The next morning, Draco was face down at the Slytherin table. He hadn't
slept a wink and he felt so sick, he wasn't sure how he was actually going
to make it through the day.
He could hear Pansy and Blaise talking and Snape was talking to someone further down the table. All he wanted to do was go and talk to Hermione but if he did, he knew he'd just make it worse. All he could do was insult her whenever he tried to have a conversation.
He had Ancient Runes first; one of the only lessons Hermione wasn't constantly flanked by Potty and Weasel. Perhaps he could talk to her during that. Or perhaps he'd just go back to his dormitory and never come out again.
Draco lifted his head from the table and took a large drink from his pumpkin juice just as the owl post came. It hurt Draco to look at the owls, for he always expected one to come from his mother like it used to.
He let the familiar pain sweep over him as he looked over at Gryffindor table at Hermione who was now reading her Daily Prophet, half listening to whatever Ron was saying to her. She looked tired also but she could be green and covered in boils and Draco would still think she was beautiful.
"Who are you gazing at then?" Pansy said, her voice cutting through Draco's thoughts like a knife.
"What?" He snapped back, looking at her. She was craning her neck to try and see who Draco had been looking at.
"Parvati? Don't tell me you're moving onto Gryffindor's now, it was bad enough when you were banging that Cho Chang from Ravenclaw," Pansy said, wrinkling her nose.
"Oh shut your face for the love of Merlin. Keep your piggy little nose out of my business just because I'd rather do Longbottom than you," Draco spat at her. He got up from the table, knocking over some glasses as he went. He ignored the cries of protest as he went and glared at Stallion who sitting at the very end of the table alone. Stallion merely looked away slowly and turned a page of a book he was reading.
"How he is a Slytherin, I'll never know," Draco muttered to himself, pushing the doors of the Great Hall open with force. "What?" He barked at two small girls who were eying him curiously. They hurried into the Great Hall and Draco fought the urge to curse them, just for the hell of it. Draco kicked a stone pillar at the foot of the stairs that led to most classrooms and let out a shout. He was so frustrated with himself and his stupidity. Why had he kissed Hermione? Why did he do it?
She was a Muggle-born, scum of the earth but Draco loved her with everything he had. Her determination and courage were admirable and anyone who put up with Ron and Harry for seven years had to be commended. How anyone could listen to Potter's poor little hero story or Weasley's stupidness was beyond Draco.
Draco knew how Ron felt about Hermione. It was so obvious but nothing had ever come of it. He was unsure if the two had spoken about it but all he knew was Hermione had never made any move to make her and Ron a couple.
"Draco?"
Draco shouted out in fright, which was happening more and more.
"What?" He demanded, turning to see who it was. He felt his face fall when he saw it was Hermione, not looking too pleased.
"I, I think we need to talk. Now," Hermione replied in her business like voice.
"I don't want to talk to you. I've got to go," Draco said as nastily as he could and made off down the corridor but Hermione caught him up and ran in front of him so he had to stop.
"Are you deaf? I said I don't want to talk to you about anything. Get out of my way before I curse you out of the way," Draco shouted, ripping his wand from his robes. He really didn't want this, not when he was already riled up.
"No. Curse me but I'm talking to you. Now," Hermione said bossily. She was pointing her wand at Draco too.
"If it's about last night, I told you. I wasn't myself. So if you've come thinking I like you then you're wrong," Draco snapped.
"I came to talk about last night and why it really happened," Hermione said quietly and clearly.
"Are you stupid? I didn't mean it and I regret it," Draco replied angrily. Hermione was glaring at him, not satisfied with his answer.
"You maybe a hit with certain girls but you can't just come and force yourself on me. It doesn't work like that Draco, not with me," Hermione said finally. Draco was confused, what exactly was she saying here? Did she feel the same way? Maybe it wasn't such a huge mistake after all. "Then I'm sorry. I just wanted to, I don't know," Draco said, his voice softening slightly. Hermione furrowed her brow at his comment.
