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A/N: Here is chapter 8. It hasn't really been checked for grammar or spelling flaws, because I'm still waiting for my betas to send back some feedback. You'll just have to settle with this chapter without the corrections right now, and as soon as one of my betas send back the chapters with the corrections I'll replace this chapter (still the same chapter, just with some corrections).
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Special note to:
Spaedir: Well, thanks for correcting me. I just looked up the word and my dictionary gave me that word (the word I used), so I didn't really give it any thoughts. But you're probably right. Latin is not and never will be my best subject.
MS98HDRG220: Well, you'll just have to read on to find out, hope you'll enjoy chapter 8.
rons-girl18: Your wish is granted, here is chapter 8. Enjoy!
Chapter 8 – Hogsmeade
"I wanna visit Honeydukes, my brother says it's the coolest place to find wonderful sweets," said a brown headed girl that passed by Hermione. She glared after the four girls that passed by her.
Hogsmeade could be fun, walking down the crooked streets with a few friends, laughing and talking happily. But if you walked by yourself, it could get a bit lonely at times.
And that was what Hermione always was. Alone. Walking down the streets alone. All alone and trying to avoid the Slytherin trio, which could be hard at times, because they always seemed to show up when you least expected it.
'I think I'll visit The Three Broomsticks, and get a nice bottle of Butterbeer,' she thought and hurried away from the happy people. She walked down the street, towards The Three Broomsticks. The weather was a bit chilly and she tried to hold her robe tighter around her.
She pushed lightly at the brown door, opened it and walked inside where she was hit by a pleasant warm from the fireplace near the entrance. There wasn't much room, because there were nearly just as many people inside as there were outside in the streets. She scanned the room, trying to see if there were any available tables in the back.
'Oh shit!' She thought, as she stood there flabbergasted. Weasley and Potter were sitting in the back, which of course would mean that...
"So mudblood," said a drawling voice. Not him again! Why did he turn up now?
She turned around so she was facing the smirking blond guy. Malfoy.
His smirk annoyed her; everything annoyed her right now, the happy people, and the laughing people, the youngsters who kept pushing at her to get past her because THEY had somewhere to be, the big ones who walked hand in hand with their girlfriends or boyfriends and at last, Malfoy... His smirk annoyed her so much, that she even considered to smack it of his face, but thought better of it, knowing that it wouldn't be so smart to smack Malfoy.
"Yes Malfoy, what do you want now? Please enlighten me, because I'm dying to know what I can do to make your day better," she snapped, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Now, now, Granger. You don't have to be like that. You know what you can do, didn't we already talk about that yesterday?" said Malfoy, as his smirk got wider.
She felt her upper arm being grabbed and was pushed towards the back of the room, towards Potter and Weasley. She followed the best she could, but nearly tripped three times on the way to the table because his grip was so hard on her arm that she couldn't stop whenever people walked by or crossed her path.
'Damn you, Malfoy!' she thought angrily, as she gritted her teeth so she wouldn't yell out in pain when her hipbone smacked right into a corner of a table.
"There you are Malfoy, we were starting to wonder where you might be," said Potter and winked at Hermione.
She just stared at him angrily.
How could she ever think she could use this as an advantage? The longer time that went, the more impossible her so-called plan seemed.
And now when she thought again of what her plan would be, she couldn't help but smile of how stupid she had been. How could she ever have thought that she could make Malfoy fall in love with her? He was a Malfoy, and Malfoys were famous of being heartless and evil. He had never even had a 'real' relationship. They never lasted longer than – Hm, what to say – three or four days, depending on how 'good' the girl were.
"What are you smiling at, Mudblood?" hissed a voice in her ear.
She looked at Malfoy, and she could perfectly see why girls would be head over heels for him: he was handsome and rich. Only his attitude was a problem, or at least a problem for her.
"Nothing really," she answered and looked down, not wanting him to see how she was blushing. Not wanting him to find out her previous thoughts. Malfoy, handsome?
"Hey babe," said Weasley suddenly. Hermione turned in the chair she had been put on and saw both Lavender and Parvati rushing towards their table.
