Disclaimer: I don't own any characters etc. they all belong to J. K. Rowling. All I own is the plot.
"What's the matter Hermione?" Ginny asked. Hermione shrunk back lower into the comfy scarlet chair, trying to get away from their questions.
"Hermione?" she prodded.
"Nothing, just nothing" Hermione said, getting up from the comfy chair and making her way up to the girl's dormitories.
She sat on her poster and slowly cried herself to sleep.
The breeze slightly pushed his hair into his face. Draco quickly brushed it away. Remembering the time Hermione had done that for him.
Gradually Draco discarded his shoes and socks and put his feet into the ice cold lake. 'Never will she do that again and all because of that Potter and his faithful sidekick Weasel'.
'How could she throw it away like that, like he didn't mean a thing to her? I knew that wasn't true, she did care for me. Or she was just playing about, testing me out, seeing what I could do. No she wasn't the type to do that'.
'Then who is that kind of person?'
'Well someone like me'
'So you were playing with her?'
'I was at first but then I got to know her and I then realized that I love her'.
'So the gigolo has finally settled down'
'Yes I would have if Hermione had of let me'
'Well you have to change her mind'
'I know that but what else can I possibly do? I've already admitted to her that I love her, put my name down for joining that fucking order, disowned my father, what else could I fucking do?!'
'Breathe?'
'Shut up'
'Okay okay, how about if you make friends with Potty and Weasel?'
He smirked. He would do just that. It would be hard but he could manage it. He could do anything when it came to Hermione.
On this thought Draco Malfoy took his frozen feet out of the lake and headed toward the Slytherin common room to get his broomstick.
"What do you think is wrong with her?" Harry quietly asked concern laced through his voice.
The three of them – Harry, Ron and Ginny – were huddled together close to the fire. The flames from the blaze danced around the ceiling and walls creating eerie shadows on them.
"I don't know she was didn't say anything at breakfast" Ginny murmured.
"She didn't even answer questions in class, or take notes!" Ron put in, his cheeks red as tomatoes.
"Right we all know she's acting weird-" Harry was interrupted by Ron.
"Bloody weird mate".
"We know that Ron, that was what Harry was trying to say" Ginny scolded, so much like her mother would.
"And she didn't come back to the girl's dormitories the other night" Ginny told them.
"Do you think she's got a-"
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Weasley what are you doing out of bed?" professor McGonagall shouted. They barley concealed their laughter as she was dressed in a dressing gown and bunny slippers.
"Well?"
"We are going now professor".
She smiled, turned around and went out the portrait. At a snail's pace, they got up and went to bed. Not noticing the platinum blonde boy hovering outside the main window in the Gryffindor common room.
A/N: thanks to all my reviewers. Please review oh and about Draco being a little, well okay alot OOC it's because he's in love and i couldn't very well write a romance story between him and Hermione if he was going to be the normal prick he is.
"What's the matter Hermione?" Ginny asked. Hermione shrunk back lower into the comfy scarlet chair, trying to get away from their questions.
"Hermione?" she prodded.
"Nothing, just nothing" Hermione said, getting up from the comfy chair and making her way up to the girl's dormitories.
She sat on her poster and slowly cried herself to sleep.
The breeze slightly pushed his hair into his face. Draco quickly brushed it away. Remembering the time Hermione had done that for him.
Gradually Draco discarded his shoes and socks and put his feet into the ice cold lake. 'Never will she do that again and all because of that Potter and his faithful sidekick Weasel'.
'How could she throw it away like that, like he didn't mean a thing to her? I knew that wasn't true, she did care for me. Or she was just playing about, testing me out, seeing what I could do. No she wasn't the type to do that'.
'Then who is that kind of person?'
'Well someone like me'
'So you were playing with her?'
'I was at first but then I got to know her and I then realized that I love her'.
'So the gigolo has finally settled down'
'Yes I would have if Hermione had of let me'
'Well you have to change her mind'
'I know that but what else can I possibly do? I've already admitted to her that I love her, put my name down for joining that fucking order, disowned my father, what else could I fucking do?!'
'Breathe?'
'Shut up'
'Okay okay, how about if you make friends with Potty and Weasel?'
He smirked. He would do just that. It would be hard but he could manage it. He could do anything when it came to Hermione.
On this thought Draco Malfoy took his frozen feet out of the lake and headed toward the Slytherin common room to get his broomstick.
"What do you think is wrong with her?" Harry quietly asked concern laced through his voice.
The three of them – Harry, Ron and Ginny – were huddled together close to the fire. The flames from the blaze danced around the ceiling and walls creating eerie shadows on them.
"I don't know she was didn't say anything at breakfast" Ginny murmured.
"She didn't even answer questions in class, or take notes!" Ron put in, his cheeks red as tomatoes.
"Right we all know she's acting weird-" Harry was interrupted by Ron.
"Bloody weird mate".
"We know that Ron, that was what Harry was trying to say" Ginny scolded, so much like her mother would.
"And she didn't come back to the girl's dormitories the other night" Ginny told them.
"Do you think she's got a-"
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Weasley what are you doing out of bed?" professor McGonagall shouted. They barley concealed their laughter as she was dressed in a dressing gown and bunny slippers.
"Well?"
"We are going now professor".
She smiled, turned around and went out the portrait. At a snail's pace, they got up and went to bed. Not noticing the platinum blonde boy hovering outside the main window in the Gryffindor common room.
A/N: thanks to all my reviewers. Please review oh and about Draco being a little, well okay alot OOC it's because he's in love and i couldn't very well write a romance story between him and Hermione if he was going to be the normal prick he is.
