Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters in this
story. I also don't own any clothes. :P Oh, I'm kidding you big silly.
Author Note: More was added to Chapter Four, explaining the knocking on the door. It's marked off, due to the face it's in Draco POV.
This is the final chapter of the Bloody Tired. –sniff- A big thank you to my reviewers, who kept me writing.
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Hermione hadn't seen Draco since the whole deal with the twins. That had been eight days ago, was something wrong? Of course something had to be wrong, but what?
Well she had seen him in classes, but that really didn't count. He hadn't come to see her personally. She would have gone to see him, but she didn't know how to get in contact with him.
Thus, Hermione hadn't really been herself. Ron and Harry had noticed her often starring off into nothing.
Little did Hermione know Draco really couldn't see her. He noticed unusual sounds behind him when ever he headed her way.
Draco at the moment was at the top of the Astronomy tower thinking over a plan to let him sneak to Hermione. It was hard enough to get past all the Slytherins, and have an excuse for "Where are you all the time?". Now he had stalkers.
Draco suspected they were the Weasley twins searching for proof of a relationship. They had gone around for two days calling Hermione Mrs. Malfoy, but no one saw humor in this. After Hermione threatened to do some very unpleasnt things involving their manhood to them, they stopped.
Thank Merlin.
Draco's thoughts turned to the last time he was going over these plans. It was just this afternoon. He was in such a deep thought he ran straight into Ginny Weasley, throwing her to the ground.
Before he even realized this Ron was at his face. Big brother didn't seem to like Draco's "attitude".
In all truth Draco probably would have totally ignored the situation with Ginny and gone on walking if it weren't for Ron. Old habits die hard, and Draco was not the person to just ignore Ron.
Of course the casual fight broke out. Draco couldn't help, but put his hand to his fresh black eye at the thought. A grin spread across Draco's face at the memory of Ron with a bloody nose.
Of course with Ron there, Hermione wasn't too far behind. She was fast to pull Ron back, and break up the fight by getting in between them. This left Draco feeling sour. He didn't get to give Ron a black eye to match his.
Hermione then started to yell at both of them. "You two really need to grow up!" "You're both very immature" She said more, but Draco got distracted.
Did she really expect someone has immature as he to listen?
Draco kind of got annoyed and start to walk away. Hermione moved in front of him. "I wasn't finished,"
"Later, Mudblood," Mudblood actually came out a bit affectionate. As if he were calling her Cutie, or Muffin.
Draco leaned over further off the tower. He was looking down at something on the ground. Was that a cat or a dog?
He boasted himself up onto the top of the wall and sat on it. He got a slightly better view, but still leaned over.
"No! Not again!"
Draco was startled at sudden sound piercing through the silence. He jumped slightly, and before he knew anything else he felt arms around his middle. He turned his head around to see Hermione.
"Just can't keep you hand off me, eh?"
"That's not funny, what are you doing?" Hermione felt sick with worry and her face showed it.
"Sitting," Draco couldn't help put smirked at her and tweak her nose. "Would you relax?"
Hermione let out a long sigh and rested her head against his chest. "Don't lie. I know what you were trying to do,"
It took Draco a couple of seconds to figure out what exactly he was supposedly trying to do. "You're aren't supposed to bring that up," His voice was deep and soft. As he spoke he looked the other direction.
"I worry,"
"Don't,"
"I really shouldn't,"
Hermione let go and stood against the wall. Her head was looking up at the stars. Draco didn't take long to stand beside her.
"You called me a Mudblood," Hermione said softly avoiding his eyes.
"Did that upset you?"
"Yes,"
Draco wrapped his arm around her and put his hand on her chin. He turned her gaze towards him.
"You want to know a secret?"
Hermione just starred at him.
"It was said in affection,"
"That's awful," Hermione glared and threw his arm off her.
"I'd love to call you darling, but that would get the same reaction out of you,"
Hermione looked the other way and stamped one of her feet.
"You'd be upset if I told and you know it," Hermione said with a hint of sorrow and malice in her voice.
"Don't care really. Doesn't matter to me what my friend would think,"
"What about your reputation?"
"Don't care,"
"You've stated your opinion on things very severely. You want to take that back? Have you even come to peace with yourself?"
"Don't care. Don't think about it. I can't,"
"Why not?"
"Because you seem to take up all my thoughts. There isn't room for others,"
Hermione turned her gaze back to him. She had a look of awe on her face.
Draco walked in front of her, and put a hand on her cheek. "May I have a kiss, or are you still mad?"
A small smile came across Hermione's lips. "Don't care,"
"You better," Then Draco leaned over and placed a very gentle kiss on her lips. Hermione wrapped her arms around him, and the embrace lasted longer than both could imagine.
In fact, they never truly pulled apart.
