Chapter 4. Bring me to life
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The next day, Draco woke up early hoping to talk to her but he was too late. Her bed was already made and her bag and her parchment after parchments of homework in their common room were all cleaned up. He growled in frustration. Draco Malfoy did not like being in the dark. No, sir, not at all.
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She sighed finishing up her DADA reading for today in her special table in the library. Life was too confusing. Sometimes she really did wish the whole world would just blow up. Draco Malfoy was confusing her. He couldn't know. He couldn't help. Draco shouldn't interfere with her past. Besides, when did he start caring about her anyways? But a part of her was glad someone actually cared about her. No one did. No one actually bothered to do what Draco did. Look into her eyes, her soul. And realize what it was she had desperately tried to hide. Hermione stuffed her book in her bag and walked out of the library.
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Back to Hermione Granger, the perfect know-it all bookworm.
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She saw the gray eyes watching her, seeing her. Hermione brushed it off and tried to concentrate on her food. She laughed along at something Ron had said trying to look happy and carefree as the Hermione Granger people knew her as. She half listened to Parvarti talk to her about her new conquest, Blaise Zabini. Drinking, dancing, and seducing had used to take her mind off the events of last year. The reason she started the 'bet' But Malfoy made her remember too clearly and too often.
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Somethings were meant to be forgotten.
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The rest of the day went by quickly and so did the next day. She tried to act normal all the while avoiding Draco. She answered questions in class, talked with the golden trio, and flirted with some boys. . . . . . . . . . . But Hermione Granger had bigger fish to fry. It was going to be so very hard to fry Draco Malfoy with ignoring him at the same time.
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Oh, why did he have to stare at her like that? It didn't matter did it? No one noticed anything wrong so far. And if no one did, then it wasn't likely that Draco Malfoy would find out. But Draco Malfoy was getting involved and getting to her too close. To a heart she sealed up long ago.
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He watched her through out the day and the next. Never approaching her, just observing from afar. He watched her laugh along with the golden trio. Whisper and giggle with Parvati. Give flirty smiles and looks and answer every single question in class without even breaking a sweat. But there was something definitely wrong with her laugh, her smiles, and her giggles. The way she fluttered her eyelashes and the way she giggled and blushed. Something Draco couldn't place.
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It was around 9 Hermione finally decided to talk to Draco, or more like try to screw him. At least that kept her mind off 'Him.' She threw on her pjs and ruffled her hair a bit to give the 'I'm going to bed, wanna join me?' look.
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He was again doing an essay for Binns by the fireplace. Something about the fire drew him in closer. Fire. It was such a beautiful thing. And such deadly thing too. That was why he loved it so much. He looked up from his essay when she walked out from her room, in her baby blue pj bottom and a black tank top. Her hair was down from her low pony tail. He put away his parchment as she seated herself in to his lap.
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"Whatcha doin'?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
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"Watching you."
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"Aww, Draco you've been doing that all day, you need to relax." Hermione purred and slowly kneaded his tense muscles while Draco grimaced at his new nickname. "Relax." She leaned forward and slowly sucked on his bottom lip. Her hands now massaging. . . . .elsewhere.
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Draco gave an involuntary moan and her hand slowly made their ways down his torso and down. He inhaled his breath sharply. "That's off-limits."
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She grinned at him and pulled him into another breathtaking kiss her tongue slowly forcing its way into his mouth their tongues in a silent duel. He tasted fresh and minty, bittersweet. Yes, bittersweet was the word.
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Gray met brown and everything stopped. He could swear he could hear her heartbeat thumping uncontrollably. Then it clicked. Her eyes were empty. It was vacant, hollow, bare, unfilled, cold, void of emotion. It was the missing piece. Her laughs were hollow, sad. Her smiles never reached her eyes. Never had he seen such hollow eyes. He lifted up his hand and lightly caressed her cheek. "Why are you so empty, Hermione?"
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How can you see into my eyes Like open doors Leading you down into my core Where I become so numb Without a soul My spirit sleeping somewhere cold Until you find it there And lead it back home
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"What do you mean Draco?"
