Author's Note: I know, I know, it's been forever since I have updated, but
I had midterm exams to study for. I still do! High school is so annoying
that way. They never think that they have enough tests! As you have
probably noticed, the last chapter was pretty intense. Or maybe it was
just for me because I was writing it. Anyway, this chapter will have a
similar tenseness.
I do have one thing to say before I start this chapter. I have one
reviewer that I have something to say. You know who you are. Just to
explain something I have already said, I will not put any sex in my story.
To be blunt I can't stand reading stories with graphic description of sex
in it, which I am assuming you want to read. I couldn't write it even if I
wanted to. Also, even if I didn't mind putting sex in my story, graphic or
not graphic, it would complicate it more than I want it to be. To all of
my reviewers, thanks for giving my story a chance and reading it.
Disclaimer: I am just happy writing my own fiction of the story. If it weren't for J.K. Rowling, I nor anyone else would be writing our very own Harry Potter Fanfiction.
Ginny was looking for some parchment for a Charms essay, but when she turned to go to the next isle, she saw Hermione walking towards were Draco Malfoy stood. Sensing that something was going to happen, (Woman's intuition) Ginny quickly went back around the isle and watched what was going to happen. Sure enough, soon Hermione and Draco started to raise their voices.
'Whoa,' thought Ginny to herself. 'This argument sure is intense.'
Over the year she had seen Draco and Hermione fight or have yelling matches countless times. Like in third year when Hermione slapped him, but this one was different.
If you had only seen them fight once or twice like most students did, the fight in the store looked like any other fight, but Ginny knew Hermione better than that. After all, Hermione had spent a few summers with the her family, like a week during the Quidditch World Cup before Hermione's fourth year and the summers when Order of the Phoenix was in action. Not to mention that Hermione was one of Ron's best friends. Ginny knew Hermione enough to know that this fight was different from all of the others she had seen.
The sexual tension was so strong between them that Ginny swore that she could almost visually see it and cut it with a knife. Ginny could also tell that Hermione was fighting the attraction that she was feeling.
"She seems to keeping her head," Ginny muttered to herself, then added. "That's more than what I can say about most girls around him."
Ginny watched as Hermione told Draco that she hated him and stomped out of the store. Draco huffed to himself for a minute then soon went out the same door, and walked in the opposite direction.
When he was gone, Ginny came out from behind the shelf. She could see why Hermione fancied to him. He was hot and the only guy she was around for most of the day, besides Harry and Ron. That didn't make him any less of a git though. Hermione had to be going through a phase or something. Ginny was sure that she would get over it. Hermione was really smart. She knew what kind of scum he was.
Ginny decided that she would keep her month closed about it for now, but she would keep her eyes opened.
"No," she said aloud to herself, changing her mind. "I have to figure out exactly what is going on right now, first." And getting the parchment she needed, she left the store with an idea in mind. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Damn it! ! ! ! !" Draco yelled, pounding on his bedroom wall. His pale fists had long since turned black and blue, and it wouldn't be long until his they started to bleed.
He couldn't even stay mad at her. He was angry with himself as to be so weak as to want a muggleborn. And what was more, once she stormed out of the store at Hogsmeade, he thought about the kiss that they had shared while she was under the potion, and he then finally realized that she was the girl from his dream (Guys can be so dense). How this was possible, he did not know, but he recognized how her body fit with his. This only fueled his anger. Not only was he attracted to her, but she was the girl he desired also. This could not go on.
Draco stopped pounding on his wall, grabbed his wand, and muttered a spell to fix his hands. He calmly walked to the balcony that he shared with Hermione, and plopped into a chair.
Draco considered what had happened that day. She had yelled that she hated him, and she had to have meant it. It was so cold, maybe even colder than he had ever been to her when calling her a Mudblood. Only someone with intense feelings could say 'I hate you,' mean it and have it come out like that. He had at least done what he had planed to do. She no longer wanted him, but he still desired her. He wanted her, but he would never have her.
Going back to his room, Draco grabbed his supplies and went back to the balcony to drown himself in his mountains of undone homework.
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She was tougher than this. She shouldn't have let him get to her like that.
"Well, he is s s s the "Almighty Pureblood," Hermione said to herself sarcastically as she soaked herself in the bathtub. It was only a matter of time until he would have returned to hating her, a muggleborn. It was just sooner than she thought it would be.
There was something weird that had happened after they had argued at the shop. He had knocked some sense into her somehow. She then realized that she deserved someone better than he. After the argument that they had, and the more her anger faded from the event, the more her feelings for him did too. Now, a few hours later, she felt no longer uncontrollable anger or undying passion towards him. She barely felt anything for him. Her emotions were only a fraction of what they had ever been. They were still there, but hardly.
As the unusual eerie calm settled over her, Hermione sweetly smiled to herself. She didn't completely understand what was happening to her at the moment. Could a simple bath make all of her troubles seem to disappear? Whatever was happening, she was grateful for the at least temporary stress-free time that she was having.
Rising out of the tub, Hermione went to her room, and got dressed into a set of comfortable clothes. Just then, there was a knock on the portraits door of the unicorn and peasant girl.
