Let's see what happens in this chapter
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Draco's POV
"Okay, I do not like Granger. I don't have any feelings for her"
"Yes you do"
"Well, I can't walk up to her and say, 'hey babe, I've hated you for the last six years, made your life horrible, now I wanna say I like you'"
"Love is more than words, you know"
"I know nothing about love, now shut up"
"There are other ways of expressing yourself"
"No there isn't"
"Love is more than words"
"Shut up," I said out loud
"First sign of madness, talking to yourself"
"You're making me mad, now go away"
"Talk to her"
"No"
"Talk to her"
"No"
"Talk…to…her. You don't have to say you like her, you can just talk"
"I don't deal with my feelings"
"Because you're afraid. That's all you are, Malfoy, you're afraid of your feelings. You can't admit you like someone cause to you, that's weakness"
"Go away"
"Talk to her. You are not your father's son. You know that"
"Fine! Anything to make you go away"
"That's a good boy"
I tore my eyes away from the fireplace, the battle over in my mind, for now. I swear my brain hates me. How the hell did it come up with the idea I liked Granger? It's crazy! But did I want to talk to her? I don't have any feelings for her, do I? And yet, when she was in my room, I felt a strange vibe. Like I wanted to be with her.
"I can't!"
"Yes you can. For once, be a man. Now talk to her!"
"I hate you, whoever you are"
I left the living room and headed up the stairs, searching for Granger's room. I found it, or at least I think I did. Upstairs from mine, second door on the left. I knocked
"Who is it?"
"It's me"
The door opened, as Granger appeared
"What do you want?"
My brain locked up. I don't know if it was from her or the fact I couldn't answer
"Say something, you idiot"
"I wanted to see if you're fine, you know, after the attack"
"Remember, Malfoy, it was I who saved you, not the other way around"
"You idiot, big stupid idiot. My God!"
She started to close the door, but I stopped her
"What are you doing?"
"Actually, it wasn't that"
"What is it, Malfoy?" she hissed
"I wanted to know if you want to talk"
"What game are you playing?"
"I'm not playing any game. I think you know that by now"
"When you help us destroy Voldemort, then I'll know you weren't playing a game"
"Ouch, but keep trying"
"But I'll talk with you"
She left her room and led the way downstairs to outside in the street
"Where are we going?" I asked
"To the Burrow"
She grabbed my arm. Something stirred inside of me, but I strongly ignored it. A second later, we appeared in front of a shabby house, about five stories high
"Who lives here?" I asked, trying to hide the disgust in my voice
"Ron does, okay. I think the Members of the Order are here"
She pressed her ear to the door
"Unless they're at Harry's house and I didn't know"
"You're saying Harry owns that place we're living at?"
"Yep"
She opened the door and went through the kitchen, sitting down at the table, as I paced in front, chin in hand, wondering how I start this
"Alright Draco, let's talk"
"Here we go"
Aah, brain freeze again
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Hermione's POV
I watched as Draco paced in front of me, slowly irritating me. But I was more interested in what he wanted to say. So come on, Malfoy, spit it out
"I'm waiting"
Draco stopped pacing around and faced me. I couldn't see his emotions in his eyes
"I don't know where to begin"
Oh my God, what is he about to say?
"So start from the beginning"
He sat down across from me. I felt a little uneasy at how close he was, but there something like sincerity in his eyes
"All my life, I have been told to hate muggle-borns, that only pureblood wizards were worth it, well, only if they had money, that is. My father forced me to hide my feelings, telling me they were a weakness"
He took a deep breath and continued
"If it wasn't for my mother, I don't think I would be here, really, if you think about it. She was the only one I could turn to, the only one who loved me. She was all I cared about. That's why I joined up with the Dark Lord, to protect my mother. If I lost her, I don't know what I would do"
He looked away, his eyes glittering. He rubbed them and turned back to me
"Ever since I've been staying with you guys, I guess I've been learning. The Dark Lord doesn't care about anyone. He uses people's weaknesses to his advantage, controlling and manipulating. This is why he gave me the task to kill Dumbledore; otherwise, my mother would die, simple as that"
He leaned back and sighed
"I had thought of Dumbledore as a fool, simply because he loved Muggle-born. But he had some good ideas. He was the only one who wanted to help me, but I pushed him aside and watched him die. Ever since, I had been tormented with his words"
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked, taking his hand in mine
He looked down, so I let go
"Hermione, I want you to know who I am and what I'm like. All those years when I've picked on you and made your life Hell, well, I had to. It was my father's influence to make me like that. Only my mother would be able to stop me from going too far"
This was definitely a different kind of Draco Malfoy. I never knew him to be like this. I guess it would be because he's left his father and becoming more like himself
"Hermione, there's something else"
"What?"
"I have feelings for you. I know it seems strange, given that I've called you names and everything, but I see a different person, someone all grown-up, someone willing to take on the Dark Lord and hopefully win. Someone who's not fearless. Someone I would like to be, kinda like Potter"
I simply gave him a confused look. He had feelings, especially for me? Whoa, this is not right, this doesn't seem right
"I thought you hate Muggle-borns," I said, testing him
"So did I. But I've been living with you for several days now and I'm starting to realize, what has blood got to do with it?"
"I need some time to think"
I got up and went outside
End POV
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Draco's POV
I couldn't believe that I had told Hermione I had feelings for her. It just wasn't me. It was like I was possessed to say it. But as I watched her, I began to think. Do I really like her? She is very beautiful. I could see why Weasley liked her. Well, he's got competition. Wait, come on! Oh shit, I do like her. So it wasn't a lie. What do I do now?
"I need some time to think"
She got up and left the kitchen, heading for the backyard. As I watched her go, I felt a strange pang in my stomach. Like I missed her having her around. It was so strange! I followed her outside, but she was already gone. I sighed and Apparated back to Potter's house, where I went straight to my room and collapsed on my bed, thinking our conversation over. The best idea I could do was forget about it and move on
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So, Draco's told Hermione what he feels. What will happen now? Find out in the next chapter