Are my chapters still short??? Really? I thought I was making them rather long. But the last one I reckon was a bit rushed. What do you think?? Hmmm?
Would anyone like to read my other one-shot? I think i've mentioned this before... but i'd love 2 hear ur opinion about it compared to this fic!
"Draco!" she cried, as she ran after him leaving Harry behind, "Wait! I can explain!"
He turned abruptly around and fixed her with a cold stare. Hermione was shocked, it been what seemed like forever since that callous glare had been used against her.
"Dra-" she began explaining,
"That's Malfoy to you, Mudblood," he retorted. Once again she was shocked, it seemed like forever since that vindictive title had been used on her; another blow. Tear welled up in her eyes; how could he not listen, why couldn't he understand?
"Listen to me," she tried again, but her force made Draco even more insistent on getting away.
"Why should I, Mudblood? Why should I even bother? Well, looks like you've got your wonder boy back! Looks like you can stop screwing with me!" He shouted at her,
"Because... this is a mistake! Me... Harry, we're just friends," she explained,
"You're damn right! This is a mistake. Me... you, we're less than friends," he twisted her words,
"N-No, Draco, this is a mistake," she sobbed, just when Harry caught up to them,
"Wait up Herm-" Harry began, before realising what was going on, "Oh,"
Harry grinned wickedly at Draco; instead of replying in similar fashion, Draco gave him a ruthlessly cold glare. That scared Harry.
"Uh... gotta go! Catch ya in class!" said Harry cheerfully; giving her a wink Malfoy could plainly see.
Malfoy turned to leave.
"Draco!" Hermione cried after him,
"I told you, it's Malfoy to you. We're no longer on a first name basis," he stonily stated,
"Dra- Okay, Malfoy; whatever you want. Listen," Hermione began again, "me and Harry, we're just friends. I don't know what happened in there."
"Well I do, okay, Mudblood. I saw everything. I followed you in to room; yes. I saw everything. I saw the way you two were all over each other." Draco breathed,
"I never!" Hermione automatically denied, "Okay, so he made a move on me..."
"Yes. He made a move on you Hermione. And the thing is you just stood there and took it. If it was all a mistake... then why! Answer me that Hermione!"
She couldn't.
"I-I," Hermione searched her head for an explanation. She found none. She just stared at the beautiful rose in his hands.
"That's because you can't. Okay, Hermione? Do I have to spell it out for you? Wonder boy's willing to take you back... you're madly in love with him... need anymore clues?" he answered for her, sarcastically,
"No, it's not like that," she called out as he started leaving again, grabbing at his arm, pulling him back.
"Don't touch me," he hissed, pulling away from her,
"I-I," she wanted to say something; anything; "Happy Valentine's day," she said lightly,
"Bitch!" he cursed underneath his breath, now beginning to lose it, "Happy fucking Valentine's day to you too," he said, now riled up, "and here; I even bought something for you..."
He tore the petal off the flower, dropped the now unattractive stem on the ground and damaged it further with the heel of his boot. He muttered some charm underneath his breath, so lightly Hermione couldn't hear him. He charmed the rose petals and they went whirling romantically around her. A simple levitation spell altered. It was a truly beautiful sight.
But no there was more. Being Draco, master at spells; born of high wizarding blood but overlooked and outshined by Hermione herself; he distorted the simple charm even further.
Hermione playfully reached to playfully catch a rose petal. As she touched the red petal, a symbol for love; it shrivelled up and withered black. She gasped in horror completely taken aback by it.
"Should've guess why I found nothing from you... no fucking surprise," he muttered under his breath, leaving her distracted with her gift. Draco turned and left her, he walked away, calm and composed and didn't look back.
For the entire Potions lesson, Hermione kept looking towards Draco. Never once did she catch him looking longingly back at her. Not once.
Harry, being so typical, came up and sat next to her; even against her protest.
In front of Draco.
Harry was whispering something in her ear bust she was too busy to listen. Absently she agreed, nodded her head and focused her attention on him again, only to realise he was moving in for a snog.
Bugger.
"Harry!! What are you doing?" Hermione hissed at him, pushing his hands down from underneath her skirt,
"What? Since you just agreed to get back together again, I thought we should celebrate with a kiss!" he sighed, giving her a smile she couldn't help but smile back.
"Potter, Granger; please refrain from making love in my class. I do wish to educate some of the class, even if you two insist on behaving like rodents on heat. 20 points off Gryffindor for both of you," Snape drawled.
If Draco didn't notice Harry and Hermione so intimate with each other, he certainly did then. Everyone turned to them, the Gryffindors not holding back grins; loving the thought of the heaven sent pair getting back together, even though the couple just lost points from their house. While the Slytherins aimed death glares at the couple; knowing of Draco's plan and how this was definitely not part of it, even though their rivals had jus lost points for their house.
"Draco... I mean Malfoy! Wait up!" Hermione tried to catch up with him after the lesson had ended,
"Mudblood," he greeted, in a distant and cold manner.
"I uh..." Hermione was lost for words. Seriously.
"Stay away from him, filthy Gryffindor Whore," sneered Pansy; her arms spread around Draco, and claimed him. Hermione arched her eyebrow, stating the plain hypocrisy in her statement.
"You can talk, Pansy," she retorted,
"Pansy's innocent, Mudblood. I don't believe I've ever seen her drool over anyone else, much less shag anyone in front of me," stated Draco, walking off with a triumphant Pansy.
"Hermione, Hey! I was wondering, can I copy you're notes? I need to check if they're the same as mine..." asked Harry as he too exited the class. Hermione, unable to resist either his smile or sharing knowledge reluctantly obliged to his request.
They walked down the corridor to an empty class and Hermione laid down her notes. Strangely Harry didn't even make a move. He didn't need to.
Hermione didn't see Draco running towards the dungeons, probably to retrieve something he left behind, and stopped to watch the pair enter another empty classroom. He walked with disdain; he saw past events repeating itself and a glorious Harry leering at him.
This made him fairly angry.
"Thanks," Harry whispered, after he finished copying her notes, now late for lunch
"No prob," Hermione replied; she got all her stuff together.
She walked down the corridor and Harry's arm found it's way around her waist. How she used to think such actions were romantic. Now they were just sleazy.
She heard a rhythmic banging noise coming from a closet. Maybe it was someone's poor pet trapped in there, wanting to get out thought Hermione.
She opened the door.
"Draco...Draco...Draco," Pansy chanted, moaning his name as they were passionately making love. Hermione's eyes locked with Draco's, giving her a cruel vengeful smile, he licked Pansy, making her moan, unashamed of the audience.
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