Chapter 6: two true enemies among us
By: Hatred Violence and Cruelty
Last time: He finished, and there was a silence for a few minutes.
"Wow," I whispered after that. "I never knew."
"Well now you do." And with that, Draco stood up, and without a backwards glance he walked to out common room and shut the door.
Too stunned to speak, we all just stood up and went to our common rooms. I was the last to leave, but before I could leave someone grabbed me. Covering my mouth so I couldn't scream, and dragged me out of the common room.
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"As U was drug out, I bit the persons hand who was holding me. He let go in pain, and I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"HELP!!! HELP ME!!! PLEASE!!!!" the man hit me across the head, and I passed out. But before I blacked, I saw something silver and black fly over me.
I woke up with a throbbing pain in the back of my head.
"Where am I?" I said groggily. Then I had my surroundings sink in. The room looked exactly like mine in everything, except for the fact that instead of being being the red and gold, everything was silver and green.
"You're awake," someone said. I looked around, and there sat Draco Malfoy, alone with Goyle and Crabbe, who were on the floor, apparently sleeping.
"What am I doing here?!" I asked wildly. "What did you do to me? Why did you attack me? Answer m…"
My words were cut off by Malfoy covering my mouth with his hand.
"Sh. I didn't attack you. It was those idiots right there," he pointed at Crabbe and Goyle. "They attacked you after I left, and when I came out of the common room to use the bathroom, I heard you scream. I ran out just in time to see Goyle hit you across the head. I stunned him, and Crabbe. Carried you back and levitated them. You've been out cold for about an hour or so."
I sat there looking at him. Why did they attack me? Why did Draco help me? This is so weird.
As if he could read my mind, Draco added, "I bet you want to know why they attacked you."
I just nodded.
"Well, they think that anyone who is friends with the famous Harry Potter should suffer. They think that it is Harry's fault that Voldemort was destroyed. They also think," he paused at this, "that I may fancy you." He blushed so hard that his cheeks were actually red. "Which is completely preposterous, I mean that's impossible. Me liking you. Nev."
I cut him off. I put my finger to his lips, then brought mine to them. His lips were surprisingly soft. The kiss ended quickly. As I backed away, Draco had a look of pure awe on his face.
"You know you rave when you're nervous?" The look of awe was replaced by a small grin. "I never thought I could like a mudblood."
BANG. This set of an alarm in my head. What was I doing? Kissing Draco? He is still the same person from the last six years. He must've realized he said the wrong thing because the grin fell from his face.
I stood up, gave him a dirty look and walked out, trying to ignore him calling "Hermione, wait. Wait! I didn't mean that!"
I slammed the door, and went into my room. Locking the door, I feel on my bed. Why did I do that? Kiss him? He hasn't changed.
With all these thoughts in my head, I did the one thing that seemed right. I cried
