Forever Yours
Chapter Two
So, here I am, taking in all those hateful and harming words. I know I deserve them, and when other people say it, I don't care, but when he said it, I can't help, but feel my heart falling. When every I think about him, I see immediately the hate in his eyes as I told him. I know I deserved the hate, and I want to feel the pain, for Draco, to know what he is feeling. Pain. Yes, his pain I want to feel. But they pain I feel is worst when I think about it. I lost my lover, my friends, my parents, and the father of my child. the only thing good that came out of all of this was my unborn child, my baby, who, even though I didn't know, was my reason for not dying right there in the Potion Classroom.
I always got paired with Draco Malfoy. I think Snape thinks its funny, me being tortured. He never keeps the same people together as partners every week, but now, with me and Draco, he did. I hated him for it. Didn't he torture me enough when I was best friends with Harry? Why does he have to torture me more? I don't know for sure, but I really think that he gets a great pleasure in hurting people, especially me.
I know he makes everyone want to cry, but he has always seemed more harder on Harry, Ron and me. I don't even know how he found out, that I was pregnant and that Draco and I weren't together, probably the same way everyone else did; Pansy Parkinson, the cow.
I hate her. She was the one that ruined everything. I'm not even sure how she found out, though, frankly, I don't care. I lost him because of it, and for that I want to kill Parkinson, and I'm pretty sure that if given the chance, I would. She was the one that started most of the name-calling. She started to make up words and would, every time she saw me or she was with her friends, she would call me one of those awful names, or even two of them. I would just walk right by here, and act like I didn't care. But I did. I cared about every hateful word she through my way, but I hated her more than her words.
But she gets enough time in the spotlight, so I'm going to stop thinking about her. I much rather be thinking about the nights me and Draco spent with each other.
flashback
"What is this your reading?" Draco asked, snatching her book out of her hands. "Hey!" Hermione yelled at him, "I was reading that!" Draco smirked as he stared at her book. 'but I loved with a love that was more than a love,' he quoted in a high-pitched voice. "Granger, what is this bogus?" Draco asked her, starring at her. Hermione grabbed the book from his hands, "Its a book, my book, by the way." She told him in a bossy voice.
Draco's eyebrows raised. "A book?" Draco asked, amused. Hermione nodded. "About love?" He asked her, leaning over the couch she was sitting on. Hermione nodded once more. "Well, Granger, what are you doing reading a book like that? A book by some loony that 'loves' someone." Draco asked, knowing that she would get mad at him.
But he didn't understand. Why would Granger be reading books about love? Draco didn't even know there were love stories. "This man happens to be incredible, unlike some." Hermione said, starring at him, her eyes deadly. "Sure," Malfoy said, sarcastically. "And the stories I read happen to be the most fantastic stories in the world." Hermione said, her eyes turning back to her book.
"Ok, sure. I'll bet all the people in the world read the gibberish you're reading right now. Who in the right mind, would write or read about love?" Draco chuckled. Hermione closed her book, quickly. "I'm sorry Malfoy that you cannot understand love or its stories, but I do! Now, please let me finish reading it." Hermione looked down at her book again, and started to read again.
Draco walked around the couch and sat next to Hermione. "Fine, Granger. I'll let you read, but only if you read aloud so I can hear." Draco said, folding his arms across his muscular chest and smirking his famous smirk. Hermione sighed. "If I read, do you promise to leave me alone?" Hermione asked, looking up at him.
Draco, with the smirk off his face, nodded. Hermione sighed again and looked down to the book and said, "I'll start from the beginning." She read, "I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough..."
Draco paid close attention to the words that came out oh Hermione's mouth, while watching the dying fire in the fireplace, which was perfect for the flow of the story. "The End." Hermione said, closing her book shut. She had tears in her eyes and the light from the fire was sparkling in them. Draco realized, Hermione had never look more beautiful. In fact she had always looked beautiful, but now, with tears in her eyes, she looked like one of those women that are seen only in paintings.
Draco was crying in his heart, though the crying did not show. That was the only book he had ever liked. He didn't think that it was just the two people that the book told about, but about the emotions and moods of everything and everyone. That was his favorite story, and it was a love story.
"Ok," Hermione said through a sniffle, "you promised to leave me alone." Hermione looked to him. And Draco, always keeping his promise, nodded and walked off to his room. Hermione watched his back as he walked. Once she heard his door shut, she opened her Transfiguration book and started her reading.
Hermione always read ahead, even if it was a year ahead. She loved to know what she doesn't need to know. It makes her feel smart, despite the fact that she already is. She is one of those overachiever people, and even though she doesn't like people calling her 'book worm' she loves getting everything right.
Hermione fell asleep on the couch a few minutes after Draco went to his room, with the book on her stomach. Draco came down the stairs from his room. He saw Hermione. He had thought she would be asleep in her room, that's the only reason why he came downstairs with only boxers. 'Oh, well.' He thought. He walked over to Hermione and lifted the book off of her and put it on the floor. He covered her with the winter blanket that was next to the couch, on the chair. Hermione immediately went into a deep sleep. She was laying on her back, with her right hand raised above her head, left hand was on her stomach, though, not visible, and her lips were parted slightly.
Draco was amused by her position, and in his head he was laughing, but the laughing stopped when he remembered the story she read. Noah wouldn't have though of Allie like that. 'But it doesn't matter.' Draco kept telling himself, 'Its not like Granger and I are in love like them two.' Draco started walking up the steps, after he took the book Hermione had read to him. He was nearly at his door when a small voice said, 'It doesn't mean you can't be' Draco wasn't sure who the voice was, but deep down he knew it was his.
flashback
A/N: I hope the flashback wasn't confusing at all. This was before Draco and Hermione really started to like each other, but one of the things that made them like one another. You'll see what I mean. Please review!
