~Again, Thank you so much to all my reviewers! They made me so happy! I've been doing a lot of stuff to get inspiration for the story. I think I've got some good idea's now, so here it goes!~
~Chapter 3~
Draco walked about halfway down the corridor before leaning against the wall for support. He felt so confused inside. Like all his emotions were fighting to the death with each other. He felt tears running down his face, not for the first time that day. He was disgusted with himself for doing so, but he couldn't help it. All day the Gryffindors, and even some Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws had been glaring at him. Normally he wouldn't give a shit about what other people thought of him, but this was different. For the first time he felt like he deserved the glaring, and the rude comments. He had almost killed one of their friends. He had almost taken the life of an innocent girl. Now the whole world was against him. He knew he was a bad person. He didn't deserve anymore than to die.
That day Draco had received an owl from his father,
Draco,
What is wrong with you? You stupid boy. Is the life your mother and I have given you not good enough? You are nothing but a spoiled brat. If you wanted to die so much, you should have done it. I don't need to waste my time over you. I would have forgiven you, for killing the mudblood, but you didn't even manage to do that right. Go ahead and kill yourself. I have no need for you anymore, and neither does the Dark Lord.
Don't expect to ever hear from me again.
Draco had almost been looking forward to seeing Madame Moyse, the counselor her had been given . But when he had walked in to see Hermione he couldn't take it. He didn't deserve to ever look at her again. He had to leave. So he did.
He felt someone grab his hand, and he whirled around. He was face to face with Hermione. She had a worried smile on her face. Draco quickly looked away. "Draco. . ." She began slowly, "Come on, lets go back to the room. We can just talk. Okay? Please. I just want to talk to you."
He let himself be steered back into the charms classroom. She sat down in a chair, he sat down across from her, but still couldn't look her in the eye. They sat there for awhile. Neither knew exactly how to start, or what to say.
Finally Hermione said, "How was your day today Draco?" Draco fought back the tears as he said, "Okay" "Great. Want to tell me about it? What did you do?" Draco didn't answer.
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Hermione had never felt so uncomfortable in her life. She had no idea what to say. So she said this, "Draco? Do you want me to leave? I can understand if you don't want me here, and the last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable." Again Draco didn't say anything. Hermione's heart fell, she got up, and made her way to the door. She had her hand on the knob when Draco said, "Why?" Hermione turned around, he was still in the chair, his back to her. "Why what?" "Why are you here?". Hermione didn't know what to say. I mean, what was she supposed to say? Because I care about you? No. That would freak him out. "Because...I just wanted to make sure you're okay." Great Hermione thought. That was stupid, he probably hates me even more now.
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Draco held his breath and turned in his seat to look at her. She was standing there looking at him. He could tell that she wasn't lying. That was the first time anyone had ever said that to him. No one had ever said it. Never in his whole life, had he heard those words directed at him. He felt some of the fighting inside him stop. He looked at Hermione as he never had before. She was still looking at him. Now that he thought of it, she was beautiful, really. He felt as though he had a connection with her now. "Will you sit with me?" He asked. He hoped that she still would. She crossed the room, and sat down in front of him. He decided to start this time. "Hermione, I'm really sorry."
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Hermione knew he must be talking about: shooting her. She was happy that he was starting to open up to her.
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Hermione smiled a warm smile at him and said, "It's okay Draco, don't apologize." She didn't understand, "No it's not," He said "From the first time we met, I have been nothing but an idiot to you. Over, and over again, I have embarrassed you and your friends. I have insulted you endlessly. And... and... I'm so sorry." He felt tears falling down his face again. He didn't try to stop them. He wanted to say what was on his mind before he lost his courage. "And then, after all I have done to you, you still found it in your heart to believe in me, when all my hope was lost. And you ended up hurt. Hurt in a way far more deadly than name calling, and humiliation." Draco could hardly see through the tears now. Hermione's figure was blurred. He couldn't believe himself. He could not believe that he had been such a bastard his whole life. "And even after almost facing death because of me, you still come back to me, and offer to help me. Hermione, I don't deserve this. I don't deserve your kindness. I don't deserve..." Draco couldn't take the thoughts going through his head. Here, in front of him, was an angel. She shouldn't be there with him. He felt Hermione's hand hold his, and her other hand wiping the tears from his face. He looked up at her. She was smiling at him, tears also rolling down her cheeks. "Draco, I don't care about all that. Just talk to me. That's all I want. Please, just let me be here for you." Draco gripped her hand more firmly in reply.
