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Chapter 2-What is it I Feel?
Over the next 3 months, Malfoy and Hermione were starting to bond. They started to talk and learned what made the other tick. To Hermione's amazement, her and Malfoy started to become friends. They had told each other to be called by their first names rather than last names.
Draco and Hermione were sitting in front of the fire. They were doing homework. I can't ... this isn't right? I'm looking at him differently, Hermione thought. She scolded herself and told herself to stop.
Late one cold November night, Hermione could not get to sleep. She decided to go to the common room and find a book to read until she finally dozed off. She grabbed her robe and started to walk down the spiralled stairs. She heard small whimpers coming from the common room. It was Draco crying and talking to himself. Hermione, seated herself on the stairs as she listened to him talk. She heard the scratching of a quill on parchment and figured that he was writing in his journal.
"I can't be starting to like her. I just can't we've only been living together for 3 months. But then what is it I feel? I'm not exactly sure and I can't describe it. She's sweet and kind. The past 6 years I've been so rude... I haven't actually gotten to know her and I've called her hundreds of names. I can't tell her how I feel because I'm not entirely sure."
Hermione stopped and thought that was the same way she felt. Should I go down and talk to him? No, that wouldn't be good because then he'll get mad at me and I can't have that happening, she thought. She heard him start to climb the stairs. She quickly got up and she started to go back up the stairs. His footsteps where getting closer.
"Hermione? Are you there?" Draco said. She started to walk down, pretending she was tired until she met up with him.
"Draco," she said yawning. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" she added.
"I need to talk to you," he said softly. She nodded. She then started to tremble. She started to walk down the stairs before she realized he was holding her hand. He took her to the couch and let her sit down before sitting down himself.
"Draco, what is this all about?" she said, hoping that her voice sounded confused.
"I don't know how to put what I'm about to say in words so, I'm going to try my best," he said, struggling for the right words. Hermione nodded. "I think ..." Just as he started to talk, an owl came and dropped an envelope in front of Hermione. She ignored it and put it in her robe pocket.
"Continue Draco," she said, nervously. He leaned in on Hermione ... slowly their lips touched. They were kissing. Hermione put her arms around his neck. She slowly pulled away. "I think that about sums up what I wanted to say."
"Draco, I feel the same way about you the way you do for me. I don't know if you were hesitant at first or maybe didn't want it to happen, but thats the way it was for me," Hermione said. She saw Draco nod.
"It was the same way for me," he said. They both laid down on the couch they were sitting on and snuggled up. Before Hermione knew it, she was fast asleep.
The next morning was Saturday. Hermione woke up only just realizing that Draco was still fast asleep behind her. She slowly got up trying not to wake him. He looks so cute when he's sleeping, she thought. She placed a blanket on him and kissed his cheek. She went to her room; opened her robe and took the letter out and it read:
Hermione,
I wanted to let you know that you and I need to talk. Meet me in the Great Hall at 3:00 this afternoon.
-Ron
Hermione glanced at the clock. It was 2:30. "Oh my goodness!" she said out loud. She had half an hour to meet Ron. She put her pair of jeans and a sweater on. She ran down the stairs still thinking about Draco and the kiss last night. Now that they were dating, it would be a lot easier around each other. It would also be hard to tell their friends.
Hermione kissed Draco again and she sprinted out the portrait hole. She soon reached the Great Hall with 10 minutes to spare. She saw Ron and Harry waiting for her at the Gryffindor table. Hermione started to walk towards them. Once she reached their, Harry said that he and Ginny were meeting for a date so, he would have to leave.
"So," said Ron nervously. "How is Malfoy treating you?" He felt himself go red.
"He's treating me okay! It's not as bad as I thought it would be!" Hermione answered.
"In the letter, I said that we needed to talk ... I never said what but here it goes ... Hermione, I've always admired you. I think that you are a pretty girl ... you are also very smart. Over the past 3 years, I've started to like you. I was really upset on the train when you were crying. I knew that Malfoy would make your year a living hell ... and I wanted to show you how much I care about you."
Ron leaned across the table trying to kiss her but she backed away. "Ron ... I'm sorry." She had tears in her eyes and on her face. "I just can't," she said, she got up and ran out the Great Hall. Harry and Ginny came in together.
"So, how did it go?" Harry asked as Ron started to cry.
"I told you it was a big mistake," he said. "I want to be left alone, right now." He ran out the Great Hall and up to Gryffindor tower.
