A/N: I have nothing to say - it is 8:27 in the morning and I am on fall
break - I am still sleeping, so forgive me if this chapter sucks. Real
quick question-- who thinks Beckham - the soccer player- is hot??
Disclaimer: The plot (I hope it is original, but thanks to one of my reviewers, she helped me invent a plot.)
Dedications to: Arianne Stout, Lavender Baby, Rachel, Jake (love you), paprika90, and to all my other reviewers. (Madame Plot Bunnie) Lynne - interesting theory!
Hermione went down to the kitchen to sneak some food, since she hadn't eaten for around 24 hours now. Since lunchtime had already passed an hour or so ago, she would just loaded up on some stuff that she could hide in her bedroom for later snacks.
When she entered the kitchen, about six or seven house-elves rushed up to her and asked her, "What does Miss Granger want to eat?" She said, "Please don't bother to get it for me - if Perch would show me the way to the pantry, which would be by far the best thing for me. You are not to wait on me while I stay here - hopefully for not that long."
Perch, the extremely large house-elf, led her to the pantry and refrigerator. She asked him to gather a large bag to put it in. When he returned almost one entire shelf was bare. Hermione decided if she was going to be kept for very long, she might as well gather up some food to last a week. She thought that if she snuck down to the kitchen very often, it would look suspicious to Malfoy. Her plan was to not eat anything he gave her, so he would let her go.
She returned to her room, emptied the contents of the canvas bag and hid them between the mattresses. She grabbed graham crackers and opened the package. As she munched quietly on them, there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?"
"Draco - dinner will be ready in around one hour. In the top dresser drawer there is a pair of jeans and a shirt. Wear those - and get used to them, as those are your only clothes besides the ones you are wearing now."
She sighed and thought, "I have only a pair of jeans (eew) and a tank top," as she looked in the top bureau drawer. It will have to do for now she thought.
One hour later
Hermione came down the stairs mutely and walked into the dining room to see two plates, one on either side of an oval shaped table. On each plate was a very good-looking meal - spaghetti. It was sprinkled with mozzarella cheese and it looked so yummy. She wasn't going to eat. She would just sit there like a dummy and twirl it around on her fork.
Draco came into the room to see Hermione just looking at the meal with longing. He knew she would be hungry and eat most of it.
"Go ahead, sit down Granger - it won't bite you." Draco smirked
"Fine."
She sat down and just stared at Draco. She really wanted to know why he had brought her here. She was confused and she was worried about the Weasley's. She had to call them or tell Draco to call them, and tell them Hermione was okay.
"Why did you bring me here Malfoy?" She cried her anger and confusion finally at the breaking point. She shoved the plate of food away from her and spilled the contents of the flask of liquid. It quickly stained the white lace tablecloth
He suddenly stood up with a growl on his face. "I can't believe I told myself that you could possibly understand this, but you have to know. I love you, okay! I have ever since The Sorting Ceremony. It broke my heart when you were sorted into Gryffindor house. Even though at first it was a crush and then it turned into something, and it was so real in my mind. Do you remember that in sixth and seventh year, I finally gave up insulting you? It just turned to silence because I couldn't take it when I hurt your feelings. I only made those remarks when Harry Potter or Weasley was around. You mean so much to me, I watched you every day at Hogwarts, and I was so jealous of Ron. I never meant to hurt you Hermione!" He yelled at her.
Hermione just sat there with a shocked expression on her face. She was so surprised. Her longtime enemy - just told her he loved her. That was... so stupid. It couldn't be true. This was just a nightmare from hell. She closed her eyes and didn't want it to be true. She stood up suddenly and knocked over her chair- it made a loud clattering. She ran up to her room, tears welling up in her eyes threatening to spill over the edge. It wasn't possible. He was a Malfoy. Malfoy's don't fall in love. They can't. He is evil and cannot be trusted she thought. As she entered her room, she let the emotions flow freely. The tears were now streaming down her face. She was so confused. She didn't know how to react or how to feel at this time. She was sad, but she didn't know why, because this was Draco Malfoy we were talking about. She was mad at him for creating so much drama and melancholy.
Enough of a chapter for you? It probably is kind of lame, but people suggested that I add some more reaction into it. Next chapter will be of mostly Draco's reaction to Hermione's reaction. Follow me? No flames unless some constructive tips or comments in there. In the words of an anonymous person sitting next to me, "hit that sexy purple button and review her story!" LOL! Until next time: Hali
Disclaimer: The plot (I hope it is original, but thanks to one of my reviewers, she helped me invent a plot.)
