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~0~*Chapter Four- Pushed Away*~0~

~*~Pushed Away~*~

She bows her head when I see her

She turns away when I smile

When I try to talk to her

She walks away a thousand miles

I canÕt believe she doesnÕt want me

I donÕt know what I did do wrong

I tried to help her

But all she did was run off

Pushed away

Maybe tomorrow will her back to me

But until that day IÕm

Pushed away

Oh baby, please come back to me

She laughs it off when I say sorry

She mocks me behind my back

I know all of this is to see

How I will react

I donÕt know why sheÕs treating like this

I only want to help her

What does she want from me?

Maybe I should tell (I feel)

Pushed away

Maybe tomorrow will her back to me

But until that day IÕm

Pushed away

Oh baby, please come back to me

Pushed away

Maybe tomorrow will her back to me

But until that day IÕm

Pushed away

Oh baby, please come back to me

IÕm trying to forget her, but I canÕt

IÕm trying to blame her, but I canÕt

No I canÕt

Cause sheÕs my world

The air I breathe in

She brings life to me

The only friend IÕve ever seen

Pushed away

Maybe tomorrow will her back to me

But until that day IÕm

Pushed away

Oh baby, please come back to me

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ÔShe walked away from him, not looking directly at his glare. He calls to her, but she wonÕt hear. She wonÕt let herself give into him, even if itÕs for her own good.Õ

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ÒHermione?Ó Draco asked after an hour of cuddling and comforting. She just mumbled an incoherent ÒMmmÓ and he took that as a sign for him to go on, ÒIÕm sensing thatÕs not all thatÕs bothering you.Ó He felt her tense, ÒI think IÕm right, arenÕt I?Ó

She sat up stiffly and looked into his eyes, he sensed something was wrong. She took up a somewhat snooty and professional manner and said primly, ÒNo, Draco. I appreciate all youÕve done for me, but I donÕt think we can continue like this.Ó She took up her old ÔHermioneÕ mode and continued, ÒBesides, IÕve been falling behind on schoolwork and I donÕt have time to be. . . fraternizing with the enemy.Ó

Draco looked slightly shocked. He hated the old Hermione. She smoothed her skirt out and stood up, walking to her room and slamming the door. He then her classical music, so very not her new self, blare up on the magic music speakers she had charmed herself.

He was determined to find out what was bothering her. He looked at the clock. Half an hour till dinner, and he had just enough time to take a shower. He went into his bedroom, and stripped himself of all his clothes except his thin silk boxers. He grabbed his green towel and exited the room, just as Hermione exited hers. She looked shocked and embarrassed, but quickly regained composure. She muttered a small, ÒSorryÓ and left, striding out of the Common Room at an alarming rate.

He shook his head, smirking. He had to find out what was eating her. What could it be? He mulled over the thoughts in his mind as he went into their shared bathroom. Draco stepped into the shower slowly, turning the taps to slightly warm, the way he liked it. He looked at the shower caddy, seeing Hermione shampoo and conditioner there. He missed her already and decided to use it to remind him of her at all times.

When he was finished, his hair smelled mildly of strawberries and vanilla. Scents he wouldnÕt have been caught smelling like unless it had something to do with Hermione. He sighed and dried himself off, thinking deeply to himself about the Gryffindor girl, still not able to guess her problem.

Hermione made her way to the Gryffindor Common Room, breathing deeply. She was a good actress. She could most certainly make this believable. She stopped in front of a mirror a few corridors away from the Common Room so she could check her appearance. She looked much like she had before. . . No, she wouldnÕt think about that. She drew in a sharp breath, and turned to continue her journey to the land of Bubblegum.

Now facing the portrait, Hermione took a deep breath, ÔDonÕt panic. You can do this.Õ She sighed again, pacing slightly, before whispering, ÒPorcupineÓ as the password. The Fat Lady nodded, and the portrait swung open.

Hermione walked in, a familiar sick feeling rushing to her stomach. She always got it when she was nervous. She walked into the Common Room, most faces turning to her. A silence swept over the room before everyone started cheering and saying, ÒWelcome back, ÔMione. We missed you!Ó

She smiled slightly, not because she was happy about the welcome back, but because they hadnÕt deserted her. She came her so people too dumb to know what was going on could surround her. Why did Draco have to be so smart?

She rushed over to her old best friends. A familiar skip in her step came back naturally, and she allowed herself to be engulfed by Harry and his hug, ÒWelcome back! We thought weÕd lost you.Ó Hermione laughed coldly at the irony, which Harry didnÕt understand. Neither did anyone else. ÔTypicalÕ, Hermione thought to herself.

ÒYeah, why did you leave us?Ó Ron asked, also swallowing her in a hug even bigger then HarryÕs; his limbs were longer. Hermione shrugged and sat down.

ÒHonestly, I donÕt know. I was just. . . in for some soul searching.Ó Ron nodded his head understandingly, but Harry persisted, which made Hermione groan inside.

ÒBut, ÔMione, you were crying at the train station. You wouldnÕt even speak to us!Ó Harry said, his voice slightly raised. HermioneÕs eyes darted, looking for someone who might be able to save her. Her eyes stopped on Ginny, and without replying to Harry, she ran to give Ginny a hug.

ÒOh, I missed you, Gin!Ó Hermione wailed, slightly melodramatically. Harry blinked, wanting to know the answer to his question, but taken over by emotion, he got up and joined the hug. Ron followed suit.

ÒGuysÓ, Hermione said, adopting her old bossy manner, ÒDinner is starting soon.Ó They all nodded, making a single file line like little children to leave the Common Room. She just rolled her eyes.

When they arrived in the Great Hall for dinner, Hermione had already had too much cheerfulness and Quidditch talk then she could handle. She almost, almost, looked at Draco as if to say, ÔOh Merlin! Can I come back.Õ But no, she wouldnÕt.

She managed to stick it out all dinner, but theyÕre bubbly conversations and wild antics made her slightly sick.

ÒWell, IÕm getting tired.Ó Hermione said when she was done with dinner.

Harry looked at his watch, ÒItÕs seven thirty, ÔMione. Are you feeling okay?Ó

Hermione nodded profusely, ÒOh, yes, IÕm fine. Very, er, chipper!Ó Harry smiled and Hermione smiled weakly back.

ÒWell, bye, ÔMione!Ó Ginny squealed. Hermione just halfheartedly waved, making a face when her back was turned. Draco noticed this and chuckled.

ÔOh Merlin,Õ she thought, ÔI have to go back to Draco.Õ

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