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Chapter Six

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"The better part of our story,

Is when we started to fall,

Even though we hated each other,

In the very beginning."

The awkward silence was riveting.

Draco Malfoy did not only come late for their Head meeting, but he also didn't talk to her the whole time. Not even one measly word, nor a glance. Sometimes, she can hear him shuffle through his feet, obviously trying to fight the temptation to defile any of her decisions. What has happened to him?

"So, I think we should consider letting Nevile be the one to assist the third years on their Hogsmeade weekend," Hermione concluded, trying to get a rise from Malfoy. But to no avail, she failed. She hunched back to her seat and slapped a wisp of her hair out of her face. She was really annoyed.

He stood up quietly and strolled towards the window, drawing the curtains open. Outside, there were some students who decided to stay for the Christmas Holidays. Snow started to fall, ever so slowly as the students below their dorm sauntered forth towards the Green House, excitedly playing with some of the fallen snow and flowers. "I heard you, you know."

Hermione was shocked. "What are you talking about?" Her voice was shaky, fear evident in her tone.

"When you were walking through the hallways, I heard you," he said quietly. "I was suprised, to say the least, that you started to feel that way."

She tried to swallow a rather large lump on her throat. It was difficult, she couldn't talk. "I-I," her voice came out rasped. "I don't know what you're talking about. That must be some other girl you walked into."

"No," he said, turning his attention to her fully. "I heard you, Granger, loud and clear."

Hermione blushed to the roots of her hair. She knew that she shouldn't have talking out loud, voicing out her innermost thoughts. Shame on her mind, very naughty mind. "So now what, Malfoy?" She said, still a bit shaky but now with confidence in her voice. "You'll wave me off like any other girl that you started to like?"

Draco raised a brow at this. "I have never liked anybody, Granger. Never."

"Oh?" She drawled, anger started to seep in. "Then what did you tell Blaise that night when Ron and I announced that we were a couple, huh? You think that I didn't overhear that conversation? I'm not daft, Malfoy."

It's his turn to be humiliated, Hermione thought defiantly. "I fell for her, you say. Is that another crap of yours?" As she said this, tears started threatening to spill.

Draco angrily glared at her, noticing her flushed cheeks and misty eyes. "How dare you say that!" He spat. "You don't know what I really feel, nobody does."

"Then tell me," she shrieked. "Bloody tell me what you feel!"

"I started to love you," he hissed, frustrated. "Every bloody move you make, I try to memorize. Your eyes, your nose, your lips... your whole bloody face, I adore. I burn it in the very depths of my mind. I want to remember you as you are. But then you threw my adoration away, my love away for that freaking weasel," he cried. "Why did you this to me?" He slowly fell on his knees, grasping his head on his face, and rocked back and forth as if he had gone insane.

Hermione softly cried, reaching out to touch his hand when he slapped it away, the expression of his face became deathly. She yanked her hand back, scared.

"How dare you," he said slowly, every word dripping with sudden hate. "You made me like this," he accused. "It's your fault that I became like this. I was supposed to be hateful, deceitful, malicious, not the very opposite. My father will despise me as well as the others when they find out." He stood up, towering over her lithe form. He sneered at her. "You should feel ashamed of yourself."

She cried harder, letting all of his hateful words hit her to the very core. She hadn't done anything, she did nothing. But why is he saying that she did? What she did was to love him back, was that so bad? She tumbled back as he slapped her on her face, leaving a red imprint.

"Such a pretty face," he drawled, taking pleasure on her now vulnerable form. "Now tainted with my evil hands."

He laughed in a hollow tone. No emotions, nothing whatsoever. It gave shivers down Hermione's spine.

"D-Draco," Hermione successfully spat out from her aching lips. "I love you."

"Liar," Draco hissed, slapping her again. "You don't deserve to say my name, you don't deserve my respect," she silently stood up, but was thrown back down with another of his slaps, now much forceful. "You don't deserve me."

He turned his back on her, letting a tear fall unsuspectedly. "Cry as you will, mudblood, but you will never have my pity."

"D-Draco," Hermione hiccuped between sobs. "Please, I love you."

Draco walked away from the scene, leaving Hermione clutching her robes tightly. So much for being happy this Christmas Holidays.

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End Note: Our poor little Hermione. (sobs) Poor girl. But anyway, please leave some reviews. The end of our little ficlet is nearing to its end. Yes, yes, I know. Do you want a sequel? No? Okay. :)