Love and Hate
Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own Harry Potter and neither do you. Bananas are yellow, tomatoes are red, Stop reading this, and read my story instead!
Summery: There is a very fine line between love and hate. Draco Malfoy has been inching closer and closer and has finally crossed that line but can Hermione do the same? DM/HG
Draco Malfoy was laying on his bed and trying hard not to cry. His mother had passed away and he couldn't get over it.
Narcissa Malfoy was the only person in his life that cared for him. When his father would yell at him, she would stand up for him, even if that meant getting hit. If he fell down she would help him up. When he cried, she would wipe away his tears.
So where was she now? Draco needed her more then ever. He needed someone he could talk to about Hermione, school, his friends, his father, and her death. Draco Malfoy missed his mother.
He glanced at the clock. It was getting to be late and he could hear Crabbe and Goyle's snores. He groaned and turned over.
During the night, he tossed and turned, finally falling asleep. His slumber didn't last long for in a few hours, Draco woke up sweating and panting. Figuring out that he wouldn't get any more sleep, he made his way out of the dormitory and out the portrait hole. He was going to go to a place where he could just think.
He was going to the Astronomy Tower.
Quietly, Draco blended into the walls. He crept down long corridors, keeping an eye out for Filch, Peeves and Mrs. Norris. He passed knights, portraits and doors, none of which mattered much to him. Finally he got to his destination. He silently walked up the stairs and toward the window only to find that he wasn't alone. Someone else was staring out the window and gazing at the stars. Draco couldn't tell who it was from where he was standing and softly made his way closer. To his surprise it was Hermione Granger.
He watched her in silence and saw that she had tears coming down her eyes. He saw her lips moving and paused to her what she was saying.
"...bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might. Grant the wish I wish tonight." She closed her eyes and grabbed what seemed to be a necklace around her neck. She opened her eyes soon after when a small bird flew next to her. A small smile appeared through the tear-stricken face. She began to talk to it.
"I wish I were a bird. That way I could fly away from here. Fly away from all my problems and just be free. In fact..." The girl that Draco had been watching suddenly turned into a phoenix. Draco gasped. Hermione Granger was an unregistered animagus.
So know-it-all Granger could break the rules after all. Who knew? Then again, she was friends with Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, the two biggest troublemakers in school since Fred and George Weasley.
The phoenix flew out the window and out onto the crisp air. Draco moved quickly to the window and sat there, watching the phoenix soar around the sky. It was a beautiful and mesmerizing sight. He watched her fly until the break of dawn when he fell asleep right there on the window.
What he didn't know was that a certain Hermione Granger had found out that he was watching her.
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Draco woke up when he heard the chatter of students in the hall. He yawned and stretched his arms. He shook his head and scowled. There was no time to go do his hair. Sighing, he let his silver blonde hair fall in face and headed back toward the common room to get his things.
However, he learned to like his hair like that when he got catcalls and approving looks from the female population of the school. Portraits were eyeing him with lopsided grins. Even Loony Lovegood gave him a compliment.
He smirked as he walked past a group of giggling girls and their boyfriends who glared at him. As he muttered the password and entered the room, he couldn't help but think how much he liked his new hairstyle. Everyone seemed to be falling under his charm.
Everyone that was, except for Hermione Granger. When he walked into the common room, she barely glanced at him and then leaving the room. Draco was furious. How could she not look at him? Every other girl in school seemed to be falling for him.
But Hermione wasn't just any girl. She was special and she should've been his.
Dong. Dong Dong...
Oh no. He was going to be late. Hurriedly, he began to gather his things and sprinted out of the portrait hole. McGonagall was going to kill him.
He raced to beat the clock when he bumped into someone. They both fell down and Draco's things went flying. Quickly, he tried to get his things back together. When he looked up to see who he had knocked over, his stomach flew up to his throat. It was Hermione.
"Malfoy! What are you doing?" She asked, trying to stand up.
He held out his hand and to his surprise, she took it. "I'm sorry Hermione but I really have to go. I'm going to be late for transfiguration! Wait, what are you doing here? C'mon, we're going to be late!" Draco began to run, but when he didn't hear Hermione's footsteps behind him, he stopped.
"First of all, it's Saturday you dimwit. Secondly, you called me Hermione..." Suddenly, she became interested in her shoes.
Draco noticed his blunder and mentally slapped himself for it. She was supposed to be Granger or mudblood. Not Hermione.
He smirked. "Yeah. Don't expect it to happen again Mudblood."
It pained him inside to see Hermione like that. She was hurt and he could tell. Just as soon as it happened though, the brave Gryffindor look came out.
"Well your nothing but a ferret to me. Ron was right. You are just an arrogant jerk" Holding her head up high, she walked away from him.
Draco sighed.
Weasel: 1, Ferret: 0
~Author's Notes~
Much thanks to;
Creeky Bush: Wow. 2 reviews! Thanks!
Jomai: Thanks for the review! I'm going to go read your story now!
Boring chapter, I know. It's ok though. It should get more intresting once it gets farther into the story. Oh and before I forget, how do you make words bold and italize them? I have Microsoft Word but I don't think it matters does it? Ok, so enough questions. Review!
