Authors Note: Sorry it took me so long to update. Holiday break was far
too busy to do anything on the internet, then studying for finals, which by
the way, should be BEFORE Holiday break, then finals week, and for the last
two weeks, I just haven't been in the mood to write. Anyway, I am here
now, so you will be able to read my fic. Unless I am mistaken, this will
be one of my longer chapters, but I could be wrong. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Opps, I did it again? In other words not mine, but I just had to put that for some reason. It just popped into my head! I know what you are thinking. I don't understand how my brain works either.
"Hell," Draco said to himself, on his way back to his room from the library. "I am a teenage guy. I shouldn't be so unhappy or so obsessed with anything at the moment. I got to do something to get Hermione off my mind."
He didn't even bother trying to correct himself. He knew that he said Hermione's name, and he didn't care. He wanted to get his mind off of her sure, but he didn't want to go back to the way things were, or are, since Hermione was still angry and confused at him at the moment. She still wanted to find out about the potion Draco used on her and he still wouldn't tell her. He didn't want her to know. His pride was still in the way.
Draco was walking into a deserted corridor. He was still contemplating what do when he walked past an opened door and heard muttering. Being the annoyingly sly and sneaky Slytherin that he is, he stopped to listen. It was Filch, who of course was the school's caretaker.
"Blasted students!" He muttered somewhat loudly under his breath, leaning to pick up some trash. "What do they think this school is for, playing? I would really love to find the hooligans who did this and hang them by there toes. I wish that Professor Dumbledore hadn't removed that as a punishment!"
Draco, being bored with the ranting mans conversations, was going to leave when he heard something that perked his interest.
"Pesky...parties."
With that a sly smile lit Draco's face as he quickly left. He would have a party and invite all his Slytherin friends. So Hermione would be mad. What would she do? Tell Dumbledore? They were free to do whatever they wanted to do in their commons. Besides, he had heard that the Gryffindor's had put together some good parties, why couldn't he? It would put him in a better mood.
Sure enough, Draco was in a considerably better mood by the time he reached the door to Hermione and his common room.
"Password?" The peasant girl in the painting sourly asked. She hadn't had forgotten what a jerk Draco had been to Hermione and herself.
"Wiggle worm," Draco answered with a sneer. The password had been recently changed.
Draco walked into the room with a little more bounce in his step. First thing first, he had to figure out how he was going to do this. It was still the early afternoon. He had time to throw things together and have a party tonight. All he needed was food from the kitchen, and some good music...even wizards had there own kind of boom box that was enchanted sort of like a Howler. This was going to be easy.
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Hermione barely took any time for lunch. In fact, it was near 3:00 PM by the time she realized that her stomach was screaming for her to eat. It was a Saturday so Hermione hadn't missed any classes, so she also knew that the Great Hall would still be serving food.
Hermione reluctantly got up. She had not found a single clue as to what Draco had done to her. Sure, she had discovered things about emotions being controlled, but nothing showed her that the person remembered nothing. She also knew that she couldn't have had her memory modified. That required a wand and when she had been walking towards Draco; his back had been to her. And anyway, she had her memory back now.
Hermione had now made it to the Great Hall. It was virtually empty, but Ginny was there, probably getting a snack. Ginny saw Hermione, and she spoke.
"Hey!" Ginny said with a smile as Hermione sat down on the bench.
"Hey yourself," Hermione answer with little enthusiasm.
Ginny frowned.
"Any luck finding out what happened?"
"None at all, what so ever."
"Do you want me to help you?" Ginny offered seriously.
"Thanks Gin, but I need to do this on my own."
"Are you sure Hermione?"
Hermione sighed
"Yes, I'm sure. I know that it may take a long time, but I am prepared to look for as long as it takes."
"Okay Hermione." Ginny said, and wondering if there was an end in sight for this dilemma, she left.
Hermione quickly woofed down some food and hurried back to the library.
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Draco made his way down to the Great Hall during dinner. He had spent every minute he had since he had thought of the party to prepare for it. He had music, butterbeer, food from the kitchens, everything. He now just had to tell the Slytherins.
Draco plopped down at the Slytherin table. It was now time.
