Disclaimer- I don't own anything but the plot! So sad…although the plots good. But I want Malfoy! Damn this law thing! Lol.
A/N another brilliant chapter complete! Your reviews this time made me start writing this chapter the day after I posted. That's so good. You all inspire me and I have been coming up with great ideas for Malfoy's payback…all I say is that its gonna hurt! Poor Hermione! Oh well…thanks to all my reviewers. I love you all so much. You are all my angels. I really didn't expect my first eva fanfic to go this well! Thanx to you, I have written a kick arse one!
-rizahawkeye- Draco will get back at Hermione in true Draco Malfoy fashion. It's gonna be heart wrenching!
-KayeRyoko- I'm glad you liked it. I loved writing the ending. His words were so cold, that when I wrote his last speech I was almost crying! Can you imagine someone saying something like that to you? It hurt her bad.
-The Future Mrs. Thomas Andrew Felton- Have to agree with you there. Lol.
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Ok, better get on with it…enjoy. And please R&R…I love to hear form you…even silent readers.
Chapter nine: Realisations
Hermione was so hurt. She just couldn't get her head around his words.
…'You, are nothing but mudblood trash. You think you know everything. You think you are all high and mighty. You think your better than everyone else. But you are not. Its time people stared to see the trash that walks in front of them. Me personally…I don't even know why I touched you'…
Hermione was walking down the dungeon hall, passing empty classrooms as she went. Her tears were silent. Falling down her face, staining it with the pain that was felt. She couldn't handle it anymore. She ran into an empty classroom and slammed the door behind her. She turned her back against the door and began to cry uncontrollably, letting it all out. She slid down the door and put her head into her legs.
His voice and those words digging deeper and deeper into her. How could someone who looked almost like an angel say something so horrible, so cold that it would stay with you forever? Draco Malfoy was no angel, if anything a fallen angel.
She cried and cried in that room until there were no more tears left. She felt weak. She didn't have the strength to get up. So she sat there, staring into oblivion running the events that had taken place between her and the fallen angel.
She did feel slightly bad though. Although he had said this to her, she felt bad for breaking his nose. He did deserve it after all, but she had a conscience and couldn't handle hurting anyone.
She pushed this aside though when the past six years taunting, teasing, mockery, embarrassment came flooding through her head. If anything, it only made her hate him more. She hated him to the point where it brought new meaning to the word.
But why do I care at all about him, yet hate him so much? She asked herself. She couldn't fathom why he affected her so bad. Why he was her every waking thought. Why even the sight of him made her stomach do flips. Then it hit her. She was falling for him! She hated him so much that she was trying to cover her true feelings.
She couldn't! No way! Not after what he had said to her. But still, she craved to want him. These thoughts ran through her brain and only made her more confused. She hated herself for even having a feeling towards him. She had to stop.
Malfoy entered the great hall that night for dinner, after being healed by Madam Pomfrey.
On the inside he was so angry he could punch a hole through the wall. But he walked to his table like nothing was bothering him. He smirked at his friends and sat down to eat.
He looked around the hall looking for Hermione; he was going to have his payback tonight. She wasn't there.
Hermione didn't turn up for dinner at all. Malfoy was distracted by this all during dinner.
'Draco, are you alright mate? You barely touched your food' came Blaise's voice. Malfoy tore his eyes away from the Gryffindor table.
'Huh? Oh… um… yea…not that hungry' he lied.
'Drakie!' Malfoy winced at the name, as Pansy ran up to him and sat on his lap.
'Baby, I missed you' she said lightly kissing his neck. Malfoy was too distracted to reply.
Thoughts of what his plan is were formulating. Then he looked at Pansy, a smirk spread across his face.
Hermione had been circling the castle all through dinner lost in her thoughts.
It was now an hour until curfew, so she decided to head to her common room.
She walked up to the portrait and stopped dead. She began to panic. How was she going to face him? Was she going to talk to him, say sorry for breaking his nose? Have another fight and hurt him even more? She didn't no. She was visibly shaking as she said the password and entered. Holding her breath as she walked into the common room, she let out a sigh of relief that he wasn't there. Maybe he is in his room? Before she knew it, she was standing right in front of his door. She lifted her hand to knock but stopped. She needed to see him, to talk to him. But what to say? At this point she really didn't care.
