.
"What's with her?" He thought.
"Granger." He said while coming to a stop by her.
"Hmm. Oh...um...Draco. I mean what?" Hermione said shaking herself and looking at me in a startled way.
"You called me "Granger"." Hermione said looking at me with stern, questioning eyes. Her eyebrows furrowing "Why?"
"Damn. What's with her? She acts like she doesn't know who she is." Draco thought to himself
He raised one eyebrow at her and said, "That's your name. What the hells the matter with you?" he questioned, "Are you drunk or something?" he smirked at her.
Hermione's eyes started to blaze. "How dare you think of me as a drunk. And I know that my last name is..." slap, "Granger!" With that she kneed him in a not so welcome place.
Draco sat on the carpet in front of Hermione holding his manhood in pain. She reached out and shoved him onto the carpet and paused. She got a look of realization at what he was going to do to her when he got up. She bolted. Draco stood up and ran after her grabbing her wrist and turning her around in one swift moment. He grabbed her other wrist and pushed her against the wall.
"How dare you, you little bitch!" Draco spat at her. Hermione winced.
"Well, maybe you shouldn't have called me a drunk!" Hermione spat back, gaining her composure again.
"Why do you have to be so damn brave?" Draco yelled.
"Maybe it's because I am a Gryffindor you little prat." Hermione said calming down a bit.
Draco released her, and walked over to the couch. He slammed down on it and closed his eyes.
"What were you doing standing in the middle of the common room anyway?" Draco said icily
"I was thinking." Hermione replied back, "What does it matter to you?"
"Well, I personally find it a bit strange to walk into a room and find someone standing in the middle of it in a daze. Do you not?" Draco spat at her
"Yes, but that's not the point. I believe I can do whatever I want." Hermione retorted and stomped off to her room slamming the door
"Women!" Draco thought angrily. Where did she get off kneeing him? She was just a filthy mudblood. But damn he couldn't get her out of his mind.
"Aaaarrrrhhh!" Draco screamed and banged his head on the couch.
Draco got up after a while and decided to go hex a few fourth years and find Pansy for a little "Help" with something.
Hermione's P.O.V.
Hermione woke up the next morning and made her bed, took a shower, and got dressed. She walked out of her room to the common room. She walked over to the bookshelf and grabbed her book (It's Hogwarts a History II from Harry!) and plopped down on the couch.
"Mmmmhhh." The couch said
Hermione jumped up and looked at the couch. The couch hadn't said anything, (I wouldn't be surprised if it had.) it was Draco. Hermione giggled. Draco was lying on the couch in a pair of black jeans hugging Hermione's teddy bear with Crookshanks lying on his back.
"No, no father; don't hurt Chase." Draco mumbled in his sleep. "I know he's a muggleborn but that doesn't mean he deserves to die, he's my friend."
Did Hermione just hear what she thought she heard? Was Malfoy just begging his father to save a muggleborn? And why did he call him a muggleborn and not a mudblood? Was he just dreaming or was he remembering. Hermione wondered if Draco had ever had friends who were muggleborn as a child. Had his father killed the muggleborn boy she wondered? Suddenly she felt sorry for Draco and sat down beside him. She brushed aside a strand of his platinum blonde hair behind his ear.
"Get off Pansy!" Draco said and opened his eyes, "Granger! Get your filthy mudblood hands off me!"
"I...I'm sorry Draco." Hermione said and ran out of the common room
Hermione ran towards the library with her book in hand. Once there she found her favorite table and reading chair and dropped into it. Had Draco had muggleborns as friends? Maybe he rejected them because he was afraid of his father. And maybe she cared too much.
Still Hermione's P.O.V.
Yes, that was it. She simply cared too much. But she could never see Draco Malfoy as a person to be afraid of his father; but what if he was.
"Then you would feel sorry for him and never look at or think about him in the same way." her mind said to her simply, "And why in hell did you apologize to him after he screamed at you? Since when have you been a person to apologize to a Malfoy?" her mind barked.
"Since that god damn kiss he gave me and when he was nice to me at Diagon Alley." She said in her mind.
"Okay 1: He was only nice because he didn't know who you were. And 2: He only kissed you because he was attracted to you." Her mind said in a matter-o-fact voice.
"I'm beginning to wonder if I am going insane. Really, talking to myself in the library like an idiot." She laughed out loud.
Hermione opened her book and started to read. She would just sit here and read until class started. Yes, she would do just that.
"I wonder what Draco is doing?" her brain questioned. "What? Stop that, its annoying." no reply.
"Why can't I get him out of my mind?" Hermione said to herself aloud.
"Who?" a voice said.
Hermione jumped in her chair and turned around. Harry was standing right behind her and leaning on her chair.
"How long have you been there?" She hissed.
"Long enough to wonder who "he" is." Harry remarked grinning in a devilish way.