"Hey Blaise," Draco called half way down the table.
"What?" The seventh year Slytherin answered, getting up to come over.
"What do you think about a party?" Draco asked with his usual smirk.
"Wicked!" Blaise replied with a sneer. "Where?"
"My common room and all you have to do is knock on the painting of the peasant girl and unicorn.."
Draco continued to explain the party and how to get there.
"Be there at 8:00 PM. Pass the word on."
"Will do, mate," and he went back to his seat, spreading the word.
Draco sneered to himself. This was going to be perfect.
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It was near 8:00 when Draco finally finished decorating. It wasn't anything too fancy. There were some silver snakes that were charmed to slither up table legs and move ever once in a while. There was an assortment of food and drink including chocolate frogs and butterbeer.
Hermione still wasn't in sight. Draco had to hand it to her. She was persistent. The only comfort that Draco had was that the potion had come from a one of a kind book, and he wasn't about to show it to her. But what to do? He still didn't know.
He heard a knock on the door. Putting on his smirk, Draco answered the door.
"Hey mate," a sixth year Slytherin said. "Can we come in?"
Draco's only reply was to open the door wider.
Slytherins, probably from third year and up, came into the room. Soon, there was about forty or so people in the room. The music started and everyone started dancing to the beat.
"Mr. Malfoy!" The peasant girl yelled over the music. "This is an outrage to have a party and not tell Ms. Granger! I have half the mind to report this to Mr. Snape!"
"I have every right to have a party any time that I want in MY common room," Draco rudely replied with his sneer and forcefully slammed the door shut.
Returning his attention back to the party, Draco mingled. It was a successful party, in Draco's opinion. He, for once, was not concentrating on Hermione. He actually forgot about her for a time. When he realized that he went a whole half of an hour without thinking about her, he smirked. Turning around, he saw that Pansy was standing right in front of him.
"Draco," she said in her babyish voice.
"Pansy," Draco answered in monotone.
"It has been so long since we have talked! We must catch up." And with that, she pulled him down on the couch.
Draco sat without protest. He just wanted her talking to him to be over with.
"Draco," Pansy started without waiting for him to say anything. "I know that we broke up a long time ago.."
Draco stiffed, which went unnoticed. He saw where this was going, and he wasn't very surprised. Pansy had never gotten over him. He listens mutely to her as she continued.
"..But I can't remember why." She had started tracing small circles on his shoulder with her finger. "I feel that you need someone like me."
Pansy stopped talking, but Draco didn't need her to speak to understand what she was going to do next. And at first, he thought about it letting her do it. He could use her to get rid of some pent up sexual frustration. She wasn't bad looking, and he could use some relief. (And for all you dirty minded people, this does NOT mean sex.)
She started to lean in but Draco did not. He couldn't do this. All he would think of is Hermione and how her innocence, intelligence, and every thing about her drew him to her, and he wasn't about to let anything else get in the way of the already troubled problems between them. At the last second, Draco moved out of the way.
Pansy had mild surprise written all over her face. She couldn't believe that he had refused her.
"What?" She asked with shock.
Draco took a deep breath. How was he going to explain this?
"Pansy, you had your chance with me. We ended on a good note, without hating each other. I don't want to get with you now."
That was about as polite as Draco could get, although he said this with a slight edge in his voice.
Pansy was annoyed, though not quite angry. She couldn't be at Draco. She mused though over the change in Draco. He seemed different to her now that she thought about it. He didn't seem completely evil anymore. She, also having a small piece of conscious left, saw one in him too. She didn't really want to be with Draco that much. It was just what she thought was expected of her. She didn't know what to do. She decided to give him time. That was the best she could do because she wasn't one of the smartest witches at Hogwarts.
"Fine," Pansy said with a slight glare in her eyes. She quickly left.
Draco let out a small breath. That was close.
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Hermione was exhausted. She had spent the whole day in the library. She knew that she should go back to her room and get a good night's sleep. Calling it a night, Hermione put up her books and went to the kitchens. After getting a generous snack from Dobby and the other house elves, Hermione started back to her room.
She was beginning to doubt that Draco did anything to her at all. She had found no proof so far. Maybe someone else did something to her. She still had reason to hate Draco, but she was tempted to believe him.
