Not So Pure
Summary: Draco Malfoy is sixteen and has a secret, one that could destroy him and everything he stands for. But when his secret gets out he finds that some things don't matter with one person's help.
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Chapter 2 Thinking, Revenge, & Truth
Draco couldn't make himself go back to the Slytherin common room after what Pansy had said. Instead he walked to a remote part of the school and climbed out a window onto the roof to hide from the school. He had being doing so well keeping his secret until he made the fatal mistake to put that paper in his school bag rather than in his trunk where no one would find it.
"Dammit!" Draco said as he lay down and looked up at the sky. It was a pale blue with strecks of white clouds almost faded into the blue. The sun was preparing to set in front of Draco and it was a perfent picture.
Draco knew that he couldn't deny it any more. He couldn't taunt others now for being what he was. He would be shunned by every one because he had never made real friends who would accept him no matter what. Why did he have to pretend he was pureblood for the last five years here? The answer was simple, of course, it was because of his last name. All Malfoys are pureblood which ment he had to lie to every one from the beginning. Draco just wished he could tell everyone the rumors that would spread were a lie and how could he, Draco Malfoy, possible be a mudblood because all Malfoys were purebloods.
He turned onto his side so that he wouldn't have to look at the sky so perfect. Draco wanted to kill Pansy in cold blood but he couldn't be like his father so he would just have to dig up dirt on her, but what. The condoms she never used were not that important but he should still write that letter to her mom just so she could get a howler.
He open his bag and pulled out a piece of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink. He dipped the quill and scribbled a note on the paper.
Dear Ms. Pankinson,
I feel the need for you to know that your daughter has disregared the condoms you sent in hope to get pregnant by her boyfriend. I just thought that you needed to know.
A friend of Pansy's
Draco would send the letter on his way back to Slytherin dorms in the dungeon. He put the quill and ink back in his bag before he made sure the note was safely in his pocket. He climbed back in the window and head toward the owlery. It was still dinner time so no one would be in the owlery which ment he was free for now.
He walked down to the end of the corridor and up the stairs to the owlery. Draco open the door to see that it was not empty in the owlery. A girl was finishing writing a letter and giving it to school barn owl. It was bushy haired, Hermione Granger. Draco walked in without saying a word and walked to the other side of the room. He gave the note to one of the school owls and watched it fly out the nearest window followed by the owl Granger was using.
Draco turned to leave but saw Hermione looking at him funny. "What?" he asked not caring right now enough to try and keep his image up.
"Ie it true?" Hermione asked looking confused.
"What?" Draco repeated fearing that the truth had already wide spread.
"That your adopted and muggle born?" Hermione asked looking as pefect as always but this was not the time for Draco to be having those thoughts.
"What if I am?" Draco asked knowing that he couldn't deny the truth, not to his love. He would tell her the truth even if it killed him.
"Then why did you make fun of me all this time? Calling me a mudblood if you were one." Hermione said her voice sounded hurt.
Draco cast his eyes down to the floor. This was the truth he wanted to aviod. "ilikyou." Draco said queitly.
"What?" Hermione asked having not heard what he said.
"I like you! I always have since the first time I set my eyes on your beautiful face. I teased and tuanted you to find my feelings and to keep up my pureblood image but that doesn't matter now. Everyone knows by now that I a mudblood." Draco said looking back up at Hermione.
"Your not a mudblood. No matter how mean you are. No one deserves to be called that." Hermione said kindly.
"How can you say that after all those times I hurt you!" Draco screamed causing the owls to all take flight.
"Becuase I... I like you." Hermione said quietly.
"What?" Draco asked not sure he had heard her right.
"I like you and have since I first saw you but I thought that you hated me." Hermione said.
'This day has been a mess and really confusing.' Draco thought to himself.
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