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Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own Harry Potter and neither do you. Bananas are yellow, tomatoes are red, Stop reading this, and read my story instead!
Summery: There is a very fine line between love and hate. Draco Malfoy has been inching closer and closer and has finally crossed that line but can Hermione do the same? DM/HG
Draco Malfoy was laying on his bed and trying hard not to cry. His mother had passed away and he couldn't get over it.
Narcissa Malfoy was the only person in his life that cared for him. When his father would yell at him, she would stand up for him, even if that meant getting hit. If he fell down she would help him up. When he cried, she would wipe away his tears.
So where was she now? Draco needed her more then ever. He needed someone he could talk to about Hermione, school, his friends, his father, and her death. Draco Malfoy missed his mother.
He glanced at the clock. It was getting to be late and he could hear Crabbe and Goyle's snores. He groaned and turned over.
During the night, he tossed and turned, finally falling asleep. His slumber didn't last long for in a few hours, Draco woke up sweating and panting. Figuring out that he wouldn't get any more sleep, he made his way out of the dormitory and out the portrait hole. He was going to go to a place where he could just think.
He was going to the Astronomy Tower.
Quietly, Draco blended into the walls. He crept down long corridors, keeping an eye out for Filch, Peeves and Mrs. Norris. He passed knights, portraits and doors, none of which mattered much to him. Finally he got to his destination. He silently walked up the stairs and toward the window only to find that he wasn't alone. Someone else was staring out the window and gazing at the stars. Draco couldn't tell who it was from where he was standing and softly made his way closer. To his surprise it was Hermione Granger.
He watched her in silence and saw that she had tears coming down her eyes. He saw her lips moving and paused to her what she was saying.
"...bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might. Grant the wish I wish tonight." She closed her eyes and grabbed what seemed to be a necklace around her neck. She opened her eyes soon after when a small bird flew next to her. A small smile appeared through the tear-stricken face. She began to talk to it.
"I wish I were a bird. That way I could fly away from here. Fly away from all my problems and just be free. In fact..." The girl that Draco had been watching suddenly turned into a phoenix. Draco gasped. Hermione Granger was an unregistered animagus.
So know-it-all Granger could break the rules after all. Who knew? Then again, she was friends with Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, the two biggest troublemakers in school since Fred and George Weasley.
The phoenix flew out the window and out onto the crisp air. Draco moved quickly to the window and sat there, watching the phoenix soar around the sky. It was a beautiful and mesmerizing sight. He watched her fly until the break of dawn when he fell asleep right there on the window.
What he didn't know was that a certain Hermione Granger had found out that he was watching her.
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Draco woke up when he heard the chatter of students in the hall. He yawned and stretched his arms. He shook his head and scowled. There was no time to go do his hair. Sighing, he let his silver blonde hair fall in face and headed back toward the common room to get his things.
However, he learned to like his hair like that when he got catcalls and approving looks from the female population of the school. Portraits were eyeing him with lopsided grins. Even Loony Lovegood gave him a compliment.
He smirked as he walked past a group of giggling girls and their boyfriends who glared at him. As he muttered the password and entered the room, he couldn't help but think how much he liked his new hairstyle. Everyone seemed to be falling under his charm.
Everyone that was, except for Hermione Granger. When he walked into the common room, she barely glanced at him and then leaving the room. Draco was furious. How could she not look at him? Every other girl in school seemed to be falling for him.
But Hermione wasn't just any girl. She was special and she should've been his.
Dong. Dong Dong...
Oh no. He was going to be late. Hurriedly, he began to gather his things and sprinted out of the portrait hole. McGonagall was going to kill him.
He raced to beat the clock when he bumped into someone. They both fell down and Draco's things went flying. Quickly, he tried to get his things back together. When he looked up to see who he had knocked over, his stomach flew up to his throat. It was Hermione.
"Malfoy! What are you doing?" She asked, trying to stand up.
He held out his hand and to his surprise, she took it. "I'm sorry Hermione but I really have to go. I'm going to be late for transfiguration! Wait, what are you doing here? C'mon, we're going to be late!" Draco began to run, but when he didn't hear Hermione's footsteps behind him, he stopped.
"First of all, it's Saturday you dimwit. Secondly, you called me Hermione..." Suddenly, she became interested in her shoes.
Draco noticed his blunder and mentally slapped himself for it. She was supposed to be Granger or mudblood. Not Hermione.
He smirked. "Yeah. Don't expect it to happen again Mudblood."
It pained him inside to see Hermione like that. She was hurt and he could tell. Just as soon as it happened though, the brave Gryffindor look came out.
"Well your nothing but a ferret to me. Ron was right. You are just an arrogant jerk" Holding her head up high, she walked away from him.
Draco sighed.
Weasel: 1, Ferret: 0
~Author's Notes~
Much thanks to;
Creeky Bush: Wow. 2 reviews! Thanks!
Jomai: Thanks for the review! I'm going to go read your story now!
Boring chapter, I know. It's ok though. It should get more intresting once it gets farther into the story. Oh and before I forget, how do you make words bold and italize them? I have Microsoft Word but I don't think it matters does it? Ok, so enough questions. Review!
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