"No!" She said strongly to herself. He still was the annoying Malfoy that she had met so long ago. Nothing was going to change that. She still needed to discover the truth first.
When Hermione finally reached her door, the peasant girl was sitting angrily on a rock.
"Ms Granger," She said quickly. "Be prepared for the party that is in your common room.
"What?" Hermione asked surprised.
"You will see."
Hermione gave the password and when the door opened she was almost blasted off her feet with the noise. There were a lot of people dancing around the room. Trash was on the floor and it didn't take Hermione more than a second that it was a party of Slytherins.
Angrily, she pushed past people. She had to find Draco and chew his head off about this. It didn't take her long to find him. He was sitting on the couch with Pansy, his face showing no emotion. Hermione stopped short to watch, filling with jealousy. She couldn't hear a word, but she could see everything. As Pansy leaned in, she saw something pass though Draco's eyes, but she didn't know what. He turned away.
He had refused her. Hermione couldn't help put feel a little happy. But she quickly pushed it aside. She saw Pansy leave, so Hermione made her move. Marching up to Draco, she quickly grabbed his arm.
Draco was clearly surprised to see Hermione. Had she just seen everything?
Hermione quickly lead him to her room. There were a few stupid fourth year Slytherins that had broken into her room. They were trying to take things down from her shelves, but they kept on getting badly shocked. Hermione had charmed everything so no one but herself could touch anything without her permission.
"Get out right now!" Hermione yelled over the music.
At first they just glared at her, but she quickly let go of Draco and got out her wand. The Slytherins paled. They knew that they were no match for Hermione. They quickly left.
Satisfied, Hermione put away her wand and closed the door. The music was reduced to a dull roar.
Not knowing what else to do, Draco just smirked. He quickly made a remark with a smirk, however.
"I had no idea you wanted me alone with you so badly."
Hermione turned towards him. She was so angry that the attraction she still had for him was not present at the moment.
"Just shut up, Malfoy!"
"Is that all you have to say to me?"
Hermione had started to walk towards him. She waved her finger at him, and started to push him to a wall.
Draco wasn't scared, but he didn't fight back. He hoped that this would get her anger out of her system. Hermione spoke again, nearly ranting, getting everything off her chest.
"You have no right to have a party in OUR common room without telling me. Even if you did, I still wouldn't let you have one! You are just some stuck up, spoiled rotten Pureblood who has not brain of your own! You are a pig-headed prat and the biggest git at this school."
Hermione had sometime during her ranting backed Draco against a wall. He had continued to say calm, but was increasingly growing angry over Hermione's words. What right did she have to call him these things? He tried to stay in control of his emotions, but he couldn't.
Draco quickly grabbled Hermione upper arms and quickly swung her around so it was her against the wall. Her eyes filled with a twinge of fear but she did nothing.
"Don't you DARE call me such things!" His hold on her arms growing tighter and his angry almost uncontrollable. "I have every right to have a party in the common room. In fact I am the only one in this room with the right, Mudblood!"
Draco stopped short. He had just called her the name he promised himself to never use again. He hated himself. Even more so, he hated that now he felt that he would never be with Hermione.
Hermione sucked in her breath. She waited for her hate of him to rise. For her harsh words to spew from her mouth to get back at him, but neither came. In fact, with the silence, she found an entirely different emotion rise.
She noticed how close that they were. He had pushed against her so she couldn't get away. She felt his warmth radiate from him to her. She had wanted him this close for so long though she had tried to push the urge away. Her stomach twist into knocks and she began to have trouble breathing. She bit her lip, in between the emotions to push him away or let him stay were he was.
Draco noticed the small space between them too. His angry had been completely drained and his grip had lightened. He let go of her, expecting to kiss her, but in didn't happen.
Hermione had recovered her head and as soon as he let go of her, she quickly wiggled her way out of between Draco and the wall.
She opened her door.
"Leave!" She demanded with a glare in her eyes. Her angry had returned. Not at him, but at herself for almost giving in to her feelings.
Silently Draco left, his face never changing from when he had stepped into the room to when he had left.
Angry, Hermione went to sleep.
