When Hermione came to her senses, she found herself outside by the lake. Of
course, in the perfect end to the perfect day it was raining. But Hermione
sat down anyways. She was under a tree, so she was partially sheltered any
how. It's amazing how fast bad things can happen, she thought to herself.
They hadn't even been back at school for two weeks yet. And of course, true
to form, when it rains it pours. She couldn't believe what she had done to
Malfoy on top of it all. She was going to wind up in detention for a month
at least, if not worse. But that didn't matter now, nothing did really. She
should have guessed, there were so many clues. Notes in strange hand
writing that "belonged" to Dean or Seamus, but then were hurriedly stuffed
away. All of the half baked excuses as to why he couldn't meet her for what
ever they had planned, "Oh, I promised to help Ginny with something", or,
'it completely slipped my mind that I volunteered to help McGonagall with
this thing." It was so obvious. Harry must have known too, or else he
wouldn't have been so set against her going to the dormitory. How could
they sit and lie to her like that. And Ginny must have known to, she
covered for him so many times. But why, was she really that unimportant,
that her friends didn't even think she deserved to know. The whole school
probably knew. Hermione had never quite felt so alone before. Not even
during the beginning of first year when almost everyone hated her. Even the
time in third year wasn't as bad, at least then she had mounds of work to
burry herself in. Harry would stick with Ron of course; he had been in on t
the whole time anyway. And Ginny wouldn't desert her brother, after all,
blood is thicker then water. But all of this only caused Hermione to cry
harder, and so she commanded her brain to stop thinking.
Draco was just walking out of the school when he saw her sitting there. She must have been soaked to the bone. Why would the perfect little mudblood choose sitting in the rain over her nice warm common room, or the library for that matter. As he stepped closer he could tell that she was crying. When he saw the expression on her face he felt pity rush through him. He knew that look, the look of complete and utter aloneness. He had worn that look many times thought his life, not where anyone could see of course. Yet, how many times had he wished for is mother to walk in and see him like that, and wrap him in a warm loving hug. Not that his mother didn't love him of course, but no one in his family ever showed much emotion. Other then anger or hatred emotions were beneath them. But during all of those years, all he had ever wanted was to not be so alone. Which is why Draco found himself doing a very surprising thing. He walked towards Hermione, the whole way telling his brain to stop, but somehow he couldn't stop himself.
The next time Hermione lifted her head, she found that she wasn't alone. Draco Malfoy was sitting a little bit away from her. She prepared herself for his next line of insults, but they never came. Now was a time that she should feel the worst, sitting in the rain with her enemy, yet somehow it felt almost good. At least she wasn't alone anymore. She couldn't help but to wonder if Harry and Ron were even looking for her. Or maybe Ron had just gone back to making out with Parvati. That seemed more and more likely every time Hermione thought about it. The next time she looked up she found herself sitting right beside Malfoy. He had moved over, or perhaps she had, either way it seemed very comforting. They must have sat there for over an hour before either one of the spoke. Hermione almost hated to break the silence, but she just had to know.
"Can I ask you a question?" she said in a voice that almost didn't sound like her own.
"Hmm," was all Draco said in reply.
"Well, what makes me so different from the other girls?"
"What do you mean?"
"What makes me so much less desirable then a girl like Parvati? Is it because I'm too smart, too bookwormish, too bossy, too much of a know-it- all? I'm I too ugly, I don't know, my hairs to frizzy? What? What makes me so undesirable to men?"
"Well Granger, I'm not entirely sure what this is all about yet, but I can assure you, it's not because you're too ugly." And it was true, although not a bombshell, Hermione had grown into a beautiful young woman. However, her hair still fell in large messy, frizzy curls.
"Then what is it? What would make him ant her over me?" she cried.
"Oh, I see. Weasley finally screwed up. I was wondering when your perfect, sweet and oh so romantic relationship would come crumbling down." Draco had to stop himself from bursting out laughing, however not before Hermione noticed the glee in his voice.
"It's not funny Malfoy. How would you like it if you found Pansy with someone else?"
"Why, I'd throw a party. A great big goodbye to Pansy party." (A/N-yes this line was inspired by Chicago, I love that movie)
"Yes, I suppose you would. I should have slapped him or something. Anything to make him feel at least a little of the pain that I'm going through right now."
"He'd be feeling a whole lot of your pain I would guess. Your slaps hurt!" They feel into silence for a while again before Draco realized that the rain had stopped. "Hey, we should go back inside. It must be way past dinner time."
"You can go; I think I'll stay out here for a while yet."
"Suit yourself." Draco turned to leave, but stopped when he felt Hermione's hand on this robe. "What?"
"I just wanted to say thank you. You know, for listening and stuff. You didn't have to, and well..."
