Draco and Hermione: Lust or Love?

..I'm Sorry..

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Draco laid down on his bed. Why had he done that? What was wrong with him? He hit her! And she did nothing but protect him. But that wouldn't happen. He'd seen her kissing Jeff and give her his letter that was sent by his father.

She tried to keep the letter so he would go and what she said would happen would truly happen. But when he wasn't there his father would do what he always has done; beat him.

Last time it was with the whip. That hurt like hell. He was told to be at the Malfoy Manor last just before the end of last year. But he didn't want to go. He knew his father would be there to talk to him about how he would impress the Dark Lord. Draco did not want and would refuse to be a death eater.

When school ended, he had to go home. And there his father was waiting. And then he talked to him with a few blows to the face. And when Draco told him he wouldn't join Voldemort and that he'd rather die, he took out the whip. It was made of leather. It was a nice one but not when it hit your bare back.

He thought about Hermione. She was probably sleeping. He could see her there sleeping peacefully, looking like an angel, with her hair flowing on her pillow.

He got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom. He turned the taps on and washed his face with the cold water poring out of the end of it.

He straitened up and looked at himself in the mirror, the water dripping off his chin. He looked at himself closely. He had a tiny scare on his eyebrow. Again from his father. This one was from his precious ring. The thing wasn't a normal ring. Draco knew that but he would never tell Draco about it. It had some kind of power but that was all Draco knew about it. He looked himself in the eyes. His eyes were a grey sometimes with a little bit of blue. Right now they had a sad look… Hermione… he'd hit her hard. Maybe to hard. He knew how to fight, he knew how hard his punches were but he hit her anyways.

She deserved it, he kept on telling himself. But he knew he was wrong. It was wrong. He should of got it when she was sleeping or out of her room to look for it.

But instead he hit her. He was pissed that she'd been kissing that Jeff freak. He remember her small and delicate hands running up his abs.

"I can't possibly like her," he told himself out loud. "Nope. I don't like Hermione. She'd too bossy, too smart, too annoying and too goddamn hot!" he moaned. It was true; he knew it. God! What was happening to him. Maybe he just needed a girlfriend. Someone to play around with… Pansy. She was always the first girl he'd go to for something like that. She was good looking and knew how to please him.

She never liked him that way, only as a playmate. Never a soul mate. And thank god!

The water was now dripping down his shoulder and down to his chest. He signed and took of his boxers and got into the shower. That will help, he told himself.

So he stood in the shower water poring over his body. After about five minutes, he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his hips and went back to his bedroom. He put on some pyjama pants and walked outside his room.

The next thing he knew he was opening Hermione door, mumbling Alohomora. She was sleeping with her back to him. He stood there looking at her back when she turned around. He hair fell behind her, making her look like an angel. But her eye, oh god, her eye. It was black and blue, puffy and swollen. Oh god, what had he done?

She stirred again and stretched but didn't awake. She turned back around and Draco quietly exited the room.

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Hermione woke up. Her eye was so sore. She got up and went over to the bathroom to check it out. It was black and blue. It was swollen and puffy and when she blinked, it hurt. She went to the shower and got in, letting the water run through her hair and over her body.

She had never seen his eye so cold and horrifying. That scared her so much, but she didn't back down. She would not let him bring her down lower than him. She was no lower then him. You never, ever, hit a girl. What was she going to do about it?

She turned the shower off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around her body. She went to her room and got dressed. There was no point in putting on make-up. She couldn't even touch her other eye. So she left it off and headed down stairs to the common room. Draco wasn't there yet so she set out her books and started the homework assignment that was due in three days. She knew what she had to write about so it was easy.

She was almost done when she heard footsteps on the stairs. She turned her head to see Draco. He started to come down so she put her books in her bag and got up. She swung it over her shoulder.

"Hermione-" But she was already out the door, not wanting to even look at him.

She walked down to the great hall. When she walked in, people eyed at her. The great hall was half full. She seen Harry and Ron down the table talking with Lavender and Pavarti. Lavender laughed at what Ron said.

Ron was so cute. Hermione admired him. He was a great friend and knew things about her that not even Harry knew. His hair had calmed down a bit. He was Gryffindor's house keeper, and a good one at that. He was tall and muscular now, making him popular with the girls. He had always liked the attention. The girls who had thought he was weird and never gave him a chance were now after him. He'd always just look a them when they'd said they were sorry and wanted to go out with him. He would smile at them and then say 'that's nice. But find someone who wants to go out with you. 'Cause I sure don't.' he would always say no. A different way to tell them each time. And they deserved it.