"Harry James Potter! If you don't tell me exactly what you heard I will hex you." She said pouncing on him and knocking him to the floor. She was now sitting on top of his chest.
"Alright, alright! Let's just say it this way; I don't think you crazy for talking to yourself." He smirked.
"Harry! Why did you just stand there listening to me?" She questioned him.
"I don't know. I just wanted to know what, or whom you were thinking about." Harry said grinning up at her.
Hermione had to think fast, "If you must know, I was thinking about you." Hermione said quickly.
"Well, that is very nice to know my dear lady." Harry said and rolled her over so he was on top, "Because I was thinking about you when I found you here."
"And why were you thinking of me, do say good sir." she said to him.
"Because I couldn't find you to come and eat." Harry replied.
Harry got off of her and stood up. He reached for her hand and pulled her up. He held out his arm for her and she took it and they strolled out of the library together.
Hermione's P.O.V.
In The Great Hall
Once in the Great Hall, they found their seats (Not without releasing their locked arms though.) and sat down.
"Hello Ron. How are you this morning?" Hermione said.
"I'mfmf fminfe." Ron mumbled between chews.
"Harry, did you understand that?" Hermione questioned Harry.
"I do believe he said "I'm fine" though I am not quite sure." Harry remarked.
Hermione and Harry burst out laughing when Ron gave them a look. Ron put down his fork and his roll and one of his eyebrows went up.
"What the bloody 'ells the matter with the two of you." Ron said, "Is there something the matter?"
"No." giggle, "It's just," giggle, "that you," laugh, "had the funniest," snort, "look on your face." Hermione managed to say before going into another fit of giggles at Ron's incredulous look. Harry joined in with a lot of laughing himself.
"They've gone bloody mad." Ron said to no one in particular. "No we haven't Ron, it's just that look on your face was so funny." Harry said calmly while holding a hand over Hermione's mouth to stop her from giggling to death.
"Quite funny." Hermione remarked through Harry's hand after she had stopped giggling.
"Oh, sorry Mione, you just couldn't stop giggling." Harry said to her and pulled his hand off of her mouth.
"They've gone mad." Ron remarked again and went back to eating.
(Meanwhile back at the motel! Common room rather.)
Draco's P.O.V.
Draco stared after her back as she ran out of the common rooms exit.
"Good bloody riddance!" he yelled at her when the painting closed, "Damn!"
"What the bloody hell was she doing brushing her hand across my face anyway?" He thought and sat up.
He stood and picked up his shirt off of the coffee table.
"Pansy." He said aloud with utter disgust.
He carried it into his room and threw it on his bed. He then walked into the bathroom and stripped down. He stepped into the shower and turned it own. He stood there washing himself in the scolding hot water. He needed to get the stench of Pansy off of himself.
He stepped out of the shower ten minutes later, turned the water off, and wrapped a fluffy green towel around his waist. Draco walked into his bedroom to his closet and pulled on black boxers, a black shirt and black jeans. He then slid his robes on and walked to the Great Hall.
He plopped himself down between Crabbe and Goyle and started to pile his plate with food. He had just started eating when in walked Potter and Granger.
"I wonder what they have been up to." He thought, "Just this once I think I will let them go and not bother them...so I can eat." He said in his mind again.
He then turned around and started to eat again. He was halfway done when a muffled giggling sound came from the Gryffindor table. He spun around to find the source of it and saw Hermione laughing. He wished he could make her laugh, just once. But he was not that kind of person; he was the kind of person to make fun of people.
He stood up and strode over to Hermione's table.
Need...reviews. Can't...type.........much...................................................longer. Oh............no!
FracturedFaerie- Hermione was mad about Draco calling her a drunk because she has always been good and nothing about her has changed except her appearance.
that-silent-scream24- Well, Hermione forgets about how Draco has acted to her before because she is not exactly thinking about that at the time. Would you think about that if Draco was kissing you?
Aaron Combs- Thank you for liking my "love-triangle"! I am not really a person to do only one thing in a story. I am probably just going to do a lot of both sex and plot so that it will attract both crowds.
limegreenelf- I think I may just wait a while before letting you know who the mystery person was, but I am willing to leave clues. Do you want me to leave clues?
TheDragonDancer- Thank you for the complement and that is very nice of you. Oh, look, another chapter!
DGloveangel- I hope you are not dead yet! Thank you for your review and also for your review on my other story.
MARYEL- Thank you for your review.
RitzBitz- Look! There's more!
oreo69not96- Yeah, he is really mean, but hey, he is Draco Malfoy. And he hasn't changed either.
Soon2BeDirector- Yeah, I suppose she would be embarrassed. Maybe it was Draco. But what if it wasn't. Muahahahah, muahahahah.
noprobro- You're at the right place then.
