Authors Note: Eight reviews. Eight Reviews! And only five of those were
real! The other three were from friends from school. Don't worry, I am
not mad, but I am a little disappointed. I didn't get near the reviews I
expected and I wasn't motivated to write this chapter. And lately I have
been in a really good mood or angry. In fact, I don't really want to write
this chapter right now, since I am in a bad mood, but maybe it will be
inspiration for Hermione and how mad she is at Draco.
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It was 9:00 AM on a Saturday. Hermione was curled up in a ball in her bed, lightly crying under the covers. She couldn't believe it. She was actually crying over Draco Malfoy. It wasn't like they had gone out and he dumped her. They had just kissed twice. Hermione stopped crying long enough to remind herself that one of those kisses was against her will.
Hermione would have never believed that she would be crying over a boy like some kind of lovesick baby. She never thought that she would be like that kind of girl. Silently, she promised herself that she would not cry over him anymore. Suddenly, she started crying again. Why did he have this kind of affect on her? He wasn't worth crying over, was he?
_Yes, he is._
"I didn't ask you, my subconscious," Hermione whispered quietly. "I don't want to hear that."
_But you do. You love him. You want to be with him_
Like a toddler, Hermione quickly put her hands to her ears.
"I am better off without him!"
_Then why are you lying in bed and crying over him?_
Immediately, Hermione got out of bed. She was not going to cry over him. She was going to find out what he did to her.
Quickly getting dressed, Hermione, like her usual self, went to the Library for answers. Sitting in a quiet corner, Hermione paused. Where was she going to start looking? That was when she realized that she was going to have to look back at what happened to her for clues.
She gave a dry sob. She really, really didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to start crying again. It wasn't like she wasn't a strong person. You have to be to be friends with Harry Potter, but there was something about Draco that made her feel so grown up and like a little child all at the same time. And she was scared, very scared. She never thought that she could feel this way at all. It was almost too much for one person to bear.
She scrunched up her face. She was going to force herself to think about what happened. She wasn't going to let him have the last laugh. The git didn't deserve that kind of satisfaction.
Hermione closed her eyes and sighed. She saw herself walking towards Draco, expecting to help him with his homework, when suddenly her head hurt and the room seemed to spin. An urge overcame her. Something she knew that had been hidden away as far as she could bury it inside of her. Then it seemed to have engulfed her and it was all she could think about. She ran towards him, toppled him onto the couch, and had kissed him. A wild kiss that she would definitely not had given to any guy, let alone Draco. To her surprise, but great delight, he kissed her back. Then he thrown her off of him and she had become unconscious. When she came to and she had remembered nothing until she kissed him again a few weeks later.
That was it! It involved the kisses. But why were they connected?
_You wanted to kiss him so bad, didn't you?_
"I didn't want to 'that bad,' Hermione stated quietly. "I was a little curious, maybe."
_But you had wanted to for a long time._
Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Hermione's head.
"I've got it!" She whispered not so quietly. "Desire! It was my biggest desire! I wanted to kiss him, so I did, but I didn't remember until I did it again."
Then Hermione's head was filled with questions.
"But did he know I wanted to kiss him? What did he use? Was it a spell, a potion, or something else entirely? Why did he do it? Did he want to get even with me? Did he want a reason to laugh at me? Maybe he wanted to kiss me? No that is impossible. Maybe. . ."
The questions went on and on, but the only thing Hermione decided to concentrate on was finding exactly what he used on her. It would give her proof. It would be a weapon against him.
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Later that day, Draco was walking around the campus of the school. He was bored, and love sick. He didn't want to spend time around his crew of people today. It made him feel lonely because Hermione was the only company he wanted.
Draco as almost discussed with himself. He had let himself feel this way, for a Muggle born no less. But then he smiled softly to himself. He didn't feel badly about it. Even being alone when the person that you love hates you was better then being surrounded by a dozen of people that idolize you. He didn't understand why, but he knew that it was true. But he still didn't know what to do about Hermione. He had screwed but big time. He didn't tell her his feelings and what was worst, his pride had made it seemed like he used her and still though her as a Mudblood.
He was such an idiot. But how could he and Hermione be together?
When Draco had been thinking about Hermione, he had let his feet walk by themselves, and he had ended up at the Library. It was perfect. None of his friends would think of looking for him in there. He had, on many times, gone there for some quiet privacy. As far as his friends knew, he only went in the Library when he had major studying to do, which he rarely did. He decided to walk in.
