Disclaimer: I own nothing! But I do want to own Draco...lol.
Author's Note: I'm so sorry about the previous chapter! I uploaded the sixth chapter AGAIN because strangely enough...it was labeled as the seventh chapter. It's fixed now though. I'm happy. Oh, and browny points to whoever can tell me in their review where the middle of the chapter was inspired from. lol. Did I mention I was a little hyper? That means that some of this chapter may not make sense...lol.
Chapter Eight: You're Insane!
Somehow everyone in school found out what happened on Halloween night. Well, sorta. Somehow the story went from Draco pushing me off the edge as a prank to me and Draco performing a delusting spell that went wrong or something. If they only knew...How do they know? Geez...
When Draco and I were alone, we started acting a bit more civilized. We did have the occasional one or five fights a day, but what two room mates wouldn't? Harry and I were getting along great and practically spent every minute together. I felt very bad for Ron because now he feels like the third wheel...
Anyway, the next Saturday rolled around and it was the first Quidditch game of the season. Harry and his team had been practicing their butts off and Ron was still inventing new moves to block the Quaffle from getting in the goals. He *was* really good. I had attended their practice the day before the game so I should know.
But the day of the game, everyone was hyped. The morning went by soo fast because everyone was looking forward to the game. Harry and Ron, along with the rest of the team, left me at the Gryffindor table to get a nice long pep talk in before the game.
After a few moments, I headed to the Quidditch Pitch. For some odd reason, the halls were clear. I figured that everyone was just so anxious to get to the game that they didn't have to time to walk as slow as me.
I was thinking random thoughts when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bathrooms. It took me a second to realize I was in the *boy's* bathrooms! I turned around to see my 'kidnapper' and it was none other than Malfoy. He was dressed in his Quidditch uniform and even had his broom leaning against the wall.
"What are you doing? Why aren't you getting ready for the game?" I asked him.
"I had to see you!" he told me. "You're my good luck charm."
"What? Since when have I been your good luck charm?" I asked.
"Since...since your the only one who ever listens to me."
What? Where'd that come from?
"Malfoy, you have people listen to you. You're like..the Slytherin King." I insisted.
"No...those are just groupies. You actually listen to what I have to say and aren't just staring at my slim, but muscular physique and striking good looks." he said with a grin.
"You only looked good when you'r hair is messed up." I said. Then I quickly messed up his hair with my hands. "All that nancy boy hair gel was getting annoying. Now you have the surfer boy look going on."
Draco had no sarcastic comeback. He just looked into my plain brown eyes with his intense grey ones. He looked serious.
"I'm serious, Hermione...Hermione, Hermione, HERMIONE!" he yelled quickly as he threw his hands in the air. My name echoed throughout the bathroom. "See, I never used to call you by your first name! Now, all of a sudden I do? Hermione..." he said softly as he took my hands. By this time I was kinda getting sick of my name. "I think you've changed me."
"What?" I blurted out. "How could I possibly change you?" I asked.
"How? Because when I saw that you were hurt-hurt by *me*...on an accident, I couldn't take it. I think my stone hard heart starting beating again because it was when I thought I could have killed you...I felt something. I don't know what it was...feelings perhaps?"
"Malfoy, you're rambling. All you did was smack me across the face. There was no permanent damage done. I think the only damage that was done was to you. Did you hit your head too because-"
"Hermione, don't you get it?!" he interrupted me...again. "I think," he began, "I think I'm in love with y-"
"Stop! Don't say it." I commanded.
Draco's expression changed. It went from being sincere to that little smirk he does.
"You can't deny it, there's something between us." he said as he moved closer to me.
"Yeah, loathing. Disgust...Well, up until about a week ago; but we can go back there if we hav-"
"No..." he intervened(^_^), "Heat. Desire..." he said, now only about a foot away from me. I was continuing to back up until I ran into the, you guessed it, wall.
"Malfoy..." I said weakly.
"Something's happening to me. I can't stop thinking about you. And if that means turning my back on the whole evil-"
"Malfoy, STOP!" I yelled. "I'm with Harry-And you said that the spell worked!" I said to him. Well he did say it did...
"I thought it did; but you know what I've come to realize? You never even had to do the bleeding spell! Our feelings-they're real. Plus I found the glowing birds and whacked them with a beater's bat--"
"You WHAT? You killed the crows!" I exclaimed. "Malfoy, how could you?"
"Because I wanted those feelings back, Hermione. I wanted to love you again-"
"Stop saying that! You don't love me. You never loved me. I don't even know why we are having this conversation!"
"Because I can't stop thinking about you! I've tried hating you, I've tried being you're friend; but you know what? None of it's worked. We cannot be enemies or friends, Granger. We are meant to be together as lov-"
SMACK! I slapped him again. Whether I was trying to knock some since into him or just showing him how I felt, go figure.
"*WE* aren't meant to be together at all. I don't know what I ever saw in you, but whatever it is, it's over!"
I attempted to walk out, but Malfoy stopped me. He whirled me around and began to kiss me again. It took a few moments it took for me to register it, then I pushed him away.