Chapter 4. Draco and Caring
Hermione's P.O.V.
Hermione stood there, leaning against the wall. Trying to regain her breath. Merlin, did Dra...had it been Draco? He had never said his name and she hadn't seen his face. It had to have been him; he was the only one who knew the password, right? No, there was Harry and Ron, and of course Draco could have very well told all of Slytherin House.
"Well that narrows my choices dramatically doesn't it" Hermione thought sarcastically. "What if it was Ron, or Harry? They would never forgive me. But it couldn't have been either of them, the person kissed me after I said Draco's name and he also called me Granger. That only leaves all of Slytherin. Well, all of male Slytherin." Get your mind out of the gutter Granger.
Hermione straightened her clothes so they didn't look like she had fallen asleep in them one night and worn them the next day. She hated messy clothing. She walked over to her wand, which was lying in the middle of the room. She held it in her hand, looking it over to make sure it wasn't harmed.
"Yes, Hermione. Worry about the wand more then anything else. That's so typical of me." Hermione thought sneering at herself.
"I wonder where Draco is?" Hermione thought out loud.
Draco's P.O.V.
Right on cue Draco walked through the portrait hole.
Draco walked through the portrait hole into the common room to find a very confused looking Hermione.
"What's with her?" He thought.
"Granger." He said while coming to a stop by her.
"Hmm. Oh...um...Draco. I mean what?" Hermione said shaking herself and looking at me in a startled way.
"You called me "Granger"." Hermione said looking at me with stern, questioning eyes. Her eyebrows furrowing "Why?"
"Damn. What's with her? She acts like she doesn't know who she is." Draco thought to himself
He raised one eyebrow at her and said, "That's your name. What the hells the matter with you?" he questioned, "Are you drunk or something?" he smirked at her.
Hermione's eyes started to blaze. "How dare you think of me as a drunk. And I know that my last name is..." slap, "Granger!" With that she kneed him in a not so welcome place.
Draco sat on the carpet in front of Hermione holding his manhood in pain. She reached out and shoved him onto the carpet and paused. She got a look of realization at what he was going to do to her when he got up. She bolted. Draco stood up and ran after her grabbing her wrist and turning her around in one swift moment. He grabbed her other wrist and pushed her against the wall.
"How dare you, you little bitch!" Draco spat at her. Hermione winced.
"Well, maybe you shouldn't have called me a drunk!" Hermione spat back, gaining her composure again.
"Why do you have to be so damn brave?" Draco yelled.
"Maybe it's because I am a Gryffindor you little prat." Hermione said calming down a bit.
Draco released her, and walked over to the couch. He slammed down on it and closed his eyes.
"What were you doing standing in the middle of the common room anyway?" Draco said icily
"I was thinking." Hermione replied back, "What does it matter to you?"
"Well, I personally find it a bit strange to walk into a room and find someone standing in the middle of it in a daze. Do you not?" Draco spat at her
"Yes, but that's not the point. I believe I can do whatever I want." Hermione retorted and stomped off to her room slamming the door
"Women!" Draco thought angrily. Where did she get off kneeing him? She was just a filthy mudblood. But damn he couldn't get her out of his mind.
"Aaaarrrrhhh!" Draco screamed and banged his head on the couch.
Draco got up after a while and decided to go hex a few fourth years and find Pansy for a little "Help" with something.
Hermione's P.O.V.
Hermione woke up the next morning and made her bed, took a shower, and got dressed. She walked out of her room to the common room. She walked over to the bookshelf and grabbed her book (It's Hogwarts a History II from Harry!) and plopped down on the couch.
"Mmmmhhh." The couch said
Hermione jumped up and looked at the couch. The couch hadn't said anything, (I wouldn't be surprised if it had.) it was Draco. Hermione giggled. Draco was lying on the couch in a pair of black jeans hugging Hermione's teddy bear with Crookshanks lying on his back.
"No, no father; don't hurt Chase." Draco mumbled in his sleep. "I know he's a muggleborn but that doesn't mean he deserves to die, he's my friend."
Did Hermione just hear what she thought she heard? Was Malfoy just begging his father to save a muggleborn? And why did he call him a muggleborn and not a mudblood? Was he just dreaming or was he remembering. Hermione wondered if Draco had ever had friends who were muggleborn as a child. Had his father killed the muggleborn boy she wondered? Suddenly she felt sorry for Draco and sat down beside him. She brushed aside a strand of his platinum blonde hair behind his ear.
"Get off Pansy!" Draco said and opened his eyes, "Granger! Get your filthy mudblood hands off me!"
"I...I'm sorry Draco." Hermione said and ran out of the common room
Hermione ran towards the library with her book in hand. Once there she found her favorite table and reading chair and dropped into it. Had Draco had muggleborns as friends? Maybe he rejected them because he was afraid of his father. And maybe she cared too much.