There was no noise coming from the room so she thought that he was sleeping or taking a bath.
She nocked on the door but no answer. She decided to go in anyway. She slowly opened the door. Her heart felt that it had literally been ripped from its place. There on his bed was Malfoy, with Pansy straddling him, moving up and down. She was in so much shock that all noise or anything had been muted. Then Pansy let out a loud moan and it flooded her ears. For Malfoy had put a silencing charm on the room. He knew that she would want to talk to him, so he wanted her to catch him in the act.
Hermione stood there in shock, staring at his hands roaming her body as she moved. Tears streamed down her face. The feeling she felt was indescribable. Then Malfoy moved his head and saw her standing there. He saw her face, he felt nothing. He simply smirked at her and pulled Pansy down for a full on, passionate kiss.
This tore Hermione up even more. She had seen enough. It had felt as though everything was in slow motion. She gathered her strength and stepped out of the room, slamming the door shut. Crying uncontrollably as she ran to her room, lay on her bed and cried her self to sleep.
Visions of Malfoy and Pansy staining her mind. She felt as though he had ripped her heart out and ran over it with a steamroller over and over.
She cried and cried during the night. She had got no sleep what so ever.
She woke up the next day, her eyes red and puffy. This had hurt her bad, almost as bad as his words.
She got up and took a shower. She felt terrible. She went over and brushed her teeth as Malfoy entered the bathroom. Hermione was too hurt to even acknowledge he was standing right next to her with a smirk.
'Enjoy the show last night mudblood?' he asked.
He was being beyond cruel. Hermione just rinsed her toothbrush out and turned to him. She looked into his eyes. He saw the hurt, the pain she felt. But he didn't show on the outside. However, on the inside he felt the tiniest bit sad for what he had done.
She just looked at him, then turned and walked into her room with not one word said.
Malfoy stood rooted to the spot. Staring at her door. What have I done? He asked himself. He couldn't help but feel hurt and ashamed of what he had done to her. He had gone overboard and he knew it. But usually, it would not affect him like this. Usually, he would enjoy doing this to the mudblood, but he felt pain. Then, it hit him like a brick in the back of the head…he was falling for her, and hard.
Hermione sat on her bed staring at the door. Then it clicked. If he wants to play games like this. Then fine! I'll get him back, that stupid, ferret, good for nothing loser! She screamed in her head. She built up the courage and stalked to her closet and slammed it open. Hurt and pain had been replaced with anger and ambition. She was going to hurt him, just like he hurt her. She didn't care anymore.
She entered the great hall for breakfast. As she walked past the rows of tables towards her own, she got many stares and whispers. She walked over to the table and sat next to Harry. Ron, who was sitting across from her simply gaped at her.
'Wow Mione…' was all he could say. Harry looked up from his food and his mouth dropped.
'Hermione…wow' Hermione had walked into the great hall with an ambition. She smiled sweetly at them.
She wanted to hurt Malfoy back.
She had come in wearing a small denim mini and a low cut black tank top, knee high black boots with half-heal. She had done her hair in loose curls down her back, and put on make up to let her features shine. In every guy's eyes, Hermione was all woman. They were all practically drooling. She wanted this effect.
She looked over at Malfoy who had dropped his fork on seeing her enter and was almost gaping in shock.
'Damn!' came Blaise's voice 'is that Granger? Whoa! Can I be head boy? I'd do her in a second if I lived with her'.
Malfoy snapped his head towards Balise. Blaise however did not notice Malfoy sending him looks that could kill. He was too busy staring.
Hermione chuckled slightly and turned back to Harry, who was still gaping.
'Thanks guys' she smiled at Harry 'Harry?' she asked innocently. Harry tore his eyes away from her body and looked into her eyes.
'Can I ask you something?' she turned to face him.
'Yeah!'