"You're insane!" I told him. He grabbed my wrists and brought me closer to him.
"People do crazy things when they're in love, Hermione." he said.
I didn't know what to do. I thought about crying, but then decided against it because this was not the time or place. Was Malfoy really in love with me? If so, why? And why was he telling me this before his Quidditch game?
"I'm sorry, Malfoy, but I could never love you." I told him as I looked away from his cold grey eyes.
"I thought you'd say that."
He grinned and then began kissing me again. He had my wrists pinned to my side, I couldn't do anything. But he didn't have my knees pinned so I did the ole fashion kick to the groin. He did't even fall over and my knee hurt bad.
"I thought you'd do try that too." he said for the brief moment he quit kissing me. Then he knocked on his..um..crouch and it made a faint 'DING'ing noise. He had on a metal cup. Eww. How was he going to ride a broom in that?
"You're a pig-slash-monkey!" I said in my brief moment where I could breathe.
He stopped. And then backed away.
"I have a Quidditch game to attend, Miss." he said as he walked to the door.
"Yeah, well I hope you lose!" I called. Boy, was that a little immature.
Draco smirked and disappeared, leaving me utterly confused and...scared. If Draco really was in love with me, he'd do anything to be with me, wouldn't he? That meant he would try to hurt the people standing between him and me.
"Harry." I said lowly. He was going to try to hurt Harry!
I ran out the door and down to the Pitch. The game had just begun.
*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!
I took a seat all by my self in the very back of the stands. I got my wand out in case I had to help Harry. Me help Harry? That was knew. Usually he's the one who's saving me.
A few minutes went by and Malfoy didn't try anything, but I didn't let my guard down. Then it happened, the snitch was buzzing around me. Yes, ME. And both Seeker's noticed. They hurled in my direction and I scooted over. Not to a second to soon either. When the boys got close, enough, the snitch flew off again and they both ran into the back of the stands. They laid crumpled up in a heap. I would have thought they were knocked out, but then I heard muttering. Yup, they were alive. They both got back on their brooms, unphased, and headed back onto the field. It was very strange now that I think about it. Neither of them looked at me once and neither of them threw snide remarks at one another either.
A few more minutes went by, still neither Harry or Draco caught the snitch. Ron, however, blocked six Quaffles and our team was up by eighty points. Then it happened again, the Snitch came buzzing around me again. I had only ducked seconds before Harry came zooming for it. And he caught it! The whole section roared with cheers! Gryffindor had won! But I thought the Snitch buzzing around me twice was very strange indeed...
Author's Note: I'm so sorry about the previous chapter! I uploaded the sixth chapter AGAIN because strangely enough...it was labeled as the seventh chapter. It's fixed now though. I'm happy. Oh, and browny points to whoever can tell me in their review where the middle of the chapter was inspired from. lol. Did I mention I was a little hyper? That means that some of this chapter may not make sense...lol.
Chapter Eight: You're Insane!
Somehow everyone in school found out what happened on Halloween night. Well, sorta. Somehow the story went from Draco pushing me off the edge as a prank to me and Draco performing a delusting spell that went wrong or something. If they only knew...How do they know? Geez...
When Draco and I were alone, we started acting a bit more civilized. We did have the occasional one or five fights a day, but what two room mates wouldn't? Harry and I were getting along great and practically spent every minute together. I felt very bad for Ron because now he feels like the third wheel...
Anyway, the next Saturday rolled around and it was the first Quidditch game of the season. Harry and his team had been practicing their butts off and Ron was still inventing new moves to block the Quaffle from getting in the goals. He *was* really good. I had attended their practice the day before the game so I should know.
But the day of the game, everyone was hyped. The morning went by soo fast because everyone was looking forward to the game. Harry and Ron, along with the rest of the team, left me at the Gryffindor table to get a nice long pep talk in before the game.
After a few moments, I headed to the Quidditch Pitch. For some odd reason, the halls were clear. I figured that everyone was just so anxious to get to the game that they didn't have to time to walk as slow as me.
I was thinking random thoughts when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bathrooms. It took me a second to realize I was in the *boy's* bathrooms! I turned around to see my 'kidnapper' and it was none other than Malfoy. He was dressed in his Quidditch uniform and even had his broom leaning against the wall.
"What are you doing? Why aren't you getting ready for the game?" I asked him.
"I had to see you!" he told me. "You're my good luck charm."
"What? Since when have I been your good luck charm?" I asked.
"Since...since your the only one who ever listens to me."
What? Where'd that come from?
"Malfoy, you have people listen to you. You're like..the Slytherin King." I insisted.
"No...those are just groupies. You actually listen to what I have to say and aren't just staring at my slim, but muscular physique and striking good looks." he said with a grin.
"You only looked good when you'r hair is messed up." I said. Then I quickly messed up his hair with my hands. "All that nancy boy hair gel was getting annoying. Now you have the surfer boy look going on."
Draco had no sarcastic comeback. He just looked into my plain brown eyes with his intense grey ones. He looked serious.
