Draco was forced to escort Pansy around for a long time before she found some of her friends and he could escape with some excuse. After he left, he went to the empty Slytherin common room and sat in the giant green chair. "What did I do?" He asked himself, putting his face in his hands. He'd seen Hermione's hurt expression after he walked away with Pansy. As he remembered the way Hermione ripped up the note, he felt like she had ripped up his heart.
Draco wanted more than anything to go find Hermione in her common room, where she was bound to be, but he knew he couldn't. Draco vaguely wondered if his father had actually sunk to the level of finding Gryffindor 'watchdogs'. "I HATE LUCIUS!" Draco roared, grabbing a shiny silver vase and smashing it against the wall. It shattered and then reassembled itself. Draco had quite a time throwing meaningless pieces of artwork around, knowing they would fix themselves right up so he couldn't get busted.
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Hermione sat down on her four-poster bed. How could life be so unfair? It killed her to remember all the times she'd had the time of her life with Draco. "People change," she reminded herself bitterly, laying down on her bed. She closed her eyes. "Maybe I'll just have a little rest."
Next thing Hermione knew, Parvati was shaking her awake. Again. "Hermione, are you ok?" Parvati asked her with concern.
Hermione nodded. She looked at the grandfather clock in the corner of the room and realized it was dinner time. "You go on to dinner without me," she ordered Parvati. Parvati nodded back. "But if you need to talk to anyone, I'm there," she told Hermione. Hermione waved her off kindly.
After finding herself alone, Hermione's attention immediately went to her bag, which still contained Draco's note. Or what was left of it.
"I wonder what what Draco wrote," she wondered. She sat and stared at the bag for a while, until she couldn't take it any more. "I HAVE to know what he wrote!" she exclaimed. She uttered a spell which reassembeled the ripped note, and, with shaking hands, she read what it said.
After she read it, Hermione was relieved to find that it didn't insult her in any way, but a bit confused. Why did Draco want to meet her tonight? Her mind thought the worst.
'Maybe he's bringing friends so they can all pick on me!' she thought, trembling. That didn't sound like Draco at all, though. Even if he had changed.
The note said to meet him at eight o'clock. Hermione had never broken the rules, such as being outside of the castle at night. But she was willing to do it for Draco. Hermione didn't know why, but she had been left with a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, Draco still liked her and wanted to be her friend.
Hermione sneaked downstairs, and hid under a very large table in the common room, until the other Gryffindors were up in their rooms. Hermione got lucky; usually not every Gryffindor went upstairs until around nine or ten, but today there had been a quidditch game and everyone was tired. Except Hermione of course, who had slept throught most of the day.
She made it outside, and found her way to the green houses. She saw Draco, and made sure that he was alone. When she say his face which was more pale than usual, she decided to walk over to him.
"Hi, Hermione," he said weakly. She looked at him, sure her own eyes were on fire. "Well, Draco, do you have anything to say?"
He nodded. "Hermione... I'm.... sorry. Really I am. I wanted to talk to you, but when Pansy came over to me, I remembered that her father is good friends with Lucius. I had to act like I hated you so she wouldn't get suspicious and get the both of us in deep trouble. I'm so sorry."
Hermione looked at him. She knew what a smooth-talker Draco could be; she'd witnessed him getting himself out of trouble zillions of times back before Hogwarts. But Hermione was very intuitive, and she saw real remorse in his eyes.
"Does this mean I can say things back to you?" she asked him slyly. He grinned. "Sure!" She laughed at his eagerness. "Ok, then, I guess I forgive you."
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Ok, I know I didn't get this one out for a while, but I've been busy. It's Spring Break this week! I'm getting pretty tired of the first year; they're too young. So there's only going to be a couple more chapters until they're like 15 or something. I 3 getting your reviews!
~Beautiful Night Skies
Draco wanted more than anything to go find Hermione in her common room, where she was bound to be, but he knew he couldn't. Draco vaguely wondered if his father had actually sunk to the level of finding Gryffindor 'watchdogs'. "I HATE LUCIUS!" Draco roared, grabbing a shiny silver vase and smashing it against the wall. It shattered and then reassembled itself. Draco had quite a time throwing meaningless pieces of artwork around, knowing they would fix themselves right up so he couldn't get busted.
***
Hermione sat down on her four-poster bed. How could life be so unfair? It killed her to remember all the times she'd had the time of her life with Draco. "People change," she reminded herself bitterly, laying down on her bed. She closed her eyes. "Maybe I'll just have a little rest."
Next thing Hermione knew, Parvati was shaking her awake. Again. "Hermione, are you ok?" Parvati asked her with concern.
Hermione nodded. She looked at the grandfather clock in the corner of the room and realized it was dinner time. "You go on to dinner without me," she ordered Parvati. Parvati nodded back. "But if you need to talk to anyone, I'm there," she told Hermione. Hermione waved her off kindly.
After finding herself alone, Hermione's attention immediately went to her bag, which still contained Draco's note. Or what was left of it.
"I wonder what what Draco wrote," she wondered. She sat and stared at the bag for a while, until she couldn't take it any more. "I HAVE to know what he wrote!" she exclaimed. She uttered a spell which reassembeled the ripped note, and, with shaking hands, she read what it said.
After she read it, Hermione was relieved to find that it didn't insult her in any way, but a bit confused. Why did Draco want to meet her tonight? Her mind thought the worst.
'Maybe he's bringing friends so they can all pick on me!' she thought, trembling. That didn't sound like Draco at all, though. Even if he had changed.
The note said to meet him at eight o'clock. Hermione had never broken the rules, such as being outside of the castle at night. But she was willing to do it for Draco. Hermione didn't know why, but she had been left with a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, Draco still liked her and wanted to be her friend.
Hermione sneaked downstairs, and hid under a very large table in the common room, until the other Gryffindors were up in their rooms. Hermione got lucky; usually not every Gryffindor went upstairs until around nine or ten, but today there had been a quidditch game and everyone was tired. Except Hermione of course, who had slept throught most of the day.
She made it outside, and found her way to the green houses. She saw Draco, and made sure that he was alone. When she say his face which was more pale than usual, she decided to walk over to him.
"Hi, Hermione," he said weakly. She looked at him, sure her own eyes were on fire. "Well, Draco, do you have anything to say?"
He nodded. "Hermione... I'm.... sorry. Really I am. I wanted to talk to you, but when Pansy came over to me, I remembered that her father is good friends with Lucius. I had to act like I hated you so she wouldn't get suspicious and get the both of us in deep trouble. I'm so sorry."
Hermione looked at him. She knew what a smooth-talker Draco could be; she'd witnessed him getting himself out of trouble zillions of times back before Hogwarts. But Hermione was very intuitive, and she saw real remorse in his eyes.
"Does this mean I can say things back to you?" she asked him slyly. He grinned. "Sure!" She laughed at his eagerness. "Ok, then, I guess I forgive you."
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Ok, I know I didn't get this one out for a while, but I've been busy. It's Spring Break this week! I'm getting pretty tired of the first year; they're too young. So there's only going to be a couple more chapters until they're like 15 or something. I 3 getting your reviews!
~Beautiful Night Skies