'Well, I was wondering if…' she moved her eyes only and saw the look on Malfoy's face. It was one of anger, jealousy and hurt. '…If I could…' one more look at Malfoy and she snapped her eyes back at Harry. She grabbed his shirt roughly and smashed her lips onto his. She ran her tongue along his bottom lip and was granted entrance. The kiss was passionate. But for her, she did not feel the same heat she felt with Malfoy. She put her hands on the back of Harry's head and pulled him in only to deepen the kiss.
While kissing him, she opened her eyes and looked over at Malfoy whose face was crushed and angry.
He watched her kiss him. His heart sank into his stomach. His anger and hurt rising. He couldn't take it. He got up out of his seat and stalked out of the hall.
'Whoa mate! Check out Granger going at it with Potter. She's basically snogging him to death. Huh mate? Draco?' he turned to find no one sitting in the seat next to him. He was confused for a second and then realised. He looked at Malfoy walking out the hall and the look on his face, then back to Hermione frantically kissing Harry. It clicked.
'Oh, no!' he whispered and ran out the hall to chase after Malfoy.
Malfoy was half way to his common room. He was so hurt and angry. He turned and punched his fist into the stone wall. 'Shit!' he screamed. He had broken his finger. He tuned his back against the wall. He saw the shadow of someone standing in font of him. He looked up.
'How long?' asked Blaise. He was not angry, but slightly annoyed that his best friend would keep a secret like that.
Malfoy looked at him, slightly confused.
'What are you talking about?' he looked back at his broken finger.
'You no what I'm talking about Draco. Granger' with her name, he snapped his head up and looked at him straight in the eyes.
Blaise didn't need an answer. He knew.
'How long?' he asked again
'Look Blaise, I dunno what you're talking about. So can you just leave me alone' he tuned to walk away but was stopped by Blaise's hand grabbing his cloak.
'Don't lie to me. I know something is up. I saw you walk out of here with that look on your face, when Granger kissed Potter. How long?' Malfoy stood rooted to the spot. His mind reeling. Blaise knew about it. He began to panic.
'Blaise, there's nothing, ok. So just leave it'
'No I wont. Something is going on. You can't hide something like this from me. So just tell me!'
'There is nothing to tell!' he snapped. Balise looked at him.
'There is something. When did it happen?' he asked slightly concerned
'I…It…It happened the other day' he said looking at the ground. Blaise observed his friend.
'Ah, huh. You know what's ironic? You have been giving shit to that girl the whole time that we have been at Hogwarts and now, and now you are falling in love with her'
These words pierced Draco like a stake to the heart. Love? Love Hermione Granger? Impossible.
'Love? Don't be stupid! There is no love' he looked at Blaise getting quite annoyed now.
'Oh, yes it is. I saw that look on your face. If my guess is correct. She was getting back at you for something?' Malfoy simply nodded. He was hurt and angry and just wanted to forget.
'Look, Blaise. I really want this to stay between us. That fact that I even have feelings for a mudblood would get me killed'
'Ok. That's fine. But tell me…you haven't slept with her have you?' Balsie did not expect an answer. He just thought that maybe they had only shared a kiss, because although Malfoy slept with many girls, he would never even think he would sleep with a mudblood.
'Twice' he said in a low voice. Blaise's eyes widened in alarm. He WAS falling in love with her.
'Mate…wow…come on, I'll get the fire whiskey' and with that, they headed first to Madam Pomfrey to heal Malfoy's finger, and then down to the dungeons to drink away Malfoy's troubles.
A/N this chapter, as I wrote it, was so intense. There is no other word to describe it. The fact that she was hurt was predictable. But I don't think that Malfoy falling in love with her was. I wanted to twist it up. The fact that they hate each other is because in actual fact, they have feelings for one another but didn't want to believe it or even think it.
This is where it becomes more confusing. Malfoy is falling in love with her, she has deep feelings for him, Blasie knows and the cruncher…she kissed Harry! Oh dear...what's going to happen next?
Please R&R and tell me if you liked this chapter. Also I want to no, if you guys like the long chapters? Me personally, I love them…I hate reading a chapter that only took two pages on word…mine takes six! Ok…I'll have chapter 10 up soon…bye.