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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* For the next few weeks, Hermione avoided Draco in every possible way. If they had an assignment together, Hermione would draw a line as to what she was doing, did hers and Draco did his. Draco was now a bit afraid of Hermione because if she broke down then he would know what it was about. She lasted a few more weeks and Draco was just starting to think that nothing was going to happen. But alas, it wasn't to be. Life isn't fun, as Draco had learnt. It was in a Potions class, Hermione's least favourite for sure. She was jotting down notes and answering all the questions on some Potion and Snape was getting annoyed that Draco hadn't answered. Draco was day - dreaming about what he would do when Hermione was his, what she would be like. At one stage, Snape asked anyone else for an answer, and then had to answer it himself. Finally, Snape cracked. He gave Hermione a month of detentions and twenty points off Gryffindor for being too smart. Draco watched as her eyes filled with tears and her bottom lip trembled. Snape had almost called her a freak and he now knew how much Hermione hated that. Her head went to her hands and Draco noticed her hand never went up again for the rest of the lesson. Snape was even more annoyed now because he would have to answer his own questions, Draco still thinking and Hermione not responding. Occasionally Draco thought he saw a tear fall, but couldn't be certain. The bell went and everyone jumped out of their seats and ran, including Harry and Ron, disregarding Hermione completely. Draco walked up to Snape. He had a score to settle. "Uh.Professor Snape?" he asked. "Yes, Draco? Need help on an assignment?" Snape asked kindly. Too kindly, thought Draco. "No. I was wondering what work you were going to give Granger for her detentions?" Draco replied. Snape looked at him, like he had grown six or seven heads. "Oh, cleaning, writing lines. You know, I'm sure." Snape trailed off. "If you don't mind, sir, could I help too? It's just.well.I've done all my homework for quite the foreseeable future and I don't have anything to fill my spare time in. So I wondered if I could help?" Draco asked hastily. Snape cocked an eyebrow but agreed quietly, not daring to believe anything. Draco walked out and met Hermione. "What were you doing?" she asked fiercely. "Just asking if I could do detention with you. That ok?" he smirked. Hermione looked shocked and saw that same look again of.love. She thought it might be that look of love but she wasn't entirely sure. She turned and walked off. But Draco caught up. "Hey! I have a free so do you want to do something?" he simply said. Hermione glanced up at him. She shrugged and they walked into a spare classroom. Hermione sat on a rusty chair and Draco on the dusty desk. They stared at each other, not believing they were here. That was when Hermione burst into tears. They had been constrained for an hour or so, and they flowed freely, pouring down her face. Draco got up and wandered over, wrapping his arms around her neck. She cried for some time, nuzzling Draco's top to wipe her eyes or digging her nails in for stress release. When they semi - stopped, Draco circled Hermione so he was facing her head on. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him close. She sighed in his chest and Draco just stood there, a little shocked to be used for support. He let himself sink slightly, Hermione still attached but him leant in a little. Hermione looked up, her eyes swollen and red. Draco turned. "See you at the Head Girl common room," he muttered. Hermione gazed after him. It seemed to her he already didn't make sense but she needed to sleep, she knew that. As she walked back she immediately thought that she had to admit to her diary what was happening to her. Hermione couldn't comprehend what was going on but thought maybe she had to write it down. When she got back, Draco was reading a book and slumped casually over a chair. Hermione turned away, he was too beautiful. She walked up to her room and looked around for her diary. Finding it, she took a pen, ink well and quill and chewed the end of her quill whilst thinking about what to write.
Dear Diary,
Life is so complicated. I can't even write it.probably because I can't make sense of all the bizarre things. I'll attempt to start at the beginning since I last wrote. Firstly, a new teacher has come to Hogwarts. Her name is Miss Cainbridge and she's a counselor. I told her about my 'Uncle' and I have Dumbledore knowing too. Somehow, Harry and Ron found out about my diary and I've got Head Girl, even though it isn't anywhere in my diary entries or my conversations with Harry or Ron. So they know that I am raped. Ok.well, the other day, Draco was talking to me about the counselors and my problem is out in the open with him. He knows and I don't know if that is good or bad. I feel at the moment that if I was at home, a sharp knife would be at my wrist and probably there would be blood. The only place I can get cutlery is via the Great Hall and I can't smuggle out a knife for my own suicide. Harry also attempted it a few weeks ago. He was I think attempting to be drowned but I saved him. From then, I've been under a Potion to make me love him. But it wore off weeks ago. Harry picked up Ginny and I've been disregarded like a piece of dirty rag. I'm depressed diary. I am really depressed. Maybe I can look up a book with a deadening potion in it. Then I can die and tear out all antidotes. Maybe I just need to go to detention. Yep, detention because I'm too smart. Oh, plus twenty points! Who's the teacher? Do I really need to answer? Anyway, I should get ready for detention and change. Hopefully, I'll write soon.