Draco continued to party for the next hour, but he was no longer able to pretend like nothing had happened and told everyone to leave. He to, went to sleep.
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Draco woke up at the normal time for breakfast. He was very sleep when he took a shower and got ready. He didn't even realize that he forgot to close the door in the bathroom leading to his room. He left for breakfast, carefully walking over all the trash in common room.
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Hermione woke up a little later in the morning. She went to the bathroom and saw that Draco's door was opened. Her curiosity got to her and she timidly looked inside. It was decorated in green and silver, but Draco wasn't inside. Hermione opened the door wider and went inside.
She looked around. Beside for being a different coloring and a bit messy, it looked a lot like her room. On a hunch, she looked though his books. Her eyes caught on the book "Potions for the Emotions." There was a page that was book marked, and taking a deep breath, she opened it up to that page.
"Ryorictorum," Hermione said aloud. She read the whole page about the potion and her eyes widened. It all fit! Everything! Her losing her memory of the moment then getting it back when she kissed him again. Draco had wanted to know what her biggest desire was. And boy did he get a surprise. He knows that she likes him. But now she had to stop. She now knew that she could never trust him. At that moment she knew what she needed to do.
Quickly she put back every to where it had been and to be safe, she used a spell to get rid of her fingerprints. She closed the bathroom door and left the common room.
She nearly ran to Professor Dumbledore's office. After being let inside, she explained the party and everything else that Draco had done to 'annoy' her. Dumbledore quietly listened as Hermione told him what she wanted to do. When she was done, Dumbledore spoke.
"I understand what you want to do and I will allow you to do so, but I am limiting it down to just three days. I feel that you must face you problems." Dumbledore paused, his eyes shinning. "I give you permission to miss you first class to continue with your plan."
Hermione left, feeling much better. She went to her room and started to pack. This would help her get over Draco, although she was not given as much time as she would have liked.
Draco walked into the common room. Seeing that Hermione's door was opened, he went to lean against it. He saw Hermione packing. Lazily he asked a question.
"What are you doing Granger?"
Hermione turned around and glared at him. She wasted no time in replying.
"I'm leaving."
************Yes! I finally have a good cliff hanger. And one I have never seen before, though I could be wrong. I promise to not leave you hanging in suspense very long. Please review!
Disclaimer: Opps, I did it again? In other words not mine, but I just had to put that for some reason. It just popped into my head! I know what you are thinking. I don't understand how my brain works either.
"Hell," Draco said to himself, on his way back to his room from the library. "I am a teenage guy. I shouldn't be so unhappy or so obsessed with anything at the moment. I got to do something to get Hermione off my mind."
He didn't even bother trying to correct himself. He knew that he said Hermione's name, and he didn't care. He wanted to get his mind off of her sure, but he didn't want to go back to the way things were, or are, since Hermione was still angry and confused at him at the moment. She still wanted to find out about the potion Draco used on her and he still wouldn't tell her. He didn't want her to know. His pride was still in the way.
Draco was walking into a deserted corridor. He was still contemplating what do when he walked past an opened door and heard muttering. Being the annoyingly sly and sneaky Slytherin that he is, he stopped to listen. It was Filch, who of course was the school's caretaker.
"Blasted students!" He muttered somewhat loudly under his breath, leaning to pick up some trash. "What do they think this school is for, playing? I would really love to find the hooligans who did this and hang them by there toes. I wish that Professor Dumbledore hadn't removed that as a punishment!"
Draco, being bored with the ranting mans conversations, was going to leave when he heard something that perked his interest.
"Pesky...parties."
With that a sly smile lit Draco's face as he quickly left. He would have a party and invite all his Slytherin friends. So Hermione would be mad. What would she do? Tell Dumbledore? They were free to do whatever they wanted to do in their commons. Besides, he had heard that the Gryffindor's had put together some good parties, why couldn't he? It would put him in a better mood.
Sure enough, Draco was in a considerably better mood by the time he reached the door to Hermione and his common room.
"Password?" The peasant girl in the painting sourly asked. She hadn't had forgotten what a jerk Draco had been to Hermione and herself.
"Wiggle worm," Draco answered with a sneer. The password had been recently changed.