"Draco, what exactly are you saying?" She asked, folding her arms.
"I, like you. You can't say you don't feel the same, you kissed me back!" Draco said, panicking at her expression and trying to defend his comment. She did kiss him back after all!
"No Draco, I don't like you. That kiss, it was nothing. You aren't capable of loving anyone but yourself anyway," Hermione replied. Draco felt sick once again. She didn't feel the same way. He had just admitted his feelings and she didn't feel the same about him. Draco had just made the biggest mistake of his life. He was vulnerable now.
Draco must've been staring dumbly at Hermione for at least a full minute. He didn't know what to do or what to say. He thought about cursing her memory away but he knew in his heart he could never ever curse her on purpose.
"Did you hear me Draco?" Hermione said, cutting Draco's thoughts in two.
Draco looked at her slowly and said nothing. He merely turned around and walked in the opposite direction as fast as he could, leaving Hermione confused and alone.
"I cannot believe his nerve!" Hermione muttered angrily to herself, wanting to slam her dormitory door but didn't as the other girls were already asleep in bed. "I'm going straight to Dumbledore, left me alone again to look after the whole school!"
Hermione undressed quickly and threw herself into bed, still seething. She wouldn't forget this; Malfoy was probably too busy trying to sleep with people to think about anyone else.
Hermione stopped muttering angrily when she heard a voice coming from one of the girl's beds. She strained to listen to see who it was. It sounded like Parvati but she was speaking so quietly Hermione couldn't understand her.
Hermione shook her head and tried to stop listening, she was being nosy and it was probably just her sleep talking again or something.
Someone wrenched back Parvati's hangings around her bed and Hermione heard footsteps on the wooden floor. Hermione rolled over, expecting to see Parvati but a barely clothed Draco Malfoy came into full view. Hermione froze, staring at what she was seeing. Draco glanced at her and smirked nastily before turning and saying something to Parvati and then leaving.
Instantly, Lavender jumped over to Parvati's bed and began questioning her. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and rolled back over but she was left to listen to those two giggling for most of the night over the same boy Hermione had kissed just over twenty four hours ago.
He could hear Pansy and Blaise talking and Snape was talking to someone further down the table. All he wanted to do was go and talk to Hermione but if he did, he knew he'd just make it worse. All he could do was insult her whenever he tried to have a conversation.
He had Ancient Runes first; one of the only lessons Hermione wasn't constantly flanked by Potty and Weasel. Perhaps he could talk to her during that. Or perhaps he'd just go back to his dormitory and never come out again.
Draco lifted his head from the table and took a large drink from his pumpkin juice just as the owl post came. It hurt Draco to look at the owls, for he always expected one to come from his mother like it used to.
He let the familiar pain sweep over him as he looked over at Gryffindor table at Hermione who was now reading her Daily Prophet, half listening to whatever Ron was saying to her. She looked tired also but she could be green and covered in boils and Draco would still think she was beautiful.
"Who are you gazing at then?" Pansy said, her voice cutting through Draco's thoughts like a knife.
"What?" He snapped back, looking at her. She was craning her neck to try and see who Draco had been looking at.
"Parvati? Don't tell me you're moving onto Gryffindor's now, it was bad enough when you were banging that Cho Chang from Ravenclaw," Pansy said, wrinkling her nose.
"Oh shut your face for the love of Merlin. Keep your piggy little nose out of my business just because I'd rather do Longbottom than you," Draco spat at her. He got up from the table, knocking over some glasses as he went. He ignored the cries of protest as he went and glared at Stallion who sitting at the very end of the table alone. Stallion merely looked away slowly and turned a page of a book he was reading.
"How he is a Slytherin, I'll never know," Draco muttered to himself, pushing the doors of the Great Hall open with force. "What?" He barked at two small girls who were eying him curiously. They hurried into the Great Hall and Draco fought the urge to curse them, just for the hell of it. Draco kicked a stone pillar at the foot of the stairs that led to most classrooms and let out a shout. He was so frustrated with himself and his stupidity. Why had he kissed Hermione? Why did he do it?