Hermione closed her diary and put it back in her secret pocket in her trunk. She got out another pair of robes and took off her other ones, sliding the others on. She opened her door and walked straight into Draco, who had been leaning on her door. She collapsed under his weight and a second later realised what this must look like. She tried to shove him off but he was too heavy. She could feel the air running out and he was too heavy to breathe with him on her. She tried to gasp out that she couldn't breathe when Draco bent to kiss her. She lunged at his nose, biting it in her haste. He rolled off, crying and moaning that it hurt. "What'd you do that for, Mudblood?" he yelled. "I couldn't breathe, moron!" she sobbed. She turned over so that her face was buried into the carpet and cried. He had called her Mudblood, the first time in weeks. She thought he had changed and her depression just increased. He realised what he had said and rubbed her back. Brushing her hair aside, he planted his lips on her neck, going up and down. Her crying subsided and she turned her head to look at him. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Draco moved closer, both lying on the floor and his right arm slid over her back. His lips were almost on hers, his warm breath brushing Hermione's lips. He moved another centimetre and their lips met. Hermione breathed deeply and Draco fiddled with her hair. They planted little kisses on each other. Draco remembered how to breathe and pulled away slightly. Hermione opened her eyes, panting at the strangest time of her life. Draco Malfoy, Slytherin, the enemy, had just kissed her. She breathed shakily and exhaled. Draco's arm was still over her back and he pulled Hermione on to his chest. Her hands pushed him away and got up. "Don't come to detention, I don't need you," Hermione muttered angrily. Draco shrugged and Hermione walked to detention. She dreaded Snape but more what he had planned. She considered extra homework, writing lines and cleaning stuff. But what was started was definitely not what she had expected. Not at all. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* A/N: What is it? * Dun dun dun * Review your thoughts and I'll get started on the next chapter. Thanks and bye!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* For the next few weeks, Hermione avoided Draco in every possible way. If they had an assignment together, Hermione would draw a line as to what she was doing, did hers and Draco did his. Draco was now a bit afraid of Hermione because if she broke down then he would know what it was about. She lasted a few more weeks and Draco was just starting to think that nothing was going to happen. But alas, it wasn't to be. Life isn't fun, as Draco had learnt. It was in a Potions class, Hermione's least favourite for sure. She was jotting down notes and answering all the questions on some Potion and Snape was getting annoyed that Draco hadn't answered. Draco was day - dreaming about what he would do when Hermione was his, what she would be like. At one stage, Snape asked anyone else for an answer, and then had to answer it himself. Finally, Snape cracked. He gave Hermione a month of detentions and twenty points off Gryffindor for being too smart. Draco watched as her eyes filled with tears and her bottom lip trembled. Snape had almost called her a freak and he now knew how much Hermione hated that. Her head went to her hands and Draco noticed her hand never went up again for the rest of the lesson. Snape was even more annoyed now because he would have to answer his own questions, Draco still thinking and Hermione not responding. Occasionally Draco thought he saw a tear fall, but couldn't be certain. The bell went and everyone jumped out of their seats and ran, including Harry and Ron, disregarding Hermione completely. Draco walked up to Snape. He had a score to settle. "Uh.Professor Snape?" he asked. "Yes, Draco? Need help on an assignment?" Snape asked kindly. Too kindly, thought Draco. "No. I was wondering what work you were going to give Granger for her detentions?" Draco replied. Snape looked at him, like he had grown six or seven heads. "Oh, cleaning, writing lines. You know, I'm sure." Snape trailed off. "If you don't mind, sir, could I help too? It's just.well.I've done all my homework for quite the foreseeable future and I don't have anything to fill my spare time in. So I wondered if I could help?" Draco asked hastily. Snape cocked an eyebrow but agreed quietly, not daring to believe anything. Draco walked out and met Hermione. "What were you doing?" she asked fiercely. "Just asking if I could do detention with you. That ok?" he smirked. Hermione looked shocked and saw that same look again of.love. She thought it might be that look of love but she wasn't entirely sure. She turned and walked off. But Draco caught up. "Hey! I have a free so do you want to do something?" he simply said. Hermione glanced up at him. She shrugged and they walked into a spare classroom. Hermione sat on a rusty chair and Draco on the dusty desk. They stared at each other, not believing they were here. That was when Hermione burst into tears. They had been constrained for an hour or so, and they flowed freely, pouring down her face. Draco got up and wandered over, wrapping his arms around her neck. She cried for some time, nuzzling Draco's top to wipe her eyes or digging her nails in for stress release. When they semi - stopped, Draco circled Hermione so he was facing her head on. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him close. She sighed in his chest and Draco just stood there, a little shocked to be used for support. He let himself sink slightly, Hermione still attached but him leant in a little. Hermione looked up, her eyes swollen and red. Draco turned. "See you at the Head Girl common room," he muttered. Hermione gazed after him. It seemed to her he already didn't make sense but she needed to sleep, she knew that. As she walked back she immediately thought that she had to admit to her diary what was happening to her. Hermione couldn't comprehend what was going on but thought maybe she had to write it down. When she got back, Draco was reading a book and slumped casually over a chair. Hermione turned away, he was too beautiful. She walked up to her room and looked around for her diary. Finding it, she took a pen, ink well and quill and chewed the end of her quill whilst thinking about what to write.