Draco walked into the room with a little more bounce in his step. First thing first, he had to figure out how he was going to do this. It was still the early afternoon. He had time to throw things together and have a party tonight. All he needed was food from the kitchen, and some good music...even wizards had there own kind of boom box that was enchanted sort of like a Howler. This was going to be easy.
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Hermione barely took any time for lunch. In fact, it was near 3:00 PM by the time she realized that her stomach was screaming for her to eat. It was a Saturday so Hermione hadn't missed any classes, so she also knew that the Great Hall would still be serving food.
Hermione reluctantly got up. She had not found a single clue as to what Draco had done to her. Sure, she had discovered things about emotions being controlled, but nothing showed her that the person remembered nothing. She also knew that she couldn't have had her memory modified. That required a wand and when she had been walking towards Draco; his back had been to her. And anyway, she had her memory back now.
Hermione had now made it to the Great Hall. It was virtually empty, but Ginny was there, probably getting a snack. Ginny saw Hermione, and she spoke.
"Hey!" Ginny said with a smile as Hermione sat down on the bench.
"Hey yourself," Hermione answer with little enthusiasm.
Ginny frowned.
"Any luck finding out what happened?"
"None at all, what so ever."
"Do you want me to help you?" Ginny offered seriously.
"Thanks Gin, but I need to do this on my own."
"Are you sure Hermione?"
Hermione sighed
"Yes, I'm sure. I know that it may take a long time, but I am prepared to look for as long as it takes."
"Okay Hermione." Ginny said, and wondering if there was an end in sight for this dilemma, she left.
Hermione quickly woofed down some food and hurried back to the library.
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Draco made his way down to the Great Hall during dinner. He had spent every minute he had since he had thought of the party to prepare for it. He had music, butterbeer, food from the kitchens, everything. He now just had to tell the Slytherins.
Draco plopped down at the Slytherin table. It was now time.
"Hey Blaise," Draco called half way down the table.
"What?" The seventh year Slytherin answered, getting up to come over.
"What do you think about a party?" Draco asked with his usual smirk.
"Wicked!" Blaise replied with a sneer. "Where?"
"My common room and all you have to do is knock on the painting of the peasant girl and unicorn.."
Draco continued to explain the party and how to get there.
"Be there at 8:00 PM. Pass the word on."
"Will do, mate," and he went back to his seat, spreading the word.
Draco sneered to himself. This was going to be perfect.
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It was near 8:00 when Draco finally finished decorating. It wasn't anything too fancy. There were some silver snakes that were charmed to slither up table legs and move ever once in a while. There was an assortment of food and drink including chocolate frogs and butterbeer.
Hermione still wasn't in sight. Draco had to hand it to her. She was persistent. The only comfort that Draco had was that the potion had come from a one of a kind book, and he wasn't about to show it to her. But what to do? He still didn't know.
He heard a knock on the door. Putting on his smirk, Draco answered the door.
"Hey mate," a sixth year Slytherin said. "Can we come in?"
Draco's only reply was to open the door wider.
Slytherins, probably from third year and up, came into the room. Soon, there was about forty or so people in the room. The music started and everyone started dancing to the beat.
"Mr. Malfoy!" The peasant girl yelled over the music. "This is an outrage to have a party and not tell Ms. Granger! I have half the mind to report this to Mr. Snape!"
"I have every right to have a party any time that I want in MY common room," Draco rudely replied with his sneer and forcefully slammed the door shut.
Returning his attention back to the party, Draco mingled. It was a successful party, in Draco's opinion. He, for once, was not concentrating on Hermione. He actually forgot about her for a time. When he realized that he went a whole half of an hour without thinking about her, he smirked. Turning around, he saw that Pansy was standing right in front of him.
"Draco," she said in her babyish voice.
"Pansy," Draco answered in monotone.
"It has been so long since we have talked! We must catch up." And with that, she pulled him down on the couch.
Draco sat without protest. He just wanted her talking to him to be over with.
"Draco," Pansy started without waiting for him to say anything. "I know that we broke up a long time ago.."
Draco stiffed, which went unnoticed. He saw where this was going, and he wasn't very surprised. Pansy had never gotten over him. He listens mutely to her as she continued.