'OMG... They'll probably ask why I'm sitting here... God I hate my life!' She thought and hid her face in her hands.
And yes, the first thing Parvati said when she had dragged a chair to the table, placing it so close to Weasley, that she practical was sitting on his lap, was:
"So Hermione," started Parvati, "I didn't know you would be here, did you Lavender?"
"Huh?" said Lavender. She hadn't really been listening, too busy with looking dreamingly at Potter. "Did you say something Parvati?"
Parvati was just about to repeat her question, when Weasley interrupted.
"Honey, why don't you and Lavender get us some drinks," he said, as he took out some money from his pocket and gave them to Parvati. Parvati stood and had to drag Lavender away from Potter, while she gave him a small 'humph'.
When the other girls were out of earshot, Potter and Weasley turned their attention back to Malfoy.
"So Malfoy, what are you going to do with this... this..." Said Potter and pointed at Hermione, causing her to fell like she was exhibited, like she was just a simple thing, which she really didn't like... At all! She sat back in the chair and sulked, who was he to say something like that, calling her 'THIS'!
Malfoy placed an arm on the back of her chair, which she hadn't expected at all, so she nearly jumped of the chair. She tried to sit on the edge of the chair, because having Malfoy's arm touching her was the last thing she wanted right now!
"Well..." said Malfoy and smirked. "I can't really see why it's any of yours business, but if you really wanna know..." He moved his chair closer to Hermione, causing Hermione to sit farther out on the edge of the chair. She looked at him disgusted.
"She belongs to me," He said, looking at Potter and Weasley and then at Hermione, "she is mine."
She looked at him stunned. It seemed like his words were recorded and kept replaying in her mind. She is mine, she is mine, she is mine...
She stood and looked down at his smirking face.
"I will never be a yours! I belong to nobody!" She said, and quickly ran from the table. She could hear him laugh. Small tears of anger were forming in her eyes, she noticed Lavender and Parvati were walking in the direction of the table carrying a tray of glasses with Butterbeer, and was about to stop to make some space for them to go around her, when she suddenly decided not too do so. Frankly she didn't cared, so why stop?
"Hey Hermione. Leaving already?" said Parvati and giggled.
She ran into them, not bothering to stop or walk around them. She heard the glasses break and realized that the floor must been soaked with butterbeer, but she didn't care, all she wanted was to get out.
She heard their yells and smirked when she heard Parvati whine about how her new top was ruined with butterbeer spots.
She reached the brown door and pushed it open. The cold air hit her face.
Where should she go? It wasn't even one o'clock yet and the wagons back to school wouldn't be there before three.
She dried her tears away, and looked around. People were looking at her. She ducked her head and walked down the street. Oh she was so mad right now.
For the next hour she just walked around Hogsmeade, trying to walk away her anger. This plan weren't going that well. She should try to make him fall in love with her, so she could dump him in front of the whole school, but to do that she should be nice, or else the whole plan would break.
'Oh god, what to do. I really don't want to apologize to him. My personality stops me from doing that. I don't want to beg, I'm not the begging type,' she thought and sat on a bench near the Shrieking Shack.
She looked down in the bag of books she had just bought. She didn't know why she had bought them, she just had. A typical way for her to respond when something didn't go that well. Actually she hadn't even looked at the titles, she had just grabbed a few and bought them.
She looked at the house, the Shrieking Shack as it was called. It looked kind of peaceful, big and empty. Some of the windows were broken, but she knew that one could not enter the house from the windows, or even the door. She had often seen some boys trying to do it, but they never had any luck.
She closed her eyes, trying to imagine how it looked inside the house. But she couldn't quiet focus on something, so she just relaxed her tired eyes.
"You know... Next time, you don't just run away from me, unless of course I have given you the permission," said an angered voice. She jolted her head up; the voice had scared her, because she hadn't heard his steps on the ground.
Draco Malfoy placed himself beside Hermione on the bench.
She looked at him, stunned, he had found her.
"Well... I'll forgive you this time, but don't let it happen again. I've been looking for you for nearly a whole hour!" he said, looking smug.
