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R.I.P Buddy. my sisters bird died last night.
Class was almost painfully slow for Draco. He didn't really care what the professors had to say. He just wanted to go talk to Hermione. He wanted to make sure that things were fine between them. Or, rather, that they were as they always were. If he had to be honest with himself, Hermione was the only person that he really talked to this whole year, thus far. Sure, he talked to Pansy and Blaise, and Crabbe and Goyle were always around, but they didn't seem to be interested in the same things as he was. Hermione was the only person that he could have a real conversation with, that didn't involve his father, and he was always amazed at how smart she was.
Ever so slowly, the time went by. So did his classes, and lunch, more classes, and dinner was being served. Draco ate with relish, hoping that this meal would end faster, so that he could just go and talk. Deep inside, he felt the need to explain his actions to Hermione. He also wanted to talk about this mirror. Perhaps she knew how to use it. He was sure that she would spend some time in the library finding out everything about the charm. He looked past his dinner, and watched Hermione. She was eating, her small hands holding the utensils with an almost dainty air. Her curls were cascading down her back, and her eyes, which, he just noticed, faced in his direction, were twinkling. She was beautiful. Especially now that she was blushing.
Draco finally clued into the fact that he was staring, and looked away, feeling heat in his cheeks. Malfoy's did NOT blush, nor did they stare. Furthermore, as his father would say, Malfoy's did not fall for something that was so below them. Draco didn't really think that Hermione was below him. He considered her equal. What with her intelligence, kindness, wit, beauty, caring and everything else that she was, how could she not be equal?
Dinner was soon over, and Draco walked to his dorm. He knew that Hermione would already be there, since he had watched her walk out of dinner early. He wanted to follow her, but knew that it would raise a lot of suspicion if he had acted on impulse. So, he walked alone, to his dorm. He was looking forward to spending time with Hermione, but he also knew that this might get awkward, especially if they talked about the events of the past few days.
He walked up to Crysania, said the password, and walked into the common room. He wasn't surprised to find Hermione sitting on her couch, curled up with a book, Crookshanks on her lap. She looked up at his as he walked further into the room, and she smiled at him. He could feel his insides getting warmer, and he couldn't help be smile back.
He walked over to the couches, and sat down beside her. He watched her put her book down, after moving Crookshanks, and she looked up at him again.
"Hey Draco. How was your day? And how is your hand?" she asked, still smiling.
"My day? Oh, well, to be quite honest, it was long. And my hand is much better." Draco replied, flexing his hand.
"That's good to hear. Now, why did you ask that I be here?" Hermione asked, getting right to the point.
"Oh, that. Yes. Well, I wanted to explain to you what happened the night that I hurt my hand. I wanted to apologize for snapping at you the way that I did, when I know that you only wanted to help. I also wanted to apologize for calling you that..that name again. I'm sorry Hermione. I hope that you can forgive me." Draco said this all with the most sincere look upon his face.
Hermione watched him for a few moments, deciding whether or not to forgive him. She knew that she would, but this was quite an elaborate apology for something that he didn't mean to do. She studied his face, noticing his ice blue eyes, his blond/silver hair, and a cute little freckle on his right cheek. His skin looked so soft, and it really wasn't fair for him to have such long eyelashes. It was just obscene!
"Draco, I know that you didn't mean it. What I'm wondering is why you hit your mirror on the first place. I mean, honestly, was it really necessary?" Hermione finally replied.
Draco looked down. He knew that this would come up, and frankly, he wasn't ready to discuss this with her yet. He couldn't lie to he though, so this would be hard.
"Hermione, I honestly can't tell you. Just as you seem to be unable to tell me certain things, I have things that I can't tell you. Please, don't be mad at me for this."
"I understand that" Hermione said, lying through her teeth. She decided to change the subject. "Did you find anything out about the mirror?"
"No, I didn't. I didn't have enough time to go to the library to research it. Did you?" Draco knew that she would have, and was eager to hear what she knew.
"I did, actually. I found out a fair bit. Apparently, all the owner of the charmed mirror has to do is speak the name of the person, or persons that they wish to see, or talk to. The mirror will then find the person, and allow you to see what they are doing, or talk to them, whichever the case may be. I tried it out after I went to the library, and it works. Did you want me to show you?" Hermione said, being her usual bookworm self.
"Yes, I would actually." Draco replied, getting himself of the couch.
Draco followed Hermione to her room. She unlocked her door, and turned on the lights. Draco was surprised at how neat the room was. It almost looked like she hadn't touched anything since he was here last. Hermione walked up to her mirror, and looked back at him, to make sure that he was still there.
"My mirror is the same as yours. All you have to do, as I said, before, is say the name of whom you want to see. Like this." She turned to the mirror. "Mirror, Pansy Parkinson"
Draco watched as the mirror's smooth surface changed from himself and Hermione, to Pansy and- Ron? Draco shook his head, but it did nothing to change the picture in the mirror. It was Pansy and Ron, in, by the looks of it, an empty classroom, snogging each other's faces off. Draco was a little jealous. Not of either of them, but of what they were doing. He hadn't had someone to snog like that for a long time. He looked at Hermione, and wanted her to be his next kiss.
Hermione turned toward him. "See? That's how it works. I think that it's quite a responsibility, don't you think?"
Draco continued looking at her, entranced by the movement of her lips as she spoke. They were so damn pink, and succulent. He needed them. Damn the consequences.
Draco took the two steps towards Hermione, and took her hand within his own. His eyes were locked onto hers. He pulled her hand, palm up, to his face. His lips gently grazed the flesh between her palm and her wrist. Her eyes held a look of shock, but he couldn't help himself.
He slowly kissed his way up her entire arm, his pulse quickening, as well as hers. He could tell that she was cautious of what was going on, and he had to admit, that he was too. He hoped like hell that she didn't get it into her head that this was a good time to slap him.
Draco placed his next kiss on her inner elbow. He could feel her heart beat, could feel the heat radiating from her body. He needed her. He gently nipped her soft flesh with his teeth, and he didn't quite expect the response.
SMACK"Draco fucking Malfoy!!! Get your hands off me!! Get out!!" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs, pulling her fist back in case she needed to hit him again.
"Hermione, I-"
"OUT!!! NOW!!"Draco looked defeated, as he walked out of Hermione's room. He fucked it all up. She would never forgive him. DAMN Pansy and Ron!! This was all their fault.
Hermione watched him leave. She knew deep inside that he hadn't meant to hurt her. Or had he?
Either way, it reminded her too much of her summer.
Hermione crawled onto her bed, placed her hands on her face, and cried.
"If I ever fall again, will I just turn it to the wind and let it fly away with pain? Or fester into shame? This cold dark place inside my mind, will keep me safe and far behind. SO YOU CAN NEVER HURT ME AGAIN."