Harry, he too got attention from girls. He was good looking , his hair still messy and eyes still that weird green. He had gone out with Cho a few times but didn't really want her anymore. He found out she was seeing someone else that was in her own house and he left her, making her bawl that she was sorry in the middle of the corridor. She told him she wanted him more than the other guy and Harry told her he didn't want her at all. She sank to the floor bawling, rocking back and forth. He shook his head and left her there. Now his girl friend was a nice, pretty girl that was in Ravenclaw as well. They'd been going out for about a month.

She walked over to them and sat down. The both said hi to her and turned back to Lavender and Pavarti. But Ron's head had snapped right back to look at her.

"Oh, god, Hermione! What the hell happened to you?"

"Nothing," she told him, reaching over him to get a piece of toast.

"Nothing? Then why do you have a nice shiner? That I might add looks new." Ron turned to Harry, wanting him to tell her something.

He just stared at her. She looked in his eyes then down right away. He knew, she told herself. He knew it was Draco.

"When'd he do it?" Harry asked.

"I don't know who you're talking about." Hermione told him, her head still down.

"Yes, you do, Hermione." she seen Ron look over to him then frowned.

"Who was it?" he asked, wanting Hermione or Harry to tell him.

"When I went to bed last night, I fell and hit my eye on the post. That's all." Harry and Ron gave her a look that said 'sure ya did…' "Really."

"Hermione, you can't lie very good. You were never really good at it." Ron told her.

Lavender sat up and looked at Pavarti. "Hermione, can we talk to you?" Ron looked at her. "In privet."

"You can say it right here, so me and Harry will know stuff, too."

Lavender looked at him. They were going out right now. She smiled at him. "Okay. If you want to know that my period has came late this month then fine." she said back down.

"No! Never mind. Go and talk." Hermione had to smile. Ron was so cute when he blushed. "But Hermione, you know you can talk to us, right?"

Hermione smiled at him. "Yes, Ron. I know I can talk to you guys. I'll see you two later." Hermione swung her bag back on her shoulder.

Hermione, Lavender and Pavarti went outside the great hall. Both girls turned around to look at Hermione. "Hermione . . ."

"Yeah, I know. I look like crap."

"Now, we weren't going to say that." Pavarti told her.

Lavender nodded and turned back to Hermione. "We want to tell you that the next time he does this we are going to tell."

"You guys, I told you I did this myself."

Pavarti shook her head. "No, you didn't. My sister on the summer holidays got another boyfriend. But he hit her, Hermione. If you don't tell someone they will do it again. Hermione, it really worries us. We don't want you hurt, Hermione. You're our friend. And you're Ron's and Harry's, too. And their both worried. You can tell by the way they look at you. You have lots of friends here, Hermione. But if someone is hurting you, please don't be afraid to tell one of them-"

"Or us." Lavender added.

"Yes, or us. But please, Hermione we don't want you hurt. You can tell us."

But Hermione wasn't going to tell them.

"There's nothing to tell you guys." Hermione told them. "I'll talked to you guys later." and she turned around to walk away.

"Hey, Hermione!" Draco called after her as she turned away from Lavender and Pavarti. "I want to talk to you."

Hermione turned around. "Well, I don't wanna talk to you."

"I'm sorry about yesterday," he told her. She knew Lavender and Pavarti had heard this.

"No, you aren't. I thought of you differently, Draco. But I was wrong. You are no different from your father. You can say what you want but I don't care, Draco. I just don't care." and Hermione sadly turned away.

She walked down the corridor. The first class would be starting soon. They knew. Hermione knew that. They all knew she didn't fall and hit the bed post, she was hit by a fist. They knew, they'd all know.

'Why would he be sorry? He wasn't sorry yesterday. Maybe he didn't mean to hit me that hard.' But what's done is done. And you can't take it back.

She was about to turn the corner when someone grabbed her from behind. The pushed her up against the wall and kissed her, hard, trying to prove something.

Hermione knew it was a guy he was really tall and muscular. He pined her arms back against the wall. He leaned back but not enough that she could see his face. He was still in the shadows so she had no clue who he was. He kissed her once more, passionately this time. Then moved his mouth close to her ear.

"I'm sorry." the voice whispered. Draco's voice.

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Hey there! Please review after the chapter's you read. I don't know what to do with Jeff in this story. Thanks for reading!

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