Dear Diary,
Life is so complicated. I can't even write it.probably because I can't make sense of all the bizarre things. I'll attempt to start at the beginning since I last wrote. Firstly, a new teacher has come to Hogwarts. Her name is Miss Cainbridge and she's a counselor. I told her about my 'Uncle' and I have Dumbledore knowing too. Somehow, Harry and Ron found out about my diary and I've got Head Girl, even though it isn't anywhere in my diary entries or my conversations with Harry or Ron. So they know that I am raped. Ok.well, the other day, Draco was talking to me about the counselors and my problem is out in the open with him. He knows and I don't know if that is good or bad. I feel at the moment that if I was at home, a sharp knife would be at my wrist and probably there would be blood. The only place I can get cutlery is via the Great Hall and I can't smuggle out a knife for my own suicide. Harry also attempted it a few weeks ago. He was I think attempting to be drowned but I saved him. From then, I've been under a Potion to make me love him. But it wore off weeks ago. Harry picked up Ginny and I've been disregarded like a piece of dirty rag. I'm depressed diary. I am really depressed. Maybe I can look up a book with a deadening potion in it. Then I can die and tear out all antidotes. Maybe I just need to go to detention. Yep, detention because I'm too smart. Oh, plus twenty points! Who's the teacher? Do I really need to answer? Anyway, I should get ready for detention and change. Hopefully, I'll write soon.
Hermione closed her diary and put it back in her secret pocket in her trunk. She got out another pair of robes and took off her other ones, sliding the others on. She opened her door and walked straight into Draco, who had been leaning on her door. She collapsed under his weight and a second later realised what this must look like. She tried to shove him off but he was too heavy. She could feel the air running out and he was too heavy to breathe with him on her. She tried to gasp out that she couldn't breathe when Draco bent to kiss her. She lunged at his nose, biting it in her haste. He rolled off, crying and moaning that it hurt. "What'd you do that for, Mudblood?" he yelled. "I couldn't breathe, moron!" she sobbed. She turned over so that her face was buried into the carpet and cried. He had called her Mudblood, the first time in weeks. She thought he had changed and her depression just increased. He realised what he had said and rubbed her back. Brushing her hair aside, he planted his lips on her neck, going up and down. Her crying subsided and she turned her head to look at him. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Draco moved closer, both lying on the floor and his right arm slid over her back. His lips were almost on hers, his warm breath brushing Hermione's lips. He moved another centimetre and their lips met. Hermione breathed deeply and Draco fiddled with her hair. They planted little kisses on each other. Draco remembered how to breathe and pulled away slightly. Hermione opened her eyes, panting at the strangest time of her life. Draco Malfoy, Slytherin, the enemy, had just kissed her. She breathed shakily and exhaled. Draco's arm was still over her back and he pulled Hermione on to his chest. Her hands pushed him away and got up. "Don't come to detention, I don't need you," Hermione muttered angrily. Draco shrugged and Hermione walked to detention. She dreaded Snape but more what he had planned. She considered extra homework, writing lines and cleaning stuff. But what was started was definitely not what she had expected. Not at all. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* A/N: What is it? * Dun dun dun * Review your thoughts and I'll get started on the next chapter. Thanks and bye!