"I'm serious, Hermione...Hermione, Hermione, HERMIONE!" he yelled quickly as he threw his hands in the air. My name echoed throughout the bathroom. "See, I never used to call you by your first name! Now, all of a sudden I do? Hermione..." he said softly as he took my hands. By this time I was kinda getting sick of my name. "I think you've changed me."
"What?" I blurted out. "How could I possibly change you?" I asked.
"How? Because when I saw that you were hurt-hurt by *me*...on an accident, I couldn't take it. I think my stone hard heart starting beating again because it was when I thought I could have killed you...I felt something. I don't know what it was...feelings perhaps?"
"Malfoy, you're rambling. All you did was smack me across the face. There was no permanent damage done. I think the only damage that was done was to you. Did you hit your head too because-"
"Hermione, don't you get it?!" he interrupted me...again. "I think," he began, "I think I'm in love with y-"
"Stop! Don't say it." I commanded.
Draco's expression changed. It went from being sincere to that little smirk he does.
"You can't deny it, there's something between us." he said as he moved closer to me.
"Yeah, loathing. Disgust...Well, up until about a week ago; but we can go back there if we hav-"
"No..." he intervened(^_^), "Heat. Desire..." he said, now only about a foot away from me. I was continuing to back up until I ran into the, you guessed it, wall.
"Malfoy..." I said weakly.
"Something's happening to me. I can't stop thinking about you. And if that means turning my back on the whole evil-"
"Malfoy, STOP!" I yelled. "I'm with Harry-And you said that the spell worked!" I said to him. Well he did say it did...
"I thought it did; but you know what I've come to realize? You never even had to do the bleeding spell! Our feelings-they're real. Plus I found the glowing birds and whacked them with a beater's bat--"
"You WHAT? You killed the crows!" I exclaimed. "Malfoy, how could you?"
"Because I wanted those feelings back, Hermione. I wanted to love you again-"
"Stop saying that! You don't love me. You never loved me. I don't even know why we are having this conversation!"
"Because I can't stop thinking about you! I've tried hating you, I've tried being you're friend; but you know what? None of it's worked. We cannot be enemies or friends, Granger. We are meant to be together as lov-"
SMACK! I slapped him again. Whether I was trying to knock some since into him or just showing him how I felt, go figure.
"*WE* aren't meant to be together at all. I don't know what I ever saw in you, but whatever it is, it's over!"
I attempted to walk out, but Malfoy stopped me. He whirled me around and began to kiss me again. It took a few moments it took for me to register it, then I pushed him away.
"You're insane!" I told him. He grabbed my wrists and brought me closer to him.
"People do crazy things when they're in love, Hermione." he said.
I didn't know what to do. I thought about crying, but then decided against it because this was not the time or place. Was Malfoy really in love with me? If so, why? And why was he telling me this before his Quidditch game?
"I'm sorry, Malfoy, but I could never love you." I told him as I looked away from his cold grey eyes.
"I thought you'd say that."
He grinned and then began kissing me again. He had my wrists pinned to my side, I couldn't do anything. But he didn't have my knees pinned so I did the ole fashion kick to the groin. He did't even fall over and my knee hurt bad.
"I thought you'd do try that too." he said for the brief moment he quit kissing me. Then he knocked on his..um..crouch and it made a faint 'DING'ing noise. He had on a metal cup. Eww. How was he going to ride a broom in that?
"You're a pig-slash-monkey!" I said in my brief moment where I could breathe.
He stopped. And then backed away.
"I have a Quidditch game to attend, Miss." he said as he walked to the door.
"Yeah, well I hope you lose!" I called. Boy, was that a little immature.
Draco smirked and disappeared, leaving me utterly confused and...scared. If Draco really was in love with me, he'd do anything to be with me, wouldn't he? That meant he would try to hurt the people standing between him and me.
"Harry." I said lowly. He was going to try to hurt Harry!
I ran out the door and down to the Pitch. The game had just begun.
*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!
I took a seat all by my self in the very back of the stands. I got my wand out in case I had to help Harry. Me help Harry? That was knew. Usually he's the one who's saving me.
A few minutes went by and Malfoy didn't try anything, but I didn't let my guard down. Then it happened, the snitch was buzzing around me. Yes, ME. And both Seeker's noticed. They hurled in my direction and I scooted over. Not to a second to soon either. When the boys got close, enough, the snitch flew off again and they both ran into the back of the stands. They laid crumpled up in a heap. I would have thought they were knocked out, but then I heard muttering. Yup, they were alive. They both got back on their brooms, unphased, and headed back onto the field. It was very strange now that I think about it. Neither of them looked at me once and neither of them threw snide remarks at one another either.
A few more minutes went by, still neither Harry or Draco caught the snitch. Ron, however, blocked six Quaffles and our team was up by eighty points. Then it happened again, the Snitch came buzzing around me again. I had only ducked seconds before Harry came zooming for it. And he caught it! The whole section roared with cheers! Gryffindor had won! But I thought the Snitch buzzing around me twice was very strange indeed...