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-le sigh-
Reviews please!
Author Note: More was added to Chapter Four, explaining the knocking on the door. It's marked off, due to the face it's in Draco POV.
This is the final chapter of the Bloody Tired. –sniff- A big thank you to my reviewers, who kept me writing.
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Hermione hadn't seen Draco since the whole deal with the twins. That had been eight days ago, was something wrong? Of course something had to be wrong, but what?
Well she had seen him in classes, but that really didn't count. He hadn't come to see her personally. She would have gone to see him, but she didn't know how to get in contact with him.
Thus, Hermione hadn't really been herself. Ron and Harry had noticed her often starring off into nothing.
Little did Hermione know Draco really couldn't see her. He noticed unusual sounds behind him when ever he headed her way.
Draco at the moment was at the top of the Astronomy tower thinking over a plan to let him sneak to Hermione. It was hard enough to get past all the Slytherins, and have an excuse for "Where are you all the time?". Now he had stalkers.
Draco suspected they were the Weasley twins searching for proof of a relationship. They had gone around for two days calling Hermione Mrs. Malfoy, but no one saw humor in this. After Hermione threatened to do some very unpleasnt things involving their manhood to them, they stopped.
Thank Merlin.
Draco's thoughts turned to the last time he was going over these plans. It was just this afternoon. He was in such a deep thought he ran straight into Ginny Weasley, throwing her to the ground.
Before he even realized this Ron was at his face. Big brother didn't seem to like Draco's "attitude".
In all truth Draco probably would have totally ignored the situation with Ginny and gone on walking if it weren't for Ron. Old habits die hard, and Draco was not the person to just ignore Ron.
Of course the casual fight broke out. Draco couldn't help, but put his hand to his fresh black eye at the thought. A grin spread across Draco's face at the memory of Ron with a bloody nose.
Of course with Ron there, Hermione wasn't too far behind. She was fast to pull Ron back, and break up the fight by getting in between them. This left Draco feeling sour. He didn't get to give Ron a black eye to match his.
Hermione then started to yell at both of them. "You two really need to grow up!" "You're both very immature" She said more, but Draco got distracted.
Did she really expect someone has immature as he to listen?
Draco kind of got annoyed and start to walk away. Hermione moved in front of him. "I wasn't finished,"
"Later, Mudblood," Mudblood actually came out a bit affectionate. As if he were calling her Cutie, or Muffin.
Draco leaned over further off the tower. He was looking down at something on the ground. Was that a cat or a dog?
He boasted himself up onto the top of the wall and sat on it. He got a slightly better view, but still leaned over.
"No! Not again!"
Draco was startled at sudden sound piercing through the silence. He jumped slightly, and before he knew anything else he felt arms around his middle. He turned his head around to see Hermione.
"Just can't keep you hand off me, eh?"
"That's not funny, what are you doing?" Hermione felt sick with worry and her face showed it.
"Sitting," Draco couldn't help put smirked at her and tweak her nose. "Would you relax?"
Hermione let out a long sigh and rested her head against his chest. "Don't lie. I know what you were trying to do,"
It took Draco a couple of seconds to figure out what exactly he was supposedly trying to do. "You're aren't supposed to bring that up," His voice was deep and soft. As he spoke he looked the other direction.
"I worry,"
"Don't,"
"I really shouldn't,"
Hermione let go and stood against the wall. Her head was looking up at the stars. Draco didn't take long to stand beside her.
"You called me a Mudblood," Hermione said softly avoiding his eyes.
"Did that upset you?"
"Yes,"
Draco wrapped his arm around her and put his hand on her chin. He turned her gaze towards him.
"You want to know a secret?"
Hermione just starred at him.
"It was said in affection,"
"That's awful," Hermione glared and threw his arm off her.
"I'd love to call you darling, but that would get the same reaction out of you,"
Hermione looked the other way and stamped one of her feet.
"You'd be upset if I told and you know it," Hermione said with a hint of sorrow and malice in her voice.
"Don't care really. Doesn't matter to me what my friend would think,"
"What about your reputation?"
"Don't care,"
"You've stated your opinion on things very severely. You want to take that back? Have you even come to peace with yourself?"
"Don't care. Don't think about it. I can't,"
"Why not?"
"Because you seem to take up all my thoughts. There isn't room for others,"
Hermione turned her gaze back to him. She had a look of awe on her face.
Draco walked in front of her, and put a hand on her cheek. "May I have a kiss, or are you still mad?"
A small smile came across Hermione's lips. "Don't care,"
"You better," Then Draco leaned over and placed a very gentle kiss on her lips. Hermione wrapped her arms around him, and the embrace lasted longer than both could imagine.
In fact, they never truly pulled apart.
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-le sigh-
Reviews please!