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"You know what I mean. Your eyes betray you."
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Wake me up inside Wake me up inside Call my name and save me from the dark Bid my blood to run Before I come undone Save me from the nothing I've become
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"What happened to you, Hermione? The Hermione I know was always happy so full of emotions."
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"You never knew the Hermione that I was before. She died long ago."
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Now that I know what I'm without You can't just leave me. Breathe into me and make me real Bring me to life
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. "There's something more to this than the death of your mother, isn't there?"
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She buried herself into his arms and sobbed into his chest. Why did he have this effect on her?
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Bring me to life I've been living a lie There's nothing inside Bring me to life
Frozen inside without your touch Without your love, darling Only you are the life among the dead
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"Why? Why Draco? Why are you being so nice to me? Why must you make me remember? Why won't you let me forget the pain? Why? Please, don't......" She felt the tears coming on again. "Why won't you let me forget the past?" her voice was barely above a whisper.
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"I can help you."
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"You can't change the past. Somethings are just meant to be forgotten."
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All this time I can't believe I couldn't see Left in the dark but you were right in front of me I've been sleeping a thousand of years it seems Got to open my eyes to everything Without a thought Without a voice Without a soul Don't let me die here There must be something more Bring me to life.
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It seemed like everything was in slow motion as he leaned and kissed her softly. It wasn't a lust filled kiss. The kiss was against everything Draco was taught. It was of care and love. "One day you'll know when all this is over. And maybe you'll understand me." She whispered, barely audible.
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"One day, Hermione. One day I will."
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. Hermione knew her eyes were swollen, red, and puffy as she woke up the next morning. But inside she couldn't have been happier. She actually felt happy, an emotion she hadn't felt truly for a year. But she was happy. That someone bothered enough to know her. To realized her emptiness. How could he read her eyes like an open book? And the kiss last night. It was different. It felt like her first kiss and made her dizzy and go light headed. She felt loved for a spilt second. But he couldn't possibly, could he? She was a mudblood. And even if he did, she knew her heart was already smashed to pieces, broken, permanently.
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She made her way down into the Great Hall and sat down next to Parvati. "Morning!" said Hermione cheerfully. "Hey, Mia. What got you so happy? Finally got Draco?"
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"Oh, no. Just happy today. By the way how are you guys going with the bet?"
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. "Oh, Mia, didn't we tell you? We sorta changed the bet. It's like this. If you screw him, you win and if you don't by the end of the year, we win. We kind of gave up on him and you have managed to go to second base with him faster than any of us."
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Hermione frowned slightly. "Uh-huh, and where is this conversation headed toward?"
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Pansy poked her head in from nowhere. "That you and Drakey-poo are purr- fect for each other!"
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Hermione looked horrified as she choked on her pumpkin juice. "WHAT!"
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All eyes in the great hall turned to see her. Hermione blushed red and hid her face behind Parvati. "Come on, Mia, besides, he seemed interested in you!" "Shut up, Pansy."
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"Hey, Mia, the dance is tomorrow. So what's your costume?" Hermione was stopped dead at the sentence. Her and Draco had not decided on the costume yet. And there was no idea she would be able to find the costume so quickly. That was it, she was very much fucked.
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The day went by as usual with a double N.E.W.T potion class, N.E.W.T DADA class, and after lunch, another double N.E.W.T transfiguration class. After that, she rushed to the library and finished her homework as quick as possible, skipping through dinner. Around 9, she finally finished and went down to the kitchen to grab a quick dinner. She was very surprised to see Draco there as well, working on his homework.
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"Someone's been skipping dinner."
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"Talk for yourself, Draco."
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"Hmm. Hang on I'm almost finished. 'Thus the Veritaserum can turn into a deadly illegal potion if the amount of the Lunarplant is not measured properly.' Who gives a shit about how the Lunarplant affects Veritaserum anyways?"
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"Snape does. He gives a shit and a half about it."
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"I'll say. Let's go up to our rooms. I've got a surprise for you."
