Authors Note: Okay. I have a serious lack of originality for this story
right now, so please bare with me. I think that all of the studying that I
have done for school has wiped out all my creative thinking, because of how
structured high school work is. It is so hard to keep up with my high
expectations I have for myself to do well at school. *Sarcastically* I just
can't wait for college to come around and give me a real challenge. I bet
that I am not making any sense to you people, but I had to get that off my
chest. Anyway, on with the story.
Disclaimer: Not mine. J.K. Rowlings does a much better job with the story. I just wish I had half of her talent.
Lying in bed that night, Draco was stunned with what had happened that day. The day that Hermione Granger kissed him and he felt the weird sensation of feeling well up inside of him.
He had rarely felt anything in his life, his father had made sure of that. It was the first lesson that he had taught him.
'It was a weakness.' he had said. 'One that will distract you, and get you killed.' Feelings just got in the way.
This was the first major feeling Draco had ever had. He couldn't get rid of it and it was the most confusing feeling of all. It was caring for someone. For her. He liked her, and he had no idea as to how to react to this.
Draco turned over in his bed. Why? Why did he have to like her? He wanted to be cold and unfeeling but he couldn't entirely be that anymore.
Life was much simpler if you could be cold, Draco thought, and went to sleep.
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Waking up later than usual the next morning, Draco headed to the bathroom. Opening the door, he got a sight that both pleased him and shocked him at the same time.
Hermione was standing near the sink facing Draco's door in nothing but a towel. She was leaning down shaving her long, slender, creamy legs (Not that Draco noticed :P). Her damp hair was on her shoulders and looked up with a look of slight surprise when he opened the door.
Draco was torn by two different instincts. Checking her out and yelling bloody murder at her to cover what he was feeling at the moment. His stomach was doing flip-flops. He liked the sight before him. She had such a great body. His eyes began to wonder, but then his Malfoy attitude and the confusion of these newly discovered feelings kicked in and he wisely chose the latter instinct.
Quickly shutting the door he yelled through it to her the first thing that he popped into his mind.
"Lock the door the next time, Granger! I don't want to be looking at a half naked Mudblood!"
Hermione flinched. Where did that come from? The word still stung her a little bit, especially since she wasn't expect it. She also would have thought that most guys would have taken advantage of her state and stare or something. But maybe Draco did. Hadn't his eyes started to travel right before he shut the door and yelled at her? It had happened so fast. Some part of her wished that he had, but then she was relieved he didn't do anything to embarrass her.
She started to get anger. The fact that he had called her Mudblood had gotten past the confusion. With that, she yelled back.
"Why don't you knock next time you slimy git!"
He didn't know how to answer that. She was right, but he couldn't bring himself to call her Mudblood again so he yelled at her before leaving his room and going to the commons room.
"Whatever, Granger."
Sighing, Hermione finished shaving her legs and went back to her room knowing that she really didn't hate him, though she should.
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Why! Why must she have this affect on him? Draco thought angrily over lunch. He had asked this question to himself so many times that he had annoyed himself by how one tracked minded he had been lately. She had that affect on him. No one had ever had that affect on him before. He didn't even care about getting even with her anymore for all she had done to him. He just wanted her out of his head.
An idea stuck him. What if he channeled this hate of liking her and changed it into hating her now and express it around her? He had hated her for six years. How hard would it be to show that hate for her now? He could do it again. He knew that it might take a long time, but if he kept showing hate, maybe he would actually hate her again.
It had to work, he thought, almost pleading to himself in his head, but then he abruptly stopped. Liking her had softened him. He could not let this go on any further. He had to do what he had to do. It would start at the Hogsmeade trip that day.
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It was a beautiful day at Hogsmeade. Harry, Ron and Hermione had gone to the Three Broomsticks for butterbeers and now they were walking around, munching on some Chocolate Frogs. Hermione then remembered that she needed some new quills, so she stopped and told Harry and Ron.