Dedications to: Arianne Stout, Lavender Baby, Rachel, Jake (love you), paprika90, and to all my other reviewers. (Madame Plot Bunnie) Lynne - interesting theory!
Hermione went down to the kitchen to sneak some food, since she hadn't eaten for around 24 hours now. Since lunchtime had already passed an hour or so ago, she would just loaded up on some stuff that she could hide in her bedroom for later snacks.
When she entered the kitchen, about six or seven house-elves rushed up to her and asked her, "What does Miss Granger want to eat?" She said, "Please don't bother to get it for me - if Perch would show me the way to the pantry, which would be by far the best thing for me. You are not to wait on me while I stay here - hopefully for not that long."
Perch, the extremely large house-elf, led her to the pantry and refrigerator. She asked him to gather a large bag to put it in. When he returned almost one entire shelf was bare. Hermione decided if she was going to be kept for very long, she might as well gather up some food to last a week. She thought that if she snuck down to the kitchen very often, it would look suspicious to Malfoy. Her plan was to not eat anything he gave her, so he would let her go.
She returned to her room, emptied the contents of the canvas bag and hid them between the mattresses. She grabbed graham crackers and opened the package. As she munched quietly on them, there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?"
"Draco - dinner will be ready in around one hour. In the top dresser drawer there is a pair of jeans and a shirt. Wear those - and get used to them, as those are your only clothes besides the ones you are wearing now."
She sighed and thought, "I have only a pair of jeans (eew) and a tank top," as she looked in the top bureau drawer. It will have to do for now she thought.
One hour later
Hermione came down the stairs mutely and walked into the dining room to see two plates, one on either side of an oval shaped table. On each plate was a very good-looking meal - spaghetti. It was sprinkled with mozzarella cheese and it looked so yummy. She wasn't going to eat. She would just sit there like a dummy and twirl it around on her fork.
Draco came into the room to see Hermione just looking at the meal with longing. He knew she would be hungry and eat most of it.
"Go ahead, sit down Granger - it won't bite you." Draco smirked
"Fine."
She sat down and just stared at Draco. She really wanted to know why he had brought her here. She was confused and she was worried about the Weasley's. She had to call them or tell Draco to call them, and tell them Hermione was okay.
"Why did you bring me here Malfoy?" She cried her anger and confusion finally at the breaking point. She shoved the plate of food away from her and spilled the contents of the flask of liquid. It quickly stained the white lace tablecloth
He suddenly stood up with a growl on his face. "I can't believe I told myself that you could possibly understand this, but you have to know. I love you, okay! I have ever since The Sorting Ceremony. It broke my heart when you were sorted into Gryffindor house. Even though at first it was a crush and then it turned into something, and it was so real in my mind. Do you remember that in sixth and seventh year, I finally gave up insulting you? It just turned to silence because I couldn't take it when I hurt your feelings. I only made those remarks when Harry Potter or Weasley was around. You mean so much to me, I watched you every day at Hogwarts, and I was so jealous of Ron. I never meant to hurt you Hermione!" He yelled at her.
Hermione just sat there with a shocked expression on her face. She was so surprised. Her longtime enemy - just told her he loved her. That was... so stupid. It couldn't be true. This was just a nightmare from hell. She closed her eyes and didn't want it to be true. She stood up suddenly and knocked over her chair- it made a loud clattering. She ran up to her room, tears welling up in her eyes threatening to spill over the edge. It wasn't possible. He was a Malfoy. Malfoy's don't fall in love. They can't. He is evil and cannot be trusted she thought. As she entered her room, she let the emotions flow freely. The tears were now streaming down her face. She was so confused. She didn't know how to react or how to feel at this time. She was sad, but she didn't know why, because this was Draco Malfoy we were talking about. She was mad at him for creating so much drama and melancholy.
Enough of a chapter for you? It probably is kind of lame, but people suggested that I add some more reaction into it. Next chapter will be of mostly Draco's reaction to Hermione's reaction. Follow me? No flames unless some constructive tips or comments in there. In the words of an anonymous person sitting next to me, "hit that sexy purple button and review her story!" LOL! Until next time: Hali