Five minutes past, without any word being spoken between them, silence, completely silence. If it wasn't because she could see him, she could just as well have been sitting alone.
She looked at her hands, hoping that the trembling couldn't be seen.
She couldn't help but wonder why he had chosen her, of all the people on Hogwarts, he had chosen her. Perhaps she should just ask him... Why not? He was, after all sitting right next to her, right now.
"Eh... Malfoy?" she started, feeling a bit nervous. How should she continue? Should she just say: Hey, just want to know why you picked me? No, that sounded stupid.
"Yeah? What now Granger?" he said, sounding surprised.
"Why... Why..." she said, but didn't know how to go on.
"Why I chose you?" Now it was her turn to look at him surprised. He knew what she wanted to know. She just nodded.
"Well, I have my reasons. But if you really want to know, then it's because you are the only one in our year who I haven't had yet," he said, while looking arrogantly at her.
"Oh... I see!" she looked away from him, feeling the tears from embarrassment in her eyes.
"Well, what had you expected? That I would throw myself on the dirty ground and give you my everlasting love?" he grinned.
She shocked her head. No! Of course not! The mere thought of a Malfoy on the ground, telling her that he loved her... Ludicrous!
"Well? Am I right? Go on tell me... Mudblood,"
"Of course not! The mere thought is preposterous! And even if that was what you wanted, I wouldn't want you!" she shouted, thinking about the lame comeback she had just made. She sounded like a twelve-year-old spoiled girl.
"I see, mudblood. Well, guess what! You have no choice! I'm a Malfoy, and Malfoys always gets what they want. And right now I want you, even though you are nothing more than a filthy mudblood," his face was now red from the shouting.
He grabbed her still sore wrist and yanked her nearer himself.
"How dare you... I don't care if you were GOD himself! Just leave me alone!" she yelled, trying to get his hold of her wrist away.
He yanked her even closer than before, causing their noses to nearly touch each other. Then he suddenly kissed her hard on the lips. He skilfully ran his tongue softly across her lips. She gasped at the feeling, causing it to give him access to her mouth with his tongue.
She felt him caress her back and moved closer to him, not wanting to loose this feeling. She gently laid her hand on his cheek and caressed it ever so slightly.
They broke apart, when they were both out of oxygen. Both were taking quick deep inhales of the cold air. She looked at him, studied his pale face, and truly amazed of how he looked with blushed cheeks. She could feel her own cheeks burning with both excitement and embarrassment. Excitement because of who he was and embarrassment because she had loved it. She had felt a weird feeling inside of her, some kind of... Lust?
"Oi Malfoy, come on! Time to leave!" yelled a voice suddenly.
Hermione saw that Draco looked at someone behind her, so she turned to see who it was. Two people were walking towards them, slowly and casually, as if they ruled the world and didn't give a damn to everybody else.
"You know Draco," said Ron Weasley, "If yah want to, you can bring the mudblood along... I could definitely use some, you know... Entertainment." Then he winked at Hermione, giving her the feeling to throw up.
"Well, perhaps later, but not until I'm finished," said Malfoy and joined Potter and Weasley in the laughter.
He put his hand inside his pocket, and took out a small envelope. Hermione had followed his movements, and when she saw the envelope, she looked at him oddly, lifted the one eyebrow, as if to say: what the hell is that for? She didn't know if she should be excited or scared of the convolute that was getting closer to her.
He held it still, about 10 inches from her face, and she didn't know if she should take or don't. He rose from the bench and dropped it in her lap.
"Remember to read it!" he said and grinned at her. Then he slowly walked away, joking with the other two. The last thing she could hear, before they were completely out of ear sight, was Potter asking if he (Malfoy) believed that she (obvious herself), would go through with it.
She never heard the answer. They were too far away, for her to hear his answer.
'Damn,' she thought. That was the only thing she could think of at this point. She had just shared her third kiss with him. She thought back of the last few days. She had cried a few times, almost been hit with a curse, kissed on the cheek one time and kissed on the mouth three times.
This whole situation seemed unbelievable!
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