The Library was very empty. Almost everyone was playing outside in winter snow, or in front of the fire in their common room. Going to the back of the room, Draco was going to sit down, when he caught sight of Hermione. Without even thinking, he hid behind a book shelf like he was guilty of something. The sight of Hermione made him nervous.
Wait a minute! Nervous! Since when was he nervous at all!?
Then he realized something more. That was what love did to a person. Make them nervous and do, say, and think stupid things. Looking at Hermione, not doing anything but pouring over books like she usually did (He doesn't realize that it involves him), it finally sank in. He was in LOVE! Not puppy love but LOVE! She didn't have to be doing anything special to get his attention. She already had it. He had got to know her and he was trapped. It was her that he loved and not her beauty and she was beautiful just as she was.
Her hair was hanging loosely around her shoulders and looked like it had barely been brushed. She was wearing loose, baggy clothes and had no make up on, but she looked so beautiful. She didn't have to do anything at all. She didn't have to try to please him. She was everything that he wanted, that no one else had, or would ever be able to give him. And this scared him, very much.
He quietly sank on the ground. He was shocked, and he didn't even bother trying to hide it from himself. He had to do something, anything, to get her, but what! She would laugh at him. He knew she liked him, but she could be over him by now. It could have just been a crush. There was no way that she actually loved him. Who could love a git like him? He had been awful to her throughout the years. She had hated him. He had hated her too, but somehow, that had melted. It was unexplainable.
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Draco stayed for over a half of an hour, quietly watching Hermione. She was doing nothing more than reading, but he couldn't leave. He could have watched her doing anything at all and still be able and willing to stay as long as he was near her.
Hermione, at no point of time, realized someone was watching her. She had put herself in blinder mode and could see nothing but looking for a spell or a potion that Draco had used on her.
When Draco did leave, he went back to his room. He threw himself onto his bed. He turned on his back and, putting his hands behind his head, stared at the ceiling. For a long time he just lay there and thought. What was he going to do?
***********I know that the bar at the side of the screen is going to tell you that this chapter is short, but I have a lot of paragraphs in this chapter, so it is longer then it looks. I am in a much better mood now that I wrote this chapter. If you think that Hermione and Draco were out of character, let me say this. Love is a strange thing. It could make Hermione cry and melt Draco's cold heart. Now, I expect that you will review my chapter. I know that there are more then eight people reading my story, and I expect you to tell me how you feel about it. I don't even care if you say you don't like it, and that my spelling is bad. Just mean it and don't flame. I would really appreciate it.
Disclaimer: Don't even ask. You know the answer.
It was 9:00 AM on a Saturday. Hermione was curled up in a ball in her bed, lightly crying under the covers. She couldn't believe it. She was actually crying over Draco Malfoy. It wasn't like they had gone out and he dumped her. They had just kissed twice. Hermione stopped crying long enough to remind herself that one of those kisses was against her will.
Hermione would have never believed that she would be crying over a boy like some kind of lovesick baby. She never thought that she would be like that kind of girl. Silently, she promised herself that she would not cry over him anymore. Suddenly, she started crying again. Why did he have this kind of affect on her? He wasn't worth crying over, was he?
_Yes, he is._
"I didn't ask you, my subconscious," Hermione whispered quietly. "I don't want to hear that."
_But you do. You love him. You want to be with him_
Like a toddler, Hermione quickly put her hands to her ears.
"I am better off without him!"
_Then why are you lying in bed and crying over him?_
Immediately, Hermione got out of bed. She was not going to cry over him. She was going to find out what he did to her.
Quickly getting dressed, Hermione, like her usual self, went to the Library for answers. Sitting in a quiet corner, Hermione paused. Where was she going to start looking? That was when she realized that she was going to have to look back at what happened to her for clues.
She gave a dry sob. She really, really didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to start crying again. It wasn't like she wasn't a strong person. You have to be to be friends with Harry Potter, but there was something about Draco that made her feel so grown up and like a little child all at the same time. And she was scared, very scared. She never thought that she could feel this way at all. It was almost too much for one person to bear.
She scrunched up her face. She was going to force herself to think about what happened. She wasn't going to let him have the last laugh. The git didn't deserve that kind of satisfaction.
Hermione closed her eyes and sighed. She saw herself walking towards Draco, expecting to help him with his homework, when suddenly her head hurt and the room seemed to spin. An urge overcame her. Something she knew that had been hidden away as far as she could bury it inside of her. Then it seemed to have engulfed her and it was all she could think about. She ran towards him, toppled him onto the couch, and had kissed him. A wild kiss that she would definitely not had given to any guy, let alone Draco. To her surprise, but great delight, he kissed her back. Then he thrown her off of him and she had become unconscious. When she came to and she had remembered nothing until she kissed him again a few weeks later.
