Disclaimer- not mine. JK Rowling is the goddess. Not me. Not for lack of trying though.
A/N I have NO problems with flames, or things that seem like flames. However, Id like to address a review that I got for the last chapter.
If a fanfic is Draco/hermione, its OUT OF CHARACTER!!! Theres no way around this. If it were in character, then JK Rowling would have left it as an option. However, she said that theres NO way its going to happen (sigh, i know) So, since its been established, that no matter HOW good the writing is, a Draco/Hermione romance is OOC, we'll continue on.
"So, 'Mione, we need to talk" Ron said, as soon as she had walked down the stairs.
"Sure, lets go up to my room, so that we can have some privacy." Hermione said, looking around the common room, and not seeing Draco. She really felt bad for what had happened, scared was more like it actually. She walked up the stairs, Ron trailing behind. They walked into Hermione's room, and sat down on the bed.
'Well?" Hermione said, looking at her best friend.
"I really think that you had something to do with the patrol change, but I don't bloody well care. I think I'm falling for her 'Mione. I really do." Ron was crimson by the time he finished the sentence.
Hermione smiled at her friend. This was what she had hoped would happen. "Well, good. You like her, and she's a very nice girl. Did you think about asking her to the next Hogsmeade weekend?"
"Thought about it? Dammit, I've dreamed about it!!!" Ron exclaimed, getting off the bed, and packing the floor. His voice raising with every word that he said. "She seems so perfect for me! She liked Quidditch, she's a prefect, and she likes rats!!! Did you know that??"
"No, I actually didn't know that about her." Hermione kept smiling at him as he ran his hand through his hair in frustration.
"I would love to ask her out, but you know me around girls 'Mione. I stutter, and act like a fool. Pansy would never go for that. I'm too shy, and honestly, let's face it, she's Slytherin, and I'm Gryffindor. It just won't work." Ron finished, sitting back down on the bed.
'Honestly Ron, no one gives a shit about the houses. I mean, do you think that this is what it will be like when we graduate? No, it won't. A person is a person, no matter what house they were in." Hermione said, getting up to do her hair. She walked over to her mirror, and pulled her hair up. She was just wrapping elastic around it when someone knocked on her door.
She turned around, to find Ron nowhere in sight. She looked around, and found him in the bathroom. He obviously didn't want to see who it was. She walked over to the door, just as whoever it was knocked again.
"Hey Hermione, I simply have to talk to you!" Pansy walked into her room, blushing and giggling like a schoolgirl. "Oh, and Draco let me in. He seemed in quite the rush to get out of here." She shrugged.
"Oh, right" was all Hermione managed to say.
"So, this whole changing of the patrol has worked out amazingly!!! I finally got to talk to him!! He is amazing!! I have to ask him to Hogsmeade. He is the sweetest, most handsome person ever!" Pansy squealed, jumping around Hermione's room.
"Okay, Pansy, you need to.." is all Hermione managed to get out when the bathroom door opened.
"Pansy. Ilikeyouwillyoucometohogmeadswithme?" Ron stammered, blushing crimson.
"I'm sorry Ron, but can you slow that one down a bit?" Hermione said, a malicious glint in her eyes.
Ron took a deep breath, and tried again. "Pansy, I like you. A lot. Will you please come to Hogsmeade with me? I mean, as a date?"
"I would love to Ron. I was just going to come looking for you. Did you hear everything that I said?" Pansy looked like she was in heaven.
"Um, yes. I did actually. I'm sorry for listening in." Ron said, finding his feet suddenly as interesting as a feast in the Great hall.
"Yes, well, that's all done and solved now. Excellent. Let me know how it all works out, and now, both of you, out. I have homework to do." Hermione said, shooing them to the door.
"Alright, alright. I owe you one 'Mione. See ya later." Ron said, walking down the stairs, still blushing.
"Thanks 'Mione. Can I call you that?" at Hermione's nod, she continued. "Ill tell you what happens later. Have fun!" She followed Ron to the common room.
Hermione watched them, and smiled when she saw Ron take hold of her hand. She walked back into her room, and sat down on her bed. She defiantly had some thinking to do.
'Why did I like his touch? Why did I almost tell him about my summer, when I didn't even tell Ron or Harry? Why am I such an emotional wreck? Why does this year have to be so hard, when it's my last year? What in the hell am I going to say to him when I see him next?' Hermione's thoughts went along those lines for the better part of an hour when she remembered that she did actually have homework to do. She got up from her bed, got her quills, ink and parchment and walked down to the common room. She placed everything neatly on her desk, and then went to get her book bag. She got nice and comfortable, and began her 3-parchment essay for Potions.
She had just finished her essay when she heard the portrait open. She finished putting her books and whatnot away, and turned to look at him. He looked like she felt. His hair was slightly; messy, he had a troubled look on his face, and looked like he'd done some soul-searching while he was out.
"Hello" Hermione said, quietly, not looking at him. She felt ashamed, and had the feeling that he knew that she liked his touch.
"Hermione. I want you to know that if you ever want to finish that conversation that Weasel interrupted, then I am willing to listen." Draco said, almost formally.
"Oh-"she was interrupted
"Ah fuck it!! Who the fuck am I kidding??" Draco said, finally losing his cool "I want to know what happened to you. I want to make you feel better. I want you to be innocent again. I want this entire thing to start over again. I want you to be a pureblood, dammit. I want my father to not care." Draco was pacing the room, running his hands through his hair, mussing it up more.
"Pureblood? Your father? Wait, back that thought train up a bit. I'm lost." Hermione couldn't understand where this came from. She must have missed something, since she had no idea what was going on anymore.
It appeared that Draco had just realized what he had said. He looked at Hermione, a look of shock on his face, nodded his head, and fled to his room.
Hermione sat at her desk for a few moments, decided that she must have missed something, and went up to her room to get ready for bed. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and pulled her P.J's on. She was just crawling into bed when she heard something like sounded like a crash. She got up, walked to her door, and listened.
"..Son of a fucking bitch"
She knew that Draco must have broken something. But, why was he upset in the first place? She was defiantly lost, without anyone to help her. She felt very confused.
"Draco?" she said, as she walked out of her room, towards his. "Is everything alright? I heard a-"
"Yes, for the love of god, Mudblood, everything is fine. Now, get the fuck away from me, and leave me alone" Draco shouted from his room.
"FINE!!! Asshole! I will leave you alone. I don't know what the hell your problem is, but buddy, you better fix it soon. Not many people will put up with your shit." Hermione shouted back, storming off to her room.
'My problem is you. I need you, but I'm not allowed to' Draco thought, after cleaning up the broken mirror. He looked down at his hand, and realized that this was beyond his control, and headed out of his room, on his way to the Hospital wing.
