Abusing Emotions: Chapter 8

Ok. So for the last chapter, I only got like, one review. Apparently, my insanity has driven away all my former readers. Woe on me. Anyways, here's another chappie, and it took a while, with all that's been going on in my life. But keep up the reviews, and I'll update sooner. It's a bribe, yes, but I don't know if it's going to work. Let's just keep our fingers crossed.

I don't own HP. And if anyone questions, I will seriously, boot their ass to Mars.

Weasley's Girl-35: THANK YOU SOOO… MUCH FOR REVIEWING!!! You were the only one. Those ideas weren't bad. Actually, I think I might use one of them. Shh… I tell not which one… You'll just have to wait, read, and see.

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Hermione woke up, at 5 o'clock am sharp.

'God dammit!' she thought angrily. 'Why the hell am I up so early?!'

She rolled over, and tried to get back to sleep, but found that…sleep wasn't going to be coming anytime soon. So she got up, and stomped over to her closet. She found some clothes, and headed for the bathroom. Today was a Saturday. So that meant no classes. She went into the bathroom, and closed the door softly with a 'click'. She turned around, and put her stuff on the counter, stripped, and climbed into the shower. Unfortunately, she neglected to make sure that the door leading to a certain Slytherin's room was locked…

Draco woke up at around 5:15 am.

'Dammit!' he thought angrily. (Did ya notice that good ol 'Mione there said the same thing? I couldn't think of anything else. That's how limited my creativity is.) 'Might as well make the most of it,' He though after realizing that he wasn't tired anymore.

He heard the shower running, and grinned. Even though he had changed, the same old sly streak was there. He got up, and noiselessly crept over to the bathroom door. He tested the door. 'Ahhh…' he thought wickedly. 'Silly girl. Forgot to lock the door. Well, might as well give her something to remember for the rest of her day.'

He opened the door, careful not to make any noises. He saw her stuff on the counter, and strolled over casually, as if going for a walk.

Suddenly, the shower stopped. Usually, people would panic and run for it if they were about to be caught sneaking in on someone in the shower. But, alas, many seem to forget that Draco Malfoy is not your usual person.

He heard Hermione step out, and he nonchalantly leaned across the counter.

He put on his smirk.

Suddenly, Hermione appeared from behind the curtain, with her towel wrapped around her chest. She looked up…and started screaming.

"MALFOY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY BATHROOM?!"

In case the author never mentioned before (that foolish child. Tsk tsk.), the two Heads share a bathroom.

Malfoy was going to correct Hermione little mistake about the shared bathroom, but found that he was incapable of the action. He couldn't move his mouth. He couldn't form any words, and nothing would come out. (Basically, easily put, he was speechless. Me and my bad writing…)

His eyes were glued on Hermione's bare arms.

Suddenly, Hermione snapped, as if jolting out of a dream, when she noticed where Malfoy was staring.

She made a mad rush for her door, clutching at her towel the whole time.

But, to terrible doom, Malfoy was quicker.

Her hand was on the doorknob, about to turn it, when Malfoy's strong hands stopped her.

"Granger…?" His voice trailed off quietly and uncertain.

She didn't reply.

"Granger," this time he sounded more sure of himself, and solid.

"Y-Yes?" she stuttered.

"What happened? Tell me. You're hiding something from me. I knew it on the train, and it's clear as day now."

"Ther-there's nothing wrong."

"Bullshit!" he exclaimed loudly enough to make her jump a little.

"Sorry," he apologized.

"It's k…"

"So, wanna share?"

"I told you! There's nothing wrong with me!" she argued. "Just leave me alone!"

"Granger…"

"Just leave me alone."

She wrenched her hand away from his warm grip, and he reluctantly let her go. He didn't want to push anything.

She grabbed her stuff, and ran through the door, slamming it behind her.

Draco sighed.

How would he ever get her to trust him? He wanted to help. It hit him. He wanted to help Hermione Granger. Goody-goody Gryffindor Granger, not to mention a mudblood.

'I guess I really AM changing. I don't know if it's for good or not. Father's influence really wasn't a way to go…'

This year was going to be tough. Battling feelings and expectations one for one. He didn't know how he was going to make it.

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Whew-ee! That was forced. It was TERRIBLE! But at least something happened. Like, I ran dry out of ideas after like, the whole 'I'm-in-the-bathroom' thingy. I probably need more ideas on how to continue, and what would be most enjoyable for viewing pleasure. Thanx!

me.