Chapter 2-What is it I Feel?
Over the next 3 months, Malfoy and Hermione were starting to bond. They started to talk and learned what made the other tick. To Hermione's amazement, her and Malfoy started to become friends. They had told each other to be called by their first names rather than last names.
Draco and Hermione were sitting in front of the fire. They were doing homework. I can't ... this isn't right? I'm looking at him differently, Hermione thought. She scolded herself and told herself to stop.
Late one cold November night, Hermione could not get to sleep. She decided to go to the common room and find a book to read until she finally dozed off. She grabbed her robe and started to walk down the spiralled stairs. She heard small whimpers coming from the common room. It was Draco crying and talking to himself. Hermione, seated herself on the stairs as she listened to him talk. She heard the scratching of a quill on parchment and figured that he was writing in his journal.
"I can't be starting to like her. I just can't we've only been living together for 3 months. But then what is it I feel? I'm not exactly sure and I can't describe it. She's sweet and kind. The past 6 years I've been so rude... I haven't actually gotten to know her and I've called her hundreds of names. I can't tell her how I feel because I'm not entirely sure."
Hermione stopped and thought that was the same way she felt. Should I go down and talk to him? No, that wouldn't be good because then he'll get mad at me and I can't have that happening, she thought. She heard him start to climb the stairs. She quickly got up and she started to go back up the stairs. His footsteps where getting closer.
"Hermione? Are you there?" Draco said. She started to walk down, pretending she was tired until she met up with him.
"Draco," she said yawning. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" she added.
"I need to talk to you," he said softly. She nodded. She then started to tremble. She started to walk down the stairs before she realized he was holding her hand. He took her to the couch and let her sit down before sitting down himself.
"Draco, what is this all about?" she said, hoping that her voice sounded confused.
"I don't know how to put what I'm about to say in words so, I'm going to try my best," he said, struggling for the right words. Hermione nodded. "I think ..." Just as he started to talk, an owl came and dropped an envelope in front of Hermione. She ignored it and put it in her robe pocket.
"Continue Draco," she said, nervously. He leaned in on Hermione ... slowly their lips touched. They were kissing. Hermione put her arms around his neck. She slowly pulled away. "I think that about sums up what I wanted to say."
"Draco, I feel the same way about you the way you do for me. I don't know if you were hesitant at first or maybe didn't want it to happen, but thats the way it was for me," Hermione said. She saw Draco nod.
"It was the same way for me," he said. They both laid down on the couch they were sitting on and snuggled up. Before Hermione knew it, she was fast asleep.
The next morning was Saturday. Hermione woke up only just realizing that Draco was still fast asleep behind her. She slowly got up trying not to wake him. He looks so cute when he's sleeping, she thought. She placed a blanket on him and kissed his cheek. She went to her room; opened her robe and took the letter out and it read:
Hermione,
I wanted to let you know that you and I need to talk. Meet me in the Great Hall at 3:00 this afternoon.
-Ron
Hermione glanced at the clock. It was 2:30. "Oh my goodness!" she said out loud. She had half an hour to meet Ron. She put her pair of jeans and a sweater on. She ran down the stairs still thinking about Draco and the kiss last night. Now that they were dating, it would be a lot easier around each other. It would also be hard to tell their friends.
Hermione kissed Draco again and she sprinted out the portrait hole. She soon reached the Great Hall with 10 minutes to spare. She saw Ron and Harry waiting for her at the Gryffindor table. Hermione started to walk towards them. Once she reached their, Harry said that he and Ginny were meeting for a date so, he would have to leave.
"So," said Ron nervously. "How is Malfoy treating you?" He felt himself go red.
"He's treating me okay! It's not as bad as I thought it would be!" Hermione answered.
"In the letter, I said that we needed to talk ... I never said what but here it goes ... Hermione, I've always admired you. I think that you are a pretty girl ... you are also very smart. Over the past 3 years, I've started to like you. I was really upset on the train when you were crying. I knew that Malfoy would make your year a living hell ... and I wanted to show you how much I care about you."
Ron leaned across the table trying to kiss her but she backed away. "Ron ... I'm sorry." She had tears in her eyes and on her face. "I just can't," she said, she got up and ran out the Great Hall. Harry and Ginny came in together.
"So, how did it go?" Harry asked as Ron started to cry.
"I told you it was a big mistake," he said. "I want to be left alone, right now." He ran out the Great Hall and up to Gryffindor tower.