That was it! It involved the kisses. But why were they connected?
_You wanted to kiss him so bad, didn't you?_
"I didn't want to 'that bad,' Hermione stated quietly. "I was a little curious, maybe."
_But you had wanted to for a long time._
Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Hermione's head.
"I've got it!" She whispered not so quietly. "Desire! It was my biggest desire! I wanted to kiss him, so I did, but I didn't remember until I did it again."
Then Hermione's head was filled with questions.
"But did he know I wanted to kiss him? What did he use? Was it a spell, a potion, or something else entirely? Why did he do it? Did he want to get even with me? Did he want a reason to laugh at me? Maybe he wanted to kiss me? No that is impossible. Maybe. . ."
The questions went on and on, but the only thing Hermione decided to concentrate on was finding exactly what he used on her. It would give her proof. It would be a weapon against him.
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Later that day, Draco was walking around the campus of the school. He was bored, and love sick. He didn't want to spend time around his crew of people today. It made him feel lonely because Hermione was the only company he wanted.
Draco as almost discussed with himself. He had let himself feel this way, for a Muggle born no less. But then he smiled softly to himself. He didn't feel badly about it. Even being alone when the person that you love hates you was better then being surrounded by a dozen of people that idolize you. He didn't understand why, but he knew that it was true. But he still didn't know what to do about Hermione. He had screwed but big time. He didn't tell her his feelings and what was worst, his pride had made it seemed like he used her and still though her as a Mudblood.
He was such an idiot. But how could he and Hermione be together?
When Draco had been thinking about Hermione, he had let his feet walk by themselves, and he had ended up at the Library. It was perfect. None of his friends would think of looking for him in there. He had, on many times, gone there for some quiet privacy. As far as his friends knew, he only went in the Library when he had major studying to do, which he rarely did. He decided to walk in.
The Library was very empty. Almost everyone was playing outside in winter snow, or in front of the fire in their common room. Going to the back of the room, Draco was going to sit down, when he caught sight of Hermione. Without even thinking, he hid behind a book shelf like he was guilty of something. The sight of Hermione made him nervous.
Wait a minute! Nervous! Since when was he nervous at all!?
Then he realized something more. That was what love did to a person. Make them nervous and do, say, and think stupid things. Looking at Hermione, not doing anything but pouring over books like she usually did (He doesn't realize that it involves him), it finally sank in. He was in LOVE! Not puppy love but LOVE! She didn't have to be doing anything special to get his attention. She already had it. He had got to know her and he was trapped. It was her that he loved and not her beauty and she was beautiful just as she was.
Her hair was hanging loosely around her shoulders and looked like it had barely been brushed. She was wearing loose, baggy clothes and had no make up on, but she looked so beautiful. She didn't have to do anything at all. She didn't have to try to please him. She was everything that he wanted, that no one else had, or would ever be able to give him. And this scared him, very much.
He quietly sank on the ground. He was shocked, and he didn't even bother trying to hide it from himself. He had to do something, anything, to get her, but what! She would laugh at him. He knew she liked him, but she could be over him by now. It could have just been a crush. There was no way that she actually loved him. Who could love a git like him? He had been awful to her throughout the years. She had hated him. He had hated her too, but somehow, that had melted. It was unexplainable.
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Draco stayed for over a half of an hour, quietly watching Hermione. She was doing nothing more than reading, but he couldn't leave. He could have watched her doing anything at all and still be able and willing to stay as long as he was near her.
Hermione, at no point of time, realized someone was watching her. She had put herself in blinder mode and could see nothing but looking for a spell or a potion that Draco had used on her.
When Draco did leave, he went back to his room. He threw himself onto his bed. He turned on his back and, putting his hands behind his head, stared at the ceiling. For a long time he just lay there and thought. What was he going to do?
***********I know that the bar at the side of the screen is going to tell you that this chapter is short, but I have a lot of paragraphs in this chapter, so it is longer then it looks. I am in a much better mood now that I wrote this chapter. If you think that Hermione and Draco were out of character, let me say this. Love is a strange thing. It could make Hermione cry and melt Draco's cold heart. Now, I expect that you will review my chapter. I know that there are more then eight people reading my story, and I expect you to tell me how you feel about it. I don't even care if you say you don't like it, and that my spelling is bad. Just mean it and don't flame. I would really appreciate it.