Day Old Hate

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. I wish I did own Draco though.

Author's Note: Hello all. This is the first story that I've written in quite some time. Whether you like it or hate it, I need some reviews 'cause I'm a little skeptical on whether or not I should continue it. I mean, I may just continue it but not post any more depending on the reviews I get.

Enjoy.


Prologue

It's the day before I graduate – my last official day as a student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It has been an amazing seven years and I am quite sad to say good-bye, but I feel a new chapter in my life has begun this year. My final year, this year, was the best. It had its ups and its downs and there have defiantly been some of those moments where when I think back on it, I say "Oh, Merlin, what in the heck was I thinking?"

I guess you could say that I'm still a bookworm, seeing as how I've been chosen as valedictorian and named the smartest witch of this time by the Daily Prophet. Looking as what has happened this year, I wouldn't have chosen myself for those. Maybe Dumbledore knows, maybe he doesn't. I've never been able to figure out the way that man works.

Many people ask what I, the Hermione Granger, have done in order to make myself think "Oh, Merlin, what in the heck was I thinking?" I guess that only way for you to comprehend what happened if for me to begin when the glares ended. If started out as an ordinary Saturday, but by then time it was over, nothing was ever the same…



Chapter One

I had gone to the library when everyone else, who was a third year or older with a signed permission form, had gone to Hogsmeade for the weekend. Normally, I would've gone but our NEWTS were soon to arrive and studying was more appealing to me than hanging around with Harry and Ron, especially since Ron and I had already gotten into a catastrophic fight. Harry, of course being of the male gender, took his side.
The peace and quite of the school's library always soothed and comforted me, no matter what happened. It was my constant; no matter what took place or what changed, the library always remained peaceful and quiet. My usual table, the one in the very back closest to the History Section, was empty as always. The table, this segment of smooth circular wood was also my constant. It was always empty and always at my enjoyment.

I took heavy strides that day, my mind being in another place. Unfortunately, when I had sat down, I hadn't noticed the set of books already meticulously placed on one side of the table. I set my bag with my things in a chair and went to find the history books I needed. When I returned, a certain blonde-haired Slytherin was sitting across from where I normally sat.

"Miss Parkinson," I tried to use an official tone of civility that a Head Girl is expected to use with everyone. "May I inquire as to what you are doing here and why you are sitting at my table?" Deep down, I hope I didn't confuse her with the official sounding words, but it was quite amusing to watch the emotions of confusion, embarrassment, and anger play across her face.

"Granger, she's here with me," a deep male voice behind me stated. He had the same official tone that I did.

"Yes, well I should've known that she would not have ventured in here had it not been for you," I say, still trying to remain civil. "I guess, in all fairness," I take a deep breath trying to put into words what I know needs to be said, "since you two were here first…I'll go some place else…"

I grab my bag and my book and walk to Madame Pince to check it out. Before I walk out of the library, I glance to the back and watch the two Slytherins, who are just as shocked as I am that I didn't try to pick a fight. I then open one of the two wooden doors and walk, proud and confused with myself and my actions.

A realization then hits me. One of my only constants is gone. I cannot use that table anymore since Malfoy and Parkinson have hence forth claimed it as their own. I turn the corner and sink down against the cold, stone wall. It may not seem like much to you, and when I look back on it now, I'm actually embarrassed to say that I did freak out over not being able to sit at that table anymore, but when it comes to everything changing, you need a constant…

As I sit on the floor, lost in my own thoughts, I didn't notice someone standing in front of me. My thoughts wondered back to the library with Malfoy and Parkinson. Malfoy thinks he's so perfect with his perfect hair and his perfect teeth and his perfect lips…That's where my thoughts were cut short with a hang waving in my face. And then an urgent whisper was breaking the silence of the corridor. "Granger?"

I look up into the face of the one who has plagued my thoughts. "Woah…" I say in a dazed voice. "How'd you do that?" "He looks down at me with that O-M-G-She's-Gone-Mental look but the words that manage to escape his mouth were "What do you mean?"

"Well…" I say, looking in to his eyes with my own glazed over, still in a trance, "I was just thinking about you and then, POOF, out of no where, you show up?" Bad thing to say. I'm defiantly out of my day dream when his pale blonde eye brows shoot up to his hairline. He then gives his trademark smirk that I'm sure he was born with.

"So, you were thinking me, eh, Granger?" He gives a small, triumphant chuckle.

Yes. "No," I retort. But you were and there's nothing wrong with that. Shut up brain.

I then stand up to see him eye-level. Well, almost eye-level. Y'see, he's about a head taller than me so my eye-level is his Adam's apple. "What I meant to say," I clear my throat, regaining my confidence, "is that I was merely—"

"Just face it, Granger, I'm irresistible and you can't keep me out of your thoughts…" he interrupts and gives me a wink.

"Oh, you wish, Malfoy," I say as I roll my eyes at him.

"Ah, ah, ah, Granger. I do believe that it is you who was thinking about me," he replies, looking down at me with those unreadable eyes.

"No, I wasn't," I step towards him, calling his bluff.

"Oh, yes you were, Miss Granger," he says, also taking a step forward, neither of us breaking eye contact in fear of losing our unspoken staring contest.

"No. I. Wasn't," I enunciate each word clearly, putting my hands on my hips, still not breaking eye contact.

"Shut up, Granger," he uses a forceful tone.

"Why don't you make me, Malfoy?" I challenge him.

"You don't want me to make you."

"Aw," I use the tone one uses when speaking to a baby, "is wittle Dwaco too scawed?"

He continues to stare for a few seconds longer before he unexpectedly pushes his lips down onto mine. He wraps his arms around my waist as my arms instinctively snake their way from down by my sides to on his shoulders with my fingers intertwining in his silky blonde hair. The next thing I know, my back roughly hits the cold wall and when I gasp in surprise, he takes that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss.

When I finally realized what was taking place, I pushed him away, both of us breaking fairly heavily from the intensity of the kiss. "Malfoy…Don't." I then grab my things from the floor and run up to the Gryffindor common room.

Author's Note: As I said, I need reviews in order to decide. Constructive criticism is nice. I'm sorry it's not very long but reviews would inspire me. And the entire fic was inspired by Dallas Green's song "Day Old Hate", hence the title.
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Le Britties