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Do you guys think this is too corny? I'm not trying to make it that way, but just let me know is it's coming off that way okay? I'm also trying to make the chapters longer, but It's hard. There's only so much I want to say in one chapter, and I don't want to lengthen it in fluff, you know? Okay, I'm just rambling! Thanks for reading, and let me know what you think.:)
~Chapter 3~
Draco walked about halfway down the corridor before leaning against the wall for support. He felt so confused inside. Like all his emotions were fighting to the death with each other. He felt tears running down his face, not for the first time that day. He was disgusted with himself for doing so, but he couldn't help it. All day the Gryffindors, and even some Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws had been glaring at him. Normally he wouldn't give a shit about what other people thought of him, but this was different. For the first time he felt like he deserved the glaring, and the rude comments. He had almost killed one of their friends. He had almost taken the life of an innocent girl. Now the whole world was against him. He knew he was a bad person. He didn't deserve anymore than to die.
That day Draco had received an owl from his father,
Draco,
What is wrong with you? You stupid boy. Is the life your mother and I have given you not good enough? You are nothing but a spoiled brat. If you wanted to die so much, you should have done it. I don't need to waste my time over you. I would have forgiven you, for killing the mudblood, but you didn't even manage to do that right. Go ahead and kill yourself. I have no need for you anymore, and neither does the Dark Lord.
Don't expect to ever hear from me again.
Draco had almost been looking forward to seeing Madame Moyse, the counselor her had been given . But when he had walked in to see Hermione he couldn't take it. He didn't deserve to ever look at her again. He had to leave. So he did.
He felt someone grab his hand, and he whirled around. He was face to face with Hermione. She had a worried smile on her face. Draco quickly looked away. "Draco. . ." She began slowly, "Come on, lets go back to the room. We can just talk. Okay? Please. I just want to talk to you."
He let himself be steered back into the charms classroom. She sat down in a chair, he sat down across from her, but still couldn't look her in the eye. They sat there for awhile. Neither knew exactly how to start, or what to say.
Finally Hermione said, "How was your day today Draco?" Draco fought back the tears as he said, "Okay" "Great. Want to tell me about it? What did you do?" Draco didn't answer.
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Hermione had never felt so uncomfortable in her life. She had no idea what to say. So she said this, "Draco? Do you want me to leave? I can understand if you don't want me here, and the last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable." Again Draco didn't say anything. Hermione's heart fell, she got up, and made her way to the door. She had her hand on the knob when Draco said, "Why?" Hermione turned around, he was still in the chair, his back to her. "Why what?" "Why are you here?". Hermione didn't know what to say. I mean, what was she supposed to say? Because I care about you? No. That would freak him out. "Because...I just wanted to make sure you're okay." Great Hermione thought. That was stupid, he probably hates me even more now.
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Draco held his breath and turned in his seat to look at her. She was standing there looking at him. He could tell that she wasn't lying. That was the first time anyone had ever said that to him. No one had ever said it. Never in his whole life, had he heard those words directed at him. He felt some of the fighting inside him stop. He looked at Hermione as he never had before. She was still looking at him. Now that he thought of it, she was beautiful, really. He felt as though he had a connection with her now. "Will you sit with me?" He asked. He hoped that she still would. She crossed the room, and sat down in front of him. He decided to start this time. "Hermione, I'm really sorry."
~*~*~*~*~
Hermione knew he must be talking about: shooting her. She was happy that he was starting to open up to her.
~*~*~*~*~
Hermione smiled a warm smile at him and said, "It's okay Draco, don't apologize." She didn't understand, "No it's not," He said "From the first time we met, I have been nothing but an idiot to you. Over, and over again, I have embarrassed you and your friends. I have insulted you endlessly. And... and... I'm so sorry." He felt tears falling down his face again. He didn't try to stop them. He wanted to say what was on his mind before he lost his courage. "And then, after all I have done to you, you still found it in your heart to believe in me, when all my hope was lost. And you ended up hurt. Hurt in a way far more deadly than name calling, and humiliation." Draco could hardly see through the tears now. Hermione's figure was blurred. He couldn't believe himself. He could not believe that he had been such a bastard his whole life. "And even after almost facing death because of me, you still come back to me, and offer to help me. Hermione, I don't deserve this. I don't deserve your kindness. I don't deserve..." Draco couldn't take the thoughts going through his head. Here, in front of him, was an angel. She shouldn't be there with him. He felt Hermione's hand hold his, and her other hand wiping the tears from his face. He looked up at her. She was smiling at him, tears also rolling down her cheeks. "Draco, I don't care about all that. Just talk to me. That's all I want. Please, just let me be here for you." Draco gripped her hand more firmly in reply.
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Do you guys think this is too corny? I'm not trying to make it that way, but just let me know is it's coming off that way okay? I'm also trying to make the chapters longer, but It's hard. There's only so much I want to say in one chapter, and I don't want to lengthen it in fluff, you know? Okay, I'm just rambling! Thanks for reading, and let me know what you think.:)