She was a Muggle-born, scum of the earth but Draco loved her with everything he had. Her determination and courage were admirable and anyone who put up with Ron and Harry for seven years had to be commended. How anyone could listen to Potter's poor little hero story or Weasley's stupidness was beyond Draco.
Draco knew how Ron felt about Hermione. It was so obvious but nothing had ever come of it. He was unsure if the two had spoken about it but all he knew was Hermione had never made any move to make her and Ron a couple.
"Draco?"
Draco shouted out in fright, which was happening more and more.
"What?" He demanded, turning to see who it was. He felt his face fall when he saw it was Hermione, not looking too pleased.
"I, I think we need to talk. Now," Hermione replied in her business like voice.
"I don't want to talk to you. I've got to go," Draco said as nastily as he could and made off down the corridor but Hermione caught him up and ran in front of him so he had to stop.
"Are you deaf? I said I don't want to talk to you about anything. Get out of my way before I curse you out of the way," Draco shouted, ripping his wand from his robes. He really didn't want this, not when he was already riled up.
"No. Curse me but I'm talking to you. Now," Hermione said bossily. She was pointing her wand at Draco too.
"If it's about last night, I told you. I wasn't myself. So if you've come thinking I like you then you're wrong," Draco snapped.
"I came to talk about last night and why it really happened," Hermione said quietly and clearly.
"Are you stupid? I didn't mean it and I regret it," Draco replied angrily. Hermione was glaring at him, not satisfied with his answer.
"You maybe a hit with certain girls but you can't just come and force yourself on me. It doesn't work like that Draco, not with me," Hermione said finally. Draco was confused, what exactly was she saying here? Did she feel the same way? Maybe it wasn't such a huge mistake after all. "Then I'm sorry. I just wanted to, I don't know," Draco said, his voice softening slightly. Hermione furrowed her brow at his comment.
"Draco, what exactly are you saying?" She asked, folding her arms.
"I, like you. You can't say you don't feel the same, you kissed me back!" Draco said, panicking at her expression and trying to defend his comment. She did kiss him back after all!
"No Draco, I don't like you. That kiss, it was nothing. You aren't capable of loving anyone but yourself anyway," Hermione replied. Draco felt sick once again. She didn't feel the same way. He had just admitted his feelings and she didn't feel the same about him. Draco had just made the biggest mistake of his life. He was vulnerable now.
Draco must've been staring dumbly at Hermione for at least a full minute. He didn't know what to do or what to say. He thought about cursing her memory away but he knew in his heart he could never ever curse her on purpose.
"Did you hear me Draco?" Hermione said, cutting Draco's thoughts in two.
Draco looked at her slowly and said nothing. He merely turned around and walked in the opposite direction as fast as he could, leaving Hermione confused and alone.
"I cannot believe his nerve!" Hermione muttered angrily to herself, wanting to slam her dormitory door but didn't as the other girls were already asleep in bed. "I'm going straight to Dumbledore, left me alone again to look after the whole school!"
Hermione undressed quickly and threw herself into bed, still seething. She wouldn't forget this; Malfoy was probably too busy trying to sleep with people to think about anyone else.
Hermione stopped muttering angrily when she heard a voice coming from one of the girl's beds. She strained to listen to see who it was. It sounded like Parvati but she was speaking so quietly Hermione couldn't understand her.
Hermione shook her head and tried to stop listening, she was being nosy and it was probably just her sleep talking again or something.
Someone wrenched back Parvati's hangings around her bed and Hermione heard footsteps on the wooden floor. Hermione rolled over, expecting to see Parvati but a barely clothed Draco Malfoy came into full view. Hermione froze, staring at what she was seeing. Draco glanced at her and smirked nastily before turning and saying something to Parvati and then leaving.
Instantly, Lavender jumped over to Parvati's bed and began questioning her. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and rolled back over but she was left to listen to those two giggling for most of the night over the same boy Hermione had kissed just over twenty four hours ago.