Hermione was perplexed. No one knew where her and Draco's common room was. She had never told Harry or Ron. Dumbledore knew the password so he would have come in on his own by now. Well, whoever was at the door, Hermione had to answer it, so walking to it, she slowly opened the door. Outside in the empty corridor stood one person.
It was Ginny.
************Okay. Not much of a cliffy, but it has to do. I had no time to try to thoroughly check though this chapter, so please forgive the errors. Even if you don't want to, leave a review, unless you are going to be pure evil and yell at me for some reason or another. :P
Disclaimer: I am just happy writing my own fiction of the story. If it weren't for J.K. Rowling, I nor anyone else would be writing our very own Harry Potter Fanfiction.
Ginny was looking for some parchment for a Charms essay, but when she turned to go to the next isle, she saw Hermione walking towards were Draco Malfoy stood. Sensing that something was going to happen, (Woman's intuition) Ginny quickly went back around the isle and watched what was going to happen. Sure enough, soon Hermione and Draco started to raise their voices.
'Whoa,' thought Ginny to herself. 'This argument sure is intense.'
Over the year she had seen Draco and Hermione fight or have yelling matches countless times. Like in third year when Hermione slapped him, but this one was different.
If you had only seen them fight once or twice like most students did, the fight in the store looked like any other fight, but Ginny knew Hermione better than that. After all, Hermione had spent a few summers with the her family, like a week during the Quidditch World Cup before Hermione's fourth year and the summers when Order of the Phoenix was in action. Not to mention that Hermione was one of Ron's best friends. Ginny knew Hermione enough to know that this fight was different from all of the others she had seen.
The sexual tension was so strong between them that Ginny swore that she could almost visually see it and cut it with a knife. Ginny could also tell that Hermione was fighting the attraction that she was feeling.
"She seems to keeping her head," Ginny muttered to herself, then added. "That's more than what I can say about most girls around him."
Ginny watched as Hermione told Draco that she hated him and stomped out of the store. Draco huffed to himself for a minute then soon went out the same door, and walked in the opposite direction.
When he was gone, Ginny came out from behind the shelf. She could see why Hermione fancied to him. He was hot and the only guy she was around for most of the day, besides Harry and Ron. That didn't make him any less of a git though. Hermione had to be going through a phase or something. Ginny was sure that she would get over it. Hermione was really smart. She knew what kind of scum he was.
Ginny decided that she would keep her month closed about it for now, but she would keep her eyes opened.
"No," she said aloud to herself, changing her mind. "I have to figure out exactly what is going on right now, first." And getting the parchment she needed, she left the store with an idea in mind. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Damn it! ! ! ! !" Draco yelled, pounding on his bedroom wall. His pale fists had long since turned black and blue, and it wouldn't be long until his they started to bleed.
He couldn't even stay mad at her. He was angry with himself as to be so weak as to want a muggleborn. And what was more, once she stormed out of the store at Hogsmeade, he thought about the kiss that they had shared while she was under the potion, and he then finally realized that she was the girl from his dream (Guys can be so dense). How this was possible, he did not know, but he recognized how her body fit with his. This only fueled his anger. Not only was he attracted to her, but she was the girl he desired also. This could not go on.
Draco stopped pounding on his wall, grabbed his wand, and muttered a spell to fix his hands. He calmly walked to the balcony that he shared with Hermione, and plopped into a chair.
Draco considered what had happened that day. She had yelled that she hated him, and she had to have meant it. It was so cold, maybe even colder than he had ever been to her when calling her a Mudblood. Only someone with intense feelings could say 'I hate you,' mean it and have it come out like that. He had at least done what he had planed to do. She no longer wanted him, but he still desired her. He wanted her, but he would never have her.
Going back to his room, Draco grabbed his supplies and went back to the balcony to drown himself in his mountains of undone homework.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~
She was tougher than this. She shouldn't have let him get to her like that.
"Well, he is s s s the "Almighty Pureblood," Hermione said to herself sarcastically as she soaked herself in the bathtub. It was only a matter of time until he would have returned to hating her, a muggleborn. It was just sooner than she thought it would be.
There was something weird that had happened after they had argued at the shop. He had knocked some sense into her somehow. She then realized that she deserved someone better than he. After the argument that they had, and the more her anger faded from the event, the more her feelings for him did too. Now, a few hours later, she felt no longer uncontrollable anger or undying passion towards him. She barely felt anything for him. Her emotions were only a fraction of what they had ever been. They were still there, but hardly.
As the unusual eerie calm settled over her, Hermione sweetly smiled to herself. She didn't completely understand what was happening to her at the moment. Could a simple bath make all of her troubles seem to disappear? Whatever was happening, she was grateful for the at least temporary stress-free time that she was having.
Rising out of the tub, Hermione went to her room, and got dressed into a set of comfortable clothes. Just then, there was a knock on the portraits door of the unicorn and peasant girl.
Hermione was perplexed. No one knew where her and Draco's common room was. She had never told Harry or Ron. Dumbledore knew the password so he would have come in on his own by now. Well, whoever was at the door, Hermione had to answer it, so walking to it, she slowly opened the door. Outside in the empty corridor stood one person.
It was Ginny.
************Okay. Not much of a cliffy, but it has to do. I had no time to try to thoroughly check though this chapter, so please forgive the errors. Even if you don't want to, leave a review, unless you are going to be pure evil and yell at me for some reason or another. :P