Sing To Me the Song of the Stars
A Little Bit Faster
Hermione was sitting on the manor steps, her arms wrapped around her ankles and her legs pressed up against her chest. She was staring out into the horizon, and a blank look had long settled on her face. She'd been in deep thought all day, and had come to realise that her feelings for Draco were simply.. She didn't know. But she did know that there was no compassion, no understanding. With Blaise, it was different. He made her feel. No one had ever done that to her before. Or at least, not like this.
She knew it was stupid; he hated her for ever liking Draco. Hell, she hated herself for it! It was a mistake, a caught-up-in-the-moment kind of thing. But it didn't matter, because it had happened anyways.
She'd wondered often that day, exactly how she had come to be there. It was obvious, she'd run away, and was brought here, but why? Why here, of all places? The answer wasn't clear to her, and probably never would be, but the main thing was, she was here.
The brunette pressed her forehead against her knees. What was she to do about Blaise? How was she supposed to talk to him, if he obviously wouldn't listen? Oh God. She'd messed up. Big time. It was all Malfoy's fault! Next time she saw that boy; she swore she'd throw rocks at him.
A through ran through her mind, and she groaned. What would Harry and Ron do if they found out she was falling for a Slytherin? They'd reject her, most likely. Or Ron would run out of the room, and Harry would follow without so much as a glance her way. This was all wrong, wasn't it? Ron was in love with her. She wasn't allowed to like anyone else! But what happens when you don't love someone back? Was she wrong to be here?
Oh God. This was so overwhelming. She'd fucked up. She was an idiot. Stupid.
"I hate to see you cry like that."
Blaise. Hermione turned her head and smiled sheepishly.
"Hey."
He sat down next to her. She tensed slightly and looked away from him. What was she going to say? What was she supposed to say? Maybe she'd just run inside. Just get up, and run. It was a perfect plan, really. Then she'd just avoid him. For the rest of her life..
This was pointless. She would have to face him sooner or later, wouldn't she? And she was being a bit childish about it all.
"Hermione?"
Okay. Time to face the music. She turned her head and began talking.
"I know what I did was really dumb and I was being extremely dense and conceited and I'm really really sorry and I know you probably hate me and I don't want you to and I screwed up really bad and I wish I could take it all back but I can't and if you hate me it's okay because I kinda hate myself too." Hermione gasped for breathe and waited for a response.
Blaise seemed to be thinking something over, and after awhile he spoke.
"I could never hate you." He whispered into her ear.
Blaise trailed his hands up her back and rested one on her neck, the other on her shoulder. The girls' heart was beating a little bit faster.
"What would you do if I kissed you?"
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