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"Is it another dead rat for Lysander?" she asked remembering the time when he had given her a chopped up dead rat in a bow-tied box. He laughed and shook his head. "No, but it may be worse by your standards."
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When they finally reached the common room, he pulled out a white box. "Open it." He said eagerly. Something about his over-enthusiasm unnerved her. She gasped as a white dress fell out. "Oh, wow Draco. This is gorgeous. Wait, this isn't a wedding dress is it?" she asked suspiciously.
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"No, silly. It's your Halloween costume! If you put it on, feathered wings and a halo appears too. You know, the point of an angel."
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"Hmph, so I am the angel after all."
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Draco suddenly pulled her into a deep French kiss, Hermione too shocked to respond. He smirked at her. "Come on, the ball won't be so bad. After all, you are going with a devilish handsome hot sexy most wanted boy in Hogwarts."
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She playfully smacked him on the arm. "You are too full of yourself."
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"So, what?"
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She smiled at him. "Draco Malfoy, I really hate you sometimes." She joked.
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He pulled her into a kiss. But it was that kiss again. The kiss from two nights ago. The kiss that made her remember. . . . . . .
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Flashback .
He lifted her chin softly and looked into her hazel eyes. His blackish-gray eyes were so deep and she could get lost in them forever. . . . .
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"Tell me you love me." His voice was soft and gentle, contrary from the commanding harsh voice she was used to.
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"I love you."
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He kissed her softly, their lips briefly touching and he said what she could have sworn she would never hear him say. "I love you, Hermione."
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He then swiftly turned and left her alone in the dungeons, alone with her confused emotions. Was it too much for her to hope that there was a bit of a heart still left in him?
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She snapped back to the present and pulled away from the kiss. "Do you really?" he asked softly.
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She mumbled a good-night to him and ran into her room, her sanctuary. Where the tears came back with the memories and she drowned herself in the nightmares that night. Draco Malfoy was the last thing she needed to deal with. What was he playing at? She wished for the first time since September 1st that she had never made the bet. Then, maybe, just maybe he wouldn't have gotten involved. Just maybe.
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The next day, Draco woke up early hoping to talk to her but he was too late. Her bed was already made and her bag and her parchment after parchments of homework in their common room were all cleaned up. He growled in frustration. Draco Malfoy did not like being in the dark. No, sir, not at all.
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She sighed finishing up her DADA reading for today in her special table in the library. Life was too confusing. Sometimes she really did wish the whole world would just blow up. Draco Malfoy was confusing her. He couldn't know. He couldn't help. Draco shouldn't interfere with her past. Besides, when did he start caring about her anyways? But a part of her was glad someone actually cared about her. No one did. No one actually bothered to do what Draco did. Look into her eyes, her soul. And realize what it was she had desperately tried to hide. Hermione stuffed her book in her bag and walked out of the library.
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Back to Hermione Granger, the perfect know-it all bookworm.
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She saw the gray eyes watching her, seeing her. Hermione brushed it off and tried to concentrate on her food. She laughed along at something Ron had said trying to look happy and carefree as the Hermione Granger people knew her as. She half listened to Parvarti talk to her about her new conquest, Blaise Zabini. Drinking, dancing, and seducing had used to take her mind off the events of last year. The reason she started the 'bet' But Malfoy made her remember too clearly and too often.
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Somethings were meant to be forgotten.
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The rest of the day went by quickly and so did the next day. She tried to act normal all the while avoiding Draco. She answered questions in class, talked with the golden trio, and flirted with some boys. . . . . . . . . . . But Hermione Granger had bigger fish to fry. It was going to be so very hard to fry Draco Malfoy with ignoring him at the same time.
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Oh, why did he have to stare at her like that? It didn't matter did it? No one noticed anything wrong so far. And if no one did, then it wasn't likely that Draco Malfoy would find out. But Draco Malfoy was getting involved and getting to her too close. To a heart she sealed up long ago.
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.