"Guys. I just remembered that I have some supplies for school. I meet up with you later," and she started to the shop.
"Okay Hermione. Don't take too long," Harry shouted back at her.
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Draco was at the shop when Hermione showed up. He knew that she had few quills and would be there. He had looked at her supplies that day to get a clue as to where she would be going at Hogsmeade. He had done so to have a quick reason to start hating her again. The sooner he did, the sooner he would be back to his old self. The store had recently been reorganized, so he used this to his advantage. Standing near where the quills used to be, he pretending to be browsing.
Hermione came up to him. Looked for the quills for a second, and then asked Draco the question he knew she would.
"Malfoy, do you know where the quills are?
Smirking and sounding rude, Draco answered, "Why should I tell you Granger?"
Confused, but not enough to keep her anger from rising, she hotly answered his question with a question, "What happened to us being civil to each other?"
His smirk widely and he leaned casually on the shelf.
"I got tired of it."
He was hurting her. She had actually thought that they were becoming friends. Maybe even in the direction of something more.
"I can't believe that I thought that we could be something other than enemies!" Hermione said, rising her voice, almost teary eyed. Her anger was covering any other feelings she had for him.
Slightly taken aback, but not showing it, Draco stood up straight and wondered, did she almost admit to liking me? Quickly, he recomposed his thoughts and decided to really hit her with something that would really hurt her.
"You actually believed that I could tolerate living with a Mudblood for long?" He really emphasized the word, trying to show her that he really meant it.
It was like a slap in the face and a kick in the gut, but instead of being hurt, Hermione was now murderously angry. He had no right to call her that. But despite that hate she now yet again had for him, the other feelings she had still leaked slightly out of them inside of her. They were not going to let her cover them up.
Quietly she said with ever ounce of feeling she had to show him that she could be just a cold as he could. It was filled with love, hate, and ever other feeling in between.
"I hate you." It came out much more icily than she ever thought possible. Leaving Draco with his look of pure hate equal on his face as on hers, she left not knowing that Ginny had been watching her and Draco from the next isle over the whole time.
*********Wow. That chapter turned out better than I thought it would have. Tell me if you liked it.
Disclaimer: Not mine. J.K. Rowlings does a much better job with the story. I just wish I had half of her talent.
Lying in bed that night, Draco was stunned with what had happened that day. The day that Hermione Granger kissed him and he felt the weird sensation of feeling well up inside of him.
He had rarely felt anything in his life, his father had made sure of that. It was the first lesson that he had taught him.
'It was a weakness.' he had said. 'One that will distract you, and get you killed.' Feelings just got in the way.
This was the first major feeling Draco had ever had. He couldn't get rid of it and it was the most confusing feeling of all. It was caring for someone. For her. He liked her, and he had no idea as to how to react to this.
Draco turned over in his bed. Why? Why did he have to like her? He wanted to be cold and unfeeling but he couldn't entirely be that anymore.
Life was much simpler if you could be cold, Draco thought, and went to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Waking up later than usual the next morning, Draco headed to the bathroom. Opening the door, he got a sight that both pleased him and shocked him at the same time.
Hermione was standing near the sink facing Draco's door in nothing but a towel. She was leaning down shaving her long, slender, creamy legs (Not that Draco noticed :P). Her damp hair was on her shoulders and looked up with a look of slight surprise when he opened the door.
Draco was torn by two different instincts. Checking her out and yelling bloody murder at her to cover what he was feeling at the moment. His stomach was doing flip-flops. He liked the sight before him. She had such a great body. His eyes began to wonder, but then his Malfoy attitude and the confusion of these newly discovered feelings kicked in and he wisely chose the latter instinct.
Quickly shutting the door he yelled through it to her the first thing that he popped into his mind.
"Lock the door the next time, Granger! I don't want to be looking at a half naked Mudblood!"
