Chapter numero the sixth

Numbly, Draco opened the door.

I can't believe I fucking kissed her…

It was too horrifying for him to even contemplate, but he replayed events in his mind just to make sure.

He and Hermione were locked in the basement the Room of Requirement had given them to hide in. there was a lot of yelling, and the two had yelled out their hate for each other at the top of their lungs, and then…there was kissing. And it felt GOOD.

The boy let out a strangled yell as a maggot crawled over his shoe. He squished it.

Hermione screeched as a whole tubful fell on her head. Draco screamed like a sissy girl, and started to run away. He stopped and turned around, and pointed is wand at the bugs, shouting the killing curse at the top of his lungs. One by one the little bugs were killed, and finally the bugs retreated and took the form of the old man. He was missing his arms, legs and half of his torso was missing. Retching, Draco ran. Hermione followed, anger emitting from her like BO from the boys locker rooms.

"What the fuck did you do that for!"

"I only saved your life, mudblood!"

"Oh yes, by throwing a killing curse that could've easily gotten me by mistake!"

"No skin of my neck if it did!"

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!"

He finally spun around, a vein bulging from his head.

"LOOK! I DON'T CARE WHAT HAPPENED BACK THERE, BUT I SURE AS HELL DON'T WANT TO EVER THINK ABOUT IT EVER FUCKING AGAIN!" he yelled, spit flying from his mouth. Wiping it, he strode down the hall, fuming to himself.

Hermione was in shock. She hadn't expected him to react that badly. She had expected worse, yes, but she in truth wasn't sad that he had kissed her. In fact, she kind of liked it. He had changed so much just then, from immature brat to ready battle leader and adult.

And his shoes…and those jeans…he made those look so good just now…

Mentally slapping herself to her senses, she remembered the three basic things she knew about Malfoy:

1- Brat

2- Evil

3- Soooo not hot in those jeans!

Yet…when she had seen him, in that American Apathy tee, and those awesomely hot black jeans, with, ohmigod, a skateboard, and his hair so messed up, she felt a wriggly, happy feeling, like when she was near Ron or when she had a test in front of her. She giggled, the noise filling the empty halls. Turning into the head corridors, she pocketed her wand and flipped her hair back, stopping to retie her ponytail. Whispering her password, she jumped into her room. Flopping down on the couch, she closed her eyes and slept.

Draco shook his head, Dope going through his head. He focused on the heavy metal and banging drums as he drew his arm back and punched. Pain shot through every fiber of his being, and he stared as his fist went through the stone wall. Dimly, he was aware of the blood. Numbly, he walked back to his room.

Why? I don't understand…I hate her for six years but now…when we…we kissed…was it possible I felt more?

He slammed the door of his dorm shut and went into his room, yanked off his shirt and kicking off his shoes. He tore the iPod from his belt and threw it across the room, where it smashed into a billion little fragments. He took the Dope CD and put it in the radio.

I don't understand……

hey peeps, sorry it's been so long. Dope is a fave band of mine, heavy metal. listen to one of their better songs, "People Are People"

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