You Don't Love Me
Chapter 7
Author's Note: Hello all! I'm back! I am extremely sorry about that long absence, but I had a bunch of other things to do! This chapter is short, I know, but I promise to have the next chapter up within a week! Also, sorry I didn't get to do this before, HAPPY CHRISTMAS AND A MERRY NEW YEAR! Or something like that
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. At all. I'm so poor! Wah! ::breaks out into tears–again::
Hermione shuffled quickly down to Care of Magical Creatures. What was with everyone? How come everyone was acting so weird? She didn't understand. She knew that she was probably in a lot of trouble with the school, and with her friends, and Draco, so she really didn't feel like such a dreadful Care of Magical Creatures class.
Suddenly, she slipped, and fell, and to her surprise kept fallingand fallingand falling, until she sat straight up in the middle of the night in the hospital wing.
'What the frell?' (Thanks a lot, Dersi/Tersa!) she thought, looking around. 'That could not have been a dream! No frellin' way!' (Ack! I'll kill you two! Look what you did!)
Distressed, and a little disappointed, she slowly laid back down. 'And to think, Malfoy could have been all mine' Her eyes widened. 'What am I thinking? If none of that ever happened, then he is just the same he ever was. Don't start treating him differently just because of some whacked out dream.'
She stared up at the ceiling for a couple of seconds, before slowly falling back to sleep
The next morning she woke up, and nearly screamed at the sight of Draco Malfoy's face only inches away from hers. His eyes widened as he saw her awake. "Sorry!" he said hurriedly as she sat up quickly and pushed herself all the way against the wall.
"What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?" she asked with a scowl on her face.
He looked offended. "Jeez, Granger, when someone comes to see how you are, you shouldn't attack them like that!"
She willed herself to believe that the dream had never happened, and he was not really a great guy on the inside. "Why would you come to see how I am?" she asked.
At this, he blushed. "I just wanted to say sorry," he mumbled.
Her eyes widened. 'Wait a sec,' she thought. 'What's going on?' "Sorry for what?"
He looked at the ceiling. "Well, actually, sorry for calling you a Mudblood. All those times. And sorry for making fun of you. All those times. And, well, just sorry in general. Look, you don't have to accept, but I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry." And with that, he turned around and walked out of the hospital wing.
She raised a brow at his retreating form, then looked at her watch. It was really early, so she could still make it all the way back to Gryffindor Tower, take a shower, get dressed, and eat breakfast with Ron and Harry. She winced, thinking about Ron. If it was only a dream, then they were still fighting, and Ron and Lavender were still going out. She sighed, and got out of bed, ready for another fun-filled day in the life of her.
A/N: Alright, alright, I am really sorry. I have to end this here cause my mom is yelling at me to go to bed. Love ya all, and once again I promise to have the next chapter up within a week. And it will be really, really long, too!