Hermione flinched. Where did that come from? The word still stung her a little bit, especially since she wasn't expect it. She also would have thought that most guys would have taken advantage of her state and stare or something. But maybe Draco did. Hadn't his eyes started to travel right before he shut the door and yelled at her? It had happened so fast. Some part of her wished that he had, but then she was relieved he didn't do anything to embarrass her.
She started to get anger. The fact that he had called her Mudblood had gotten past the confusion. With that, she yelled back.
"Why don't you knock next time you slimy git!"
He didn't know how to answer that. She was right, but he couldn't bring himself to call her Mudblood again so he yelled at her before leaving his room and going to the commons room.
"Whatever, Granger."
Sighing, Hermione finished shaving her legs and went back to her room knowing that she really didn't hate him, though she should.
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Why! Why must she have this affect on him? Draco thought angrily over lunch. He had asked this question to himself so many times that he had annoyed himself by how one tracked minded he had been lately. She had that affect on him. No one had ever had that affect on him before. He didn't even care about getting even with her anymore for all she had done to him. He just wanted her out of his head.
An idea stuck him. What if he channeled this hate of liking her and changed it into hating her now and express it around her? He had hated her for six years. How hard would it be to show that hate for her now? He could do it again. He knew that it might take a long time, but if he kept showing hate, maybe he would actually hate her again.
It had to work, he thought, almost pleading to himself in his head, but then he abruptly stopped. Liking her had softened him. He could not let this go on any further. He had to do what he had to do. It would start at the Hogsmeade trip that day.
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It was a beautiful day at Hogsmeade. Harry, Ron and Hermione had gone to the Three Broomsticks for butterbeers and now they were walking around, munching on some Chocolate Frogs. Hermione then remembered that she needed some new quills, so she stopped and told Harry and Ron.
"Guys. I just remembered that I have some supplies for school. I meet up with you later," and she started to the shop.
"Okay Hermione. Don't take too long," Harry shouted back at her.
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Draco was at the shop when Hermione showed up. He knew that she had few quills and would be there. He had looked at her supplies that day to get a clue as to where she would be going at Hogsmeade. He had done so to have a quick reason to start hating her again. The sooner he did, the sooner he would be back to his old self. The store had recently been reorganized, so he used this to his advantage. Standing near where the quills used to be, he pretending to be browsing.
Hermione came up to him. Looked for the quills for a second, and then asked Draco the question he knew she would.
"Malfoy, do you know where the quills are?
Smirking and sounding rude, Draco answered, "Why should I tell you Granger?"
Confused, but not enough to keep her anger from rising, she hotly answered his question with a question, "What happened to us being civil to each other?"
His smirk widely and he leaned casually on the shelf.
"I got tired of it."
He was hurting her. She had actually thought that they were becoming friends. Maybe even in the direction of something more.
"I can't believe that I thought that we could be something other than enemies!" Hermione said, rising her voice, almost teary eyed. Her anger was covering any other feelings she had for him.
Slightly taken aback, but not showing it, Draco stood up straight and wondered, did she almost admit to liking me? Quickly, he recomposed his thoughts and decided to really hit her with something that would really hurt her.
"You actually believed that I could tolerate living with a Mudblood for long?" He really emphasized the word, trying to show her that he really meant it.
It was like a slap in the face and a kick in the gut, but instead of being hurt, Hermione was now murderously angry. He had no right to call her that. But despite that hate she now yet again had for him, the other feelings she had still leaked slightly out of them inside of her. They were not going to let her cover them up.
Quietly she said with ever ounce of feeling she had to show him that she could be just a cold as he could. It was filled with love, hate, and ever other feeling in between.
"I hate you." It came out much more icily than she ever thought possible. Leaving Draco with his look of pure hate equal on his face as on hers, she left not knowing that Ginny had been watching her and Draco from the next isle over the whole time.
*********Wow. That chapter turned out better than I thought it would have. Tell me if you liked it.