He watched her through out the day and the next. Never approaching her, just observing from afar. He watched her laugh along with the golden trio. Whisper and giggle with Parvati. Give flirty smiles and looks and answer every single question in class without even breaking a sweat. But there was something definitely wrong with her laugh, her smiles, and her giggles. The way she fluttered her eyelashes and the way she giggled and blushed. Something Draco couldn't place.
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It was around 9 Hermione finally decided to talk to Draco, or more like try to screw him. At least that kept her mind off 'Him.' She threw on her pjs and ruffled her hair a bit to give the 'I'm going to bed, wanna join me?' look.
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He was again doing an essay for Binns by the fireplace. Something about the fire drew him in closer. Fire. It was such a beautiful thing. And such deadly thing too. That was why he loved it so much. He looked up from his essay when she walked out from her room, in her baby blue pj bottom and a black tank top. Her hair was down from her low pony tail. He put away his parchment as she seated herself in to his lap.
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"Whatcha doin'?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
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"Watching you."
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"Aww, Draco you've been doing that all day, you need to relax." Hermione purred and slowly kneaded his tense muscles while Draco grimaced at his new nickname. "Relax." She leaned forward and slowly sucked on his bottom lip. Her hands now massaging. . . . .elsewhere.
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Draco gave an involuntary moan and her hand slowly made their ways down his torso and down. He inhaled his breath sharply. "That's off-limits."
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She grinned at him and pulled him into another breathtaking kiss her tongue slowly forcing its way into his mouth their tongues in a silent duel. He tasted fresh and minty, bittersweet. Yes, bittersweet was the word.
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Gray met brown and everything stopped. He could swear he could hear her heartbeat thumping uncontrollably. Then it clicked. Her eyes were empty. It was vacant, hollow, bare, unfilled, cold, void of emotion. It was the missing piece. Her laughs were hollow, sad. Her smiles never reached her eyes. Never had he seen such hollow eyes. He lifted up his hand and lightly caressed her cheek. "Why are you so empty, Hermione?"
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How can you see into my eyes Like open doors Leading you down into my core Where I become so numb Without a soul My spirit sleeping somewhere cold Until you find it there And lead it back home
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"What do you mean Draco?"
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"You know what I mean. Your eyes betray you."
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Wake me up inside Wake me up inside Call my name and save me from the dark Bid my blood to run Before I come undone Save me from the nothing I've become
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"What happened to you, Hermione? The Hermione I know was always happy so full of emotions."
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"You never knew the Hermione that I was before. She died long ago."
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Now that I know what I'm without You can't just leave me. Breathe into me and make me real Bring me to life
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. "There's something more to this than the death of your mother, isn't there?"
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She buried herself into his arms and sobbed into his chest. Why did he have this effect on her?
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Bring me to life I've been living a lie There's nothing inside Bring me to life
Frozen inside without your touch Without your love, darling Only you are the life among the dead
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"Why? Why Draco? Why are you being so nice to me? Why must you make me remember? Why won't you let me forget the pain? Why? Please, don't......" She felt the tears coming on again. "Why won't you let me forget the past?" her voice was barely above a whisper.
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"I can help you."
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"You can't change the past. Somethings are just meant to be forgotten."
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All this time I can't believe I couldn't see Left in the dark but you were right in front of me I've been sleeping a thousand of years it seems Got to open my eyes to everything Without a thought Without a voice Without a soul Don't let me die here There must be something more Bring me to life.
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It seemed like everything was in slow motion as he leaned and kissed her softly. It wasn't a lust filled kiss. The kiss was against everything Draco was taught. It was of care and love. "One day you'll know when all this is over. And maybe you'll understand me." She whispered, barely audible.
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"One day, Hermione. One day I will."
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. Hermione knew her eyes were swollen, red, and puffy as she woke up the next morning. But inside she couldn't have been happier. She actually felt happy, an emotion she hadn't felt truly for a year. But she was happy. That someone bothered enough to know her. To realized her emptiness. How could he read her eyes like an open book? And the kiss last night. It was different. It felt like her first kiss and made her dizzy and go light headed. She felt loved for a spilt second. But he couldn't possibly, could he? She was a mudblood. And even if he did, she knew her heart was already smashed to pieces, broken, permanently.
