Chapter 5- Seeing

Seeing

Hermione walked down the corridor the next Monday morning, even more confused than she was before. She simply couldn't decide whether or not to tell Harry and Ron about everything. She loved Draco, and she wanted to respect his wishes, but simply couldn't.

Her head was else where, and she couldn't think about anything except what had happened that Saturday. Her heart drifted when she thought about what happened in the Room of Requirement. How they explored each other in a way they never had before.

But that… she thought, Should not influence my opinion.

But it did.

Hermione thought for hours about how to tell Harry and Ron, because she knew she had to. Casually mention it? No, that certainly wouldn't work. Hear-felt letter! No, that wouldn't do. Letters are dreadful things, you could simply look at it and feel the dreadful news being broken to you for the first time. Should she simply pull them aside, and have a talk with her two best friends? No.

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to tell them, was Hermione's final decision. I'll wait for the right moment, she thought.

And Hermione did wait, for three months. It was April, and her and Draco weren't exactly the perfect couple they were at the beginning of the story. Although they still loved each other very much, and the concept of separating never even crosses their minds, Draco was constantly pressuring Hermione to tell Harry and Ron. But Hermione continued to put it off, she was too afraid.

Today, was another one of those days. Hermione and Draco were out on the Charms balcony again, just as they were about a year ago, only this time, there was no rain for Hermione to feel. It was bright and sunny, and she was staring at the grounds below.

"So," began Draco. "Have you thought of how you're going to tell them yet?"

"Draco, please, I don't want to think about-"

"Hermione, you've got to stop avoiding this. You promised me you'd tell them, you promised that you'd let them know about everything…"

"Promises can't always be kept, Draco, you know that," sighed Hermione.

Draco looked at Hermione again. He was sick of arguing about this. It was selfish of him, and he knew it.

"Hermione, do you want to tell them?" asked Draco. Hermione stared at Draco for a moment, and said quietly, "Well, no, not really…"

"Then you don't have to say anything to them. You can wait, if you feel it's better that way," said Draco.

Hermione couldn't believe her ears. Every doubt she ever had about Draco, every worry that he might turn on her, went away. It all went away, and she knew that this Draco was real, that this Draco loved her more then anything in the world.

"Really?" gasped Hermione. Draco grinned, and nodded. Hermione was over whelmed with happiness, and she ran into Draco arms and kissed him passionately. The moment felt perfect, everything, even though they were still a secret, even though they were never going to tell anyone, the moment seemed wonderful.

But it was too wonderful.

"What the bloody hell is this?" came a familiar voice. Draco and Hermione stopped to see who it was, and to their horror, it was one of the last people that they wanted to see right now.

It was Harry.

"I don't want to hear a bloody word out of your mouth, Hermione!" yelled Harry as he stormed down the hall. Hermione was chasing him.

"Harry, please! Listen to me! I need to explain!" yelled Hermione.

"Don't worry, Hermione, it's clear as day to me! You're all over that slime-ball, and that's all I needed to know!" cried Harry.

"But, Harry, you need to understand! Things are different, they're complicated…" yelled Hermione.

"Hermione, I don't want to talk to you, okay? You're a traitor! You know that I have to tell-

"Harry, you can't tell anyone!" yelled Hermione as she caught up to him. "I'm going to do that, but not yet. It's not the right time," sighed Hermione.

"But, you're with Malfoy! How can you be with Malfoy?" asked Harry.

"It's a long story, but he's not what we always thought he was, Harry…" began Hermione.

"Wow, Hermione, that's rich…" said Harry.

"Maybe if you'd just listen it would make a little bit more sense!" said Hermione loudly.

"Fine, Hermione, I'll listen to your little story, but it better be good…" said Harry.

Hermione explained everything, about Jonathon Temple, about Draco's hatred for his father, and about how wonderful Draco is.

"I still can't believe it," sighed Harry. Hermione looked at Harry, not sure whether or not he was accepting what she had told him.

"I know…" began Hermione."It's complicated, but, I really love him…"

Harry looked at Hermione disbelievingly, and he began to redden.

"You love him?" asked Harry. "How can you love him! He's a Slytherin, Hermione! "His father's a Death Eater, his family are a bunch of murderers! They pretty much killed my parents, Hermione! And you expect me just to accept this? I can't do that, Hermione, I'm sorry, but I can't."

Hermione began to tear up, and she looked at Harry, and mumbled, "I'm sorry, Harry. I really am."

She slowly walked back to the balcony where she had left Draco, and saw him waiting patiently for her. Hermione broke into tears, and fell into Draco's arms, sobbing.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. I'm so sorry," Draco mumbled as Hermione sobbed.

"I'm going to loose him…" cried Hermione, and how right she was.

Nobody seemed to be taking the news of their relationship lightly, especially Harry and Ron. They wouldn't even speak to Hermione, nor would they look at her or anything of the sort. Ron looked almost sickened by the news, like hearing it was a disease.

Draco wasn't having a very easy time either. The Slytherins completely turned on him, even Crabbe and Goyle. Pansy was acted even more cruelly to Hermione than before, although Hermione could care less about the Slytherins. Draco and Hermione only seemed to have each other, and they weren't sure what to do.

The only positive side to it was that the two were able to talk to each other more freely, and Draco didn't have to lie anymore. They were sitting under the oak tree later that May, holding each other, and talking.

"Have you spoken to Harry and Ron since-"

"No, I haven't. They hate me now Draco," sighed Hermione.

"That isn't fair…" began Draco.

"I know it's not, I told Harry everything, and he won't believe it, like you could never change," said Hermione.

"Maybe he's got a point love," said Draco.

Hermione let go of Draco and stared at him oddly. "What are you trying to say, Draco?" asked Hermione.

"Hermione, I think we should stop seeing each other."