"It was nothing Granger. I simply find that it's no fun for you to cry if I didn't cause the tears," Draco replied. But he nearly cringed at the look on her face. "Oh, r-right, well, still," she said, while attempting to stop another flow of tears. Draco walked quickly back to the castle, wondering why he felt so bad for once again pushing her to the edge.
Oh, well this is just wonderful, thought Hermione. He couldn't let me have just one moment today where I wasn't heart broken, or humiliated. Nope, he couldn't be nice just once. Well, I can't sit out here all night, I'll freeze to death. She glanced down at her watch and found that it was already 9:30. Well, maybe one thing will go right today and I'll make it to my common room without seeing Ron or Harry, or Ginny, or really any living person. Or Peeves, it would really suck to run into Peeves right now.
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Draco was just walking out of the school when he saw her sitting there. She must have been soaked to the bone. Why would the perfect little mudblood choose sitting in the rain over her nice warm common room, or the library for that matter. As he stepped closer he could tell that she was crying. When he saw the expression on her face he felt pity rush through him. He knew that look, the look of complete and utter aloneness. He had worn that look many times thought his life, not where anyone could see of course. Yet, how many times had he wished for is mother to walk in and see him like that, and wrap him in a warm loving hug. Not that his mother didn't love him of course, but no one in his family ever showed much emotion. Other then anger or hatred emotions were beneath them. But during all of those years, all he had ever wanted was to not be so alone. Which is why Draco found himself doing a very surprising thing. He walked towards Hermione, the whole way telling his brain to stop, but somehow he couldn't stop himself.
The next time Hermione lifted her head, she found that she wasn't alone. Draco Malfoy was sitting a little bit away from her. She prepared herself for his next line of insults, but they never came. Now was a time that she should feel the worst, sitting in the rain with her enemy, yet somehow it felt almost good. At least she wasn't alone anymore. She couldn't help but to wonder if Harry and Ron were even looking for her. Or maybe Ron had just gone back to making out with Parvati. That seemed more and more likely every time Hermione thought about it. The next time she looked up she found herself sitting right beside Malfoy. He had moved over, or perhaps she had, either way it seemed very comforting. They must have sat there for over an hour before either one of the spoke. Hermione almost hated to break the silence, but she just had to know.
"Can I ask you a question?" she said in a voice that almost didn't sound like her own.
"Hmm," was all Draco said in reply.
"Well, what makes me so different from the other girls?"
"What do you mean?"
"What makes me so much less desirable then a girl like Parvati? Is it because I'm too smart, too bookwormish, too bossy, too much of a know-it- all? I'm I too ugly, I don't know, my hairs to frizzy? What? What makes me so undesirable to men?"
"Well Granger, I'm not entirely sure what this is all about yet, but I can assure you, it's not because you're too ugly." And it was true, although not a bombshell, Hermione had grown into a beautiful young woman. However, her hair still fell in large messy, frizzy curls.
"Then what is it? What would make him ant her over me?" she cried.
"Oh, I see. Weasley finally screwed up. I was wondering when your perfect, sweet and oh so romantic relationship would come crumbling down." Draco had to stop himself from bursting out laughing, however not before Hermione noticed the glee in his voice.
"It's not funny Malfoy. How would you like it if you found Pansy with someone else?"
"Why, I'd throw a party. A great big goodbye to Pansy party." (A/N-yes this line was inspired by Chicago, I love that movie)
"Yes, I suppose you would. I should have slapped him or something. Anything to make him feel at least a little of the pain that I'm going through right now."
"He'd be feeling a whole lot of your pain I would guess. Your slaps hurt!" They feel into silence for a while again before Draco realized that the rain had stopped. "Hey, we should go back inside. It must be way past dinner time."
"You can go; I think I'll stay out here for a while yet."
"Suit yourself." Draco turned to leave, but stopped when he felt Hermione's hand on this robe. "What?"
"I just wanted to say thank you. You know, for listening and stuff. You didn't have to, and well..."
"It was nothing Granger. I simply find that it's no fun for you to cry if I didn't cause the tears," Draco replied. But he nearly cringed at the look on her face. "Oh, r-right, well, still," she said, while attempting to stop another flow of tears. Draco walked quickly back to the castle, wondering why he felt so bad for once again pushing her to the edge.
Oh, well this is just wonderful, thought Hermione. He couldn't let me have just one moment today where I wasn't heart broken, or humiliated. Nope, he couldn't be nice just once. Well, I can't sit out here all night, I'll freeze to death. She glanced down at her watch and found that it was already 9:30. Well, maybe one thing will go right today and I'll make it to my common room without seeing Ron or Harry, or Ginny, or really any living person. Or Peeves, it would really suck to run into Peeves right now.
Ok people, thanks for reading so far. Please review and tell me what you think.