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She made her way down into the Great Hall and sat down next to Parvati. "Morning!" said Hermione cheerfully. "Hey, Mia. What got you so happy? Finally got Draco?"
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"Oh, no. Just happy today. By the way how are you guys going with the bet?"
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. "Oh, Mia, didn't we tell you? We sorta changed the bet. It's like this. If you screw him, you win and if you don't by the end of the year, we win. We kind of gave up on him and you have managed to go to second base with him faster than any of us."
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Hermione frowned slightly. "Uh-huh, and where is this conversation headed toward?"
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Pansy poked her head in from nowhere. "That you and Drakey-poo are purr- fect for each other!"
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Hermione looked horrified as she choked on her pumpkin juice. "WHAT!"
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All eyes in the great hall turned to see her. Hermione blushed red and hid her face behind Parvati. "Come on, Mia, besides, he seemed interested in you!" "Shut up, Pansy."
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"Hey, Mia, the dance is tomorrow. So what's your costume?" Hermione was stopped dead at the sentence. Her and Draco had not decided on the costume yet. And there was no idea she would be able to find the costume so quickly. That was it, she was very much fucked.
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The day went by as usual with a double N.E.W.T potion class, N.E.W.T DADA class, and after lunch, another double N.E.W.T transfiguration class. After that, she rushed to the library and finished her homework as quick as possible, skipping through dinner. Around 9, she finally finished and went down to the kitchen to grab a quick dinner. She was very surprised to see Draco there as well, working on his homework.
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"Someone's been skipping dinner."
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"Talk for yourself, Draco."
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"Hmm. Hang on I'm almost finished. 'Thus the Veritaserum can turn into a deadly illegal potion if the amount of the Lunarplant is not measured properly.' Who gives a shit about how the Lunarplant affects Veritaserum anyways?"
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"Snape does. He gives a shit and a half about it."
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"I'll say. Let's go up to our rooms. I've got a surprise for you."
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"Is it another dead rat for Lysander?" she asked remembering the time when he had given her a chopped up dead rat in a bow-tied box. He laughed and shook his head. "No, but it may be worse by your standards."
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When they finally reached the common room, he pulled out a white box. "Open it." He said eagerly. Something about his over-enthusiasm unnerved her. She gasped as a white dress fell out. "Oh, wow Draco. This is gorgeous. Wait, this isn't a wedding dress is it?" she asked suspiciously.
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"No, silly. It's your Halloween costume! If you put it on, feathered wings and a halo appears too. You know, the point of an angel."
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"Hmph, so I am the angel after all."
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Draco suddenly pulled her into a deep French kiss, Hermione too shocked to respond. He smirked at her. "Come on, the ball won't be so bad. After all, you are going with a devilish handsome hot sexy most wanted boy in Hogwarts."
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She playfully smacked him on the arm. "You are too full of yourself."
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"So, what?"
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She smiled at him. "Draco Malfoy, I really hate you sometimes." She joked.
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He pulled her into a kiss. But it was that kiss again. The kiss from two nights ago. The kiss that made her remember. . . . . . .
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Flashback .
He lifted her chin softly and looked into her hazel eyes. His blackish-gray eyes were so deep and she could get lost in them forever. . . . .
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"Tell me you love me." His voice was soft and gentle, contrary from the commanding harsh voice she was used to.
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"I love you."
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He kissed her softly, their lips briefly touching and he said what she could have sworn she would never hear him say. "I love you, Hermione."
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He then swiftly turned and left her alone in the dungeons, alone with her confused emotions. Was it too much for her to hope that there was a bit of a heart still left in him?
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She snapped back to the present and pulled away from the kiss. "Do you really?" he asked softly.
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She mumbled a good-night to him and ran into her room, her sanctuary. Where the tears came back with the memories and she drowned herself in the nightmares that night. Draco Malfoy was the last thing she needed to deal with. What was he playing at? She wished for the first time since September 1st that she had never made the bet. Then, maybe, just maybe he wouldn't have gotten involved. Just maybe.
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