"..But I can't remember why." She had started tracing small circles on his shoulder with her finger. "I feel that you need someone like me."
Pansy stopped talking, but Draco didn't need her to speak to understand what she was going to do next. And at first, he thought about it letting her do it. He could use her to get rid of some pent up sexual frustration. She wasn't bad looking, and he could use some relief. (And for all you dirty minded people, this does NOT mean sex.)
She started to lean in but Draco did not. He couldn't do this. All he would think of is Hermione and how her innocence, intelligence, and every thing about her drew him to her, and he wasn't about to let anything else get in the way of the already troubled problems between them. At the last second, Draco moved out of the way.
Pansy had mild surprise written all over her face. She couldn't believe that he had refused her.
"What?" She asked with shock.
Draco took a deep breath. How was he going to explain this?
"Pansy, you had your chance with me. We ended on a good note, without hating each other. I don't want to get with you now."
That was about as polite as Draco could get, although he said this with a slight edge in his voice.
Pansy was annoyed, though not quite angry. She couldn't be at Draco. She mused though over the change in Draco. He seemed different to her now that she thought about it. He didn't seem completely evil anymore. She, also having a small piece of conscious left, saw one in him too. She didn't really want to be with Draco that much. It was just what she thought was expected of her. She didn't know what to do. She decided to give him time. That was the best she could do because she wasn't one of the smartest witches at Hogwarts.
"Fine," Pansy said with a slight glare in her eyes. She quickly left.
Draco let out a small breath. That was close.
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Hermione was exhausted. She had spent the whole day in the library. She knew that she should go back to her room and get a good night's sleep. Calling it a night, Hermione put up her books and went to the kitchens. After getting a generous snack from Dobby and the other house elves, Hermione started back to her room.
She was beginning to doubt that Draco did anything to her at all. She had found no proof so far. Maybe someone else did something to her. She still had reason to hate Draco, but she was tempted to believe him.
"No!" She said strongly to herself. He still was the annoying Malfoy that she had met so long ago. Nothing was going to change that. She still needed to discover the truth first.
When Hermione finally reached her door, the peasant girl was sitting angrily on a rock.
"Ms Granger," She said quickly. "Be prepared for the party that is in your common room.
"What?" Hermione asked surprised.
"You will see."
Hermione gave the password and when the door opened she was almost blasted off her feet with the noise. There were a lot of people dancing around the room. Trash was on the floor and it didn't take Hermione more than a second that it was a party of Slytherins.
Angrily, she pushed past people. She had to find Draco and chew his head off about this. It didn't take her long to find him. He was sitting on the couch with Pansy, his face showing no emotion. Hermione stopped short to watch, filling with jealousy. She couldn't hear a word, but she could see everything. As Pansy leaned in, she saw something pass though Draco's eyes, but she didn't know what. He turned away.
He had refused her. Hermione couldn't help put feel a little happy. But she quickly pushed it aside. She saw Pansy leave, so Hermione made her move. Marching up to Draco, she quickly grabbed his arm.
Draco was clearly surprised to see Hermione. Had she just seen everything?
Hermione quickly lead him to her room. There were a few stupid fourth year Slytherins that had broken into her room. They were trying to take things down from her shelves, but they kept on getting badly shocked. Hermione had charmed everything so no one but herself could touch anything without her permission.
"Get out right now!" Hermione yelled over the music.
At first they just glared at her, but she quickly let go of Draco and got out her wand. The Slytherins paled. They knew that they were no match for Hermione. They quickly left.
Satisfied, Hermione put away her wand and closed the door. The music was reduced to a dull roar.
Not knowing what else to do, Draco just smirked. He quickly made a remark with a smirk, however.
"I had no idea you wanted me alone with you so badly."
Hermione turned towards him. She was so angry that the attraction she still had for him was not present at the moment.
"Just shut up, Malfoy!"
"Is that all you have to say to me?"
Hermione had started to walk towards him. She waved her finger at him, and started to push him to a wall.
Draco wasn't scared, but he didn't fight back. He hoped that this would get her anger out of her system. Hermione spoke again, nearly ranting, getting everything off her chest.