Still Hermione's P.O.V.
Yes, that was it. She simply cared too much. But she could never see Draco Malfoy as a person to be afraid of his father; but what if he was.
"Then you would feel sorry for him and never look at or think about him in the same way." her mind said to her simply, "And why in hell did you apologize to him after he screamed at you? Since when have you been a person to apologize to a Malfoy?" her mind barked.
"Since that god damn kiss he gave me and when he was nice to me at Diagon Alley." She said in her mind.
"Okay 1: He was only nice because he didn't know who you were. And 2: He only kissed you because he was attracted to you." Her mind said in a matter-o-fact voice.
"I'm beginning to wonder if I am going insane. Really, talking to myself in the library like an idiot." She laughed out loud.
Hermione opened her book and started to read. She would just sit here and read until class started. Yes, she would do just that.
"I wonder what Draco is doing?" her brain questioned. "What? Stop that, its annoying." no reply.
"Why can't I get him out of my mind?" Hermione said to herself aloud.
"Who?" a voice said.
Hermione jumped in her chair and turned around. Harry was standing right behind her and leaning on her chair.
"How long have you been there?" She hissed.
"Long enough to wonder who "he" is." Harry remarked grinning in a devilish way.
"Harry James Potter! If you don't tell me exactly what you heard I will hex you." She said pouncing on him and knocking him to the floor. She was now sitting on top of his chest.
"Alright, alright! Let's just say it this way; I don't think you crazy for talking to yourself." He smirked.
"Harry! Why did you just stand there listening to me?" She questioned him.
"I don't know. I just wanted to know what, or whom you were thinking about." Harry said grinning up at her.
Hermione had to think fast, "If you must know, I was thinking about you." Hermione said quickly.
"Well, that is very nice to know my dear lady." Harry said and rolled her over so he was on top, "Because I was thinking about you when I found you here."
"And why were you thinking of me, do say good sir." she said to him.
"Because I couldn't find you to come and eat." Harry replied.
Harry got off of her and stood up. He reached for her hand and pulled her up. He held out his arm for her and she took it and they strolled out of the library together.
Hermione's P.O.V.
In The Great Hall
Once in the Great Hall, they found their seats (Not without releasing their locked arms though.) and sat down.
"Hello Ron. How are you this morning?" Hermione said.
"I'mfmf fminfe." Ron mumbled between chews.
"Harry, did you understand that?" Hermione questioned Harry.
"I do believe he said "I'm fine" though I am not quite sure." Harry remarked.
Hermione and Harry burst out laughing when Ron gave them a look. Ron put down his fork and his roll and one of his eyebrows went up.
"What the bloody 'ells the matter with the two of you." Ron said, "Is there something the matter?"
"No." giggle, "It's just," giggle, "that you," laugh, "had the funniest," snort, "look on your face." Hermione managed to say before going into another fit of giggles at Ron's incredulous look. Harry joined in with a lot of laughing himself.
"They've gone bloody mad." Ron said to no one in particular. "No we haven't Ron, it's just that look on your face was so funny." Harry said calmly while holding a hand over Hermione's mouth to stop her from giggling to death.
"Quite funny." Hermione remarked through Harry's hand after she had stopped giggling.
"Oh, sorry Mione, you just couldn't stop giggling." Harry said to her and pulled his hand off of her mouth.
"They've gone mad." Ron remarked again and went back to eating.
(Meanwhile back at the motel! Common room rather.)
Draco's P.O.V.
Draco stared after her back as she ran out of the common rooms exit.
"Good bloody riddance!" he yelled at her when the painting closed, "Damn!"
"What the bloody hell was she doing brushing her hand across my face anyway?" He thought and sat up.
He stood and picked up his shirt off of the coffee table.
"Pansy." He said aloud with utter disgust.
He carried it into his room and threw it on his bed. He then walked into the bathroom and stripped down. He stepped into the shower and turned it own. He stood there washing himself in the scolding hot water. He needed to get the stench of Pansy off of himself.
He stepped out of the shower ten minutes later, turned the water off, and wrapped a fluffy green towel around his waist. Draco walked into his bedroom to his closet and pulled on black boxers, a black shirt and black jeans. He then slid his robes on and walked to the Great Hall.
He plopped himself down between Crabbe and Goyle and started to pile his plate with food. He had just started eating when in walked Potter and Granger.
"I wonder what they have been up to." He thought, "Just this once I think I will let them go and not bother them...so I can eat." He said in his mind again.
He then turned around and started to eat again. He was halfway done when a muffled giggling sound came from the Gryffindor table. He spun around to find the source of it and saw Hermione laughing. He wished he could make her laugh, just once. But he was not that kind of person; he was the kind of person to make fun of people.
He stood up and strode over to Hermione's table.