a/n My thanks go out to myboydraco06, who had reviewed my story every time that I update it! I hope you enjoy this chapter everyone.
Hermione was late to breakfast the next day, tiredness washed over her and she slunk down into her chair. Rest had not come easy to her last night, thoughts of Draco pursued her every thought and it was wearing her out. How was she supposed to know what he was thinking, or why he acted the way he did? That was an easy question, she wasn't supposed to know, but she hated not knowing all the same. Why? Why me? He seemed to like torturing, and his rapid change in moods didn't help at all. Half the time he would ignore her and the other half… Well Hermione didn't feel like finishing that thought.
When she finally got to breakfast Ron and Harry weren't in the best of moods. They hadn't exactly made up, but they weren't shouting at each other. Hermione would never totally forgive them, and one thing was for sure they would never be as close as they use to. Ron looked a bit pale and Harry looked a bit angry, she shrugged it didn't matter what they were shook up about. Her eyes immediately went to the Slytherin table to scan for Draco. She shook her head, what was she thinking? Hermione sat down and began eating fast; she wanted to get out of here as fast as possible. She saw Michael and smiled at him. He just stared at her; he was a transfer student from some wizarding school, but wouldn't talk about it. She went back to her food.
Draco felt eyes boring into his head and looked up to see Potter and Weasley staring at him angrily. He didn't know what he did to get them angry and was about to start on his food again when a movement at the door got his attention. Hermione stepped into the hall. She obviously didn't notice him watching her, but something inside him wanted her to see him. No, that was crazy. Remember the plan. He told himself, stay away from her at all costs. He was glad that the little voice didn't put in a comment; Draco had had enough of him. Draco watched as Hermione went to sit down, her gaze landed on the Slytherin table and moved up it. He felt something in the pit of his stomach and willed it silently to be him that she was looking for, but before her gaze got to him she shook her head and looked away. It is a good thing that she looked away. He told himself forcibly, other wise you would have looked into her eyes and… Then you wouldn't be able to finish the plan. He shook Hermione out of his head and turned to his food, he had to get out of here.
Hermione got up and left, not even saying good bye to an angry Ginny. She went to the one place where she knew she could be left alone, the library. Quickly she buried herself into one of her books, glad that they had been given the day off for time to "settle in" as Dumbledore put it. She was so absorbed in her book that she didn't notice someone come in and head over to the corner where she always hid.
Draco decided to go to the library, not that he always went there. He just thought that it would be a good place to stay and think for a bit. The library greeted him with a warm welcoming feeling, sort of like home, or what he supposed home felt like. He didn't know what a real home was. Grabbing an interesting looking book off the shelf he headed to his corner, the corner he had adopted as his thinking corner. There was only one problem; his corner was filled by the one person he had been trying to avoid. Hermione looked so at peace with herself, lately he noticed that she had been looking a little stressed. No, you haven't been noticing anything about her! He said to himself. This was not happening this couldn't happen. Draco looked down at the title of the book he was holding. Silver letters spiraled across the page that read Book of Feelings in letters underneath it read: how to brew potions to make you or a friend feel something. Anger, hate, like, jealousy, laughter, sadness, love and so much more. Draco looked at the cover in distaste, the word love echoed through his mind. No he wasn't in love with Hermione, he wasn't. How could he be in love with her?
While Draco was having his inner fight, and loosing terribly might I add Hermione realized that something was wrong. She looked up over the top of her book and saw Draco. What is he doing here? She asked herself, she looked more closely at him. He seemed to be deep in thought, his face showed obvious signs of distress. Hermione got up and went over to him. She was right next to him and he still didn't notice her.
"Malfoy are you alright?" She asked, he didn't answer. Hermione knew that he must be really lost in his thoughts. "Malfoy, answer me. Are you alright?" She was getting angry, why wouldn't he answer her? "Malfoy? Malfoy? Malfoy!" She practically shouted. "Malfoy! Malfoy! DRACO!" She shouted out the last bit, his name flying from her lips without her realizing it.
Draco looked up at hearing his own name and saw Hermione standing right next to him. She looked a bit worried, worried about me? He thought, and then shook his head. No, not about him, it had to me something else.
"Is something wrong Malfoy?" Hermione asked him. Draco avoided her eyes at all costs; he had to have his plans succeed. For her sake as well as his.
"Nothing, just leave me alone." He answered and turned away, but was stopped by Hermione's arm.
"Something is wrong, and I won't leave you alone until you tell me." She looked determined.
"WHY DON'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?" Draco knew he shouldn't have yelled at her, it wasn't her fault that she cared. Or that she was attractive, or that he loved her. Because in that moment he realized what it was that he felt, love, and he hated it because it made him feel so powerless. It made him feel weak and insignificant and also sadness. Sadness because he knew that there was no way that Hermione felt the same way. He had to distance himself from her at all costs, he couldn't be so close to her knowing how he felt, and that she didn't feel the same. Hermione bite her lip to hold back her tears, run away! He silently egged her on, but she stayed.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong." She said firmly, her voice shaking only slightly. Hermione stared at him, why was he being so mean? So heartless? Why wouldn't he let her help? Why did she even want to help?
Draco turned to her, knowing that if she stayed for a moment longer that he would snap. His will wasn't strong enough to hold back his want. She stood there still as a statue staring at him and he snapped. He pulled her to him in a rush and gently pressed his lips to hers.
Hermione was confused, one moment she was next to Draco talking to him, or rather her talking to him and him just staying silent. The next moment she was wrapped in his arms with his lips pressed to hers. After the general shock wore off Hermione kissed him back, not meaning too. She had no control over what she was doing. He deepened the kiss and filled it with want. They fell back against the wall and to Hermione it felt right. She loved the feeling of his body pressed against his. His kiss become hungrier, more demanding. She kissed him back with equal hunger.
Draco was in a daze, something that Hermione seemed to put him in. All he knew was that he wanted her; he didn't want to pull away for fear of what would happen afterwards. He kissed her with more passion and he heard her moan softly into his mouth. Greedily he deepened the kiss. His hands ran up and down her back, sometimes running down her legs.
"Hermione," Draco said in a small voice breaking off the kiss. She looked up at him, and he could see the love in her eyes. "I…" She put a finger to his mouth and smiled, and then kissed him again.
The kiss seemed like forever, but it wasn't, the little voice in the back of his head woke up. No, no, no, no, no! Get away from her! He fought it as hard as he could, but finally he failed and pushed himself away from Hermione breaking the kiss. She looked at him dazed and confused. Words left his mouth, but it wasn't him saying them.
"You still owe me for helping you hide from Potter and Weasley." The voice was his, but they weren't his words. "You have to stay away from me." The last words hung in the air and Hermione stared at him shocked. Silent tears ran down her face and she pushed past him. Draco cried out in anguish and was buried beneath the wave of emotions that over took him. He didn't say those words, something else did. Something inside of him. The next day he would feel nothing at all except for pain in his chest of his heart braking.
Hermione cried and tears ran down her face. How could she have let him do that to her? How could for a moment she have been tricked into thinking that he had changed? That he had loved her? And she had believed for a second that she… How could she be in love with him? She ran into someone's arms and started to cry. She was barely aware of someone patting her on the back warmly and a male voice whispering that it would be all right in her ear.
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