"You have no right to have a party in OUR common room without telling me. Even if you did, I still wouldn't let you have one! You are just some stuck up, spoiled rotten Pureblood who has not brain of your own! You are a pig-headed prat and the biggest git at this school."
Hermione had sometime during her ranting backed Draco against a wall. He had continued to say calm, but was increasingly growing angry over Hermione's words. What right did she have to call him these things? He tried to stay in control of his emotions, but he couldn't.
Draco quickly grabbled Hermione upper arms and quickly swung her around so it was her against the wall. Her eyes filled with a twinge of fear but she did nothing.
"Don't you DARE call me such things!" His hold on her arms growing tighter and his angry almost uncontrollable. "I have every right to have a party in the common room. In fact I am the only one in this room with the right, Mudblood!"
Draco stopped short. He had just called her the name he promised himself to never use again. He hated himself. Even more so, he hated that now he felt that he would never be with Hermione.
Hermione sucked in her breath. She waited for her hate of him to rise. For her harsh words to spew from her mouth to get back at him, but neither came. In fact, with the silence, she found an entirely different emotion rise.
She noticed how close that they were. He had pushed against her so she couldn't get away. She felt his warmth radiate from him to her. She had wanted him this close for so long though she had tried to push the urge away. Her stomach twist into knocks and she began to have trouble breathing. She bit her lip, in between the emotions to push him away or let him stay were he was.
Draco noticed the small space between them too. His angry had been completely drained and his grip had lightened. He let go of her, expecting to kiss her, but in didn't happen.
Hermione had recovered her head and as soon as he let go of her, she quickly wiggled her way out of between Draco and the wall.
She opened her door.
"Leave!" She demanded with a glare in her eyes. Her angry had returned. Not at him, but at herself for almost giving in to her feelings.
Silently Draco left, his face never changing from when he had stepped into the room to when he had left.
Angry, Hermione went to sleep.
Draco continued to party for the next hour, but he was no longer able to pretend like nothing had happened and told everyone to leave. He to, went to sleep.
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Draco woke up at the normal time for breakfast. He was very sleep when he took a shower and got ready. He didn't even realize that he forgot to close the door in the bathroom leading to his room. He left for breakfast, carefully walking over all the trash in common room.
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Hermione woke up a little later in the morning. She went to the bathroom and saw that Draco's door was opened. Her curiosity got to her and she timidly looked inside. It was decorated in green and silver, but Draco wasn't inside. Hermione opened the door wider and went inside.
She looked around. Beside for being a different coloring and a bit messy, it looked a lot like her room. On a hunch, she looked though his books. Her eyes caught on the book "Potions for the Emotions." There was a page that was book marked, and taking a deep breath, she opened it up to that page.
"Ryorictorum," Hermione said aloud. She read the whole page about the potion and her eyes widened. It all fit! Everything! Her losing her memory of the moment then getting it back when she kissed him again. Draco had wanted to know what her biggest desire was. And boy did he get a surprise. He knows that she likes him. But now she had to stop. She now knew that she could never trust him. At that moment she knew what she needed to do.
Quickly she put back every to where it had been and to be safe, she used a spell to get rid of her fingerprints. She closed the bathroom door and left the common room.
She nearly ran to Professor Dumbledore's office. After being let inside, she explained the party and everything else that Draco had done to 'annoy' her. Dumbledore quietly listened as Hermione told him what she wanted to do. When she was done, Dumbledore spoke.
"I understand what you want to do and I will allow you to do so, but I am limiting it down to just three days. I feel that you must face you problems." Dumbledore paused, his eyes shinning. "I give you permission to miss you first class to continue with your plan."
Hermione left, feeling much better. She went to her room and started to pack. This would help her get over Draco, although she was not given as much time as she would have liked.
Draco walked into the common room. Seeing that Hermione's door was opened, he went to lean against it. He saw Hermione packing. Lazily he asked a question.
"What are you doing Granger?"
Hermione turned around and glared at him. She wasted no time in replying.
"I'm leaving."
************Yes! I finally have a good cliff hanger. And one I have never seen before, though I could be wrong. I promise to not leave you hanging in suspense very long. Please review!