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Bane of My Existence
Chapter 9: Confusion
By: Dizixete
Hermione Granger, for the fifth time that day, breathe deeply, counts one up to three, then regains her composure. Hermione sighed and look at her enchanted wrist watch, it's past curfew. Hermione then thinks of the reason why she is confined up in the library, hiding.
Oh yeah, that's why, Draco and Iyannah had taken the courtesy of parading each other around, as if to say, 'meet my new shag buddy'.
Hermione got up from her secluded area at the library, it's time for her to face the world again and fake her indifference.
As she exits the Library, for the second time that yea, she's grabbed and pulled into a empty classroom.
After being pulled into the empty classroom, she turns around and faces her captor, Anne Moore. She should have known.
"Is it true?" she said hastily.
"Is what true?" Hermione answered confused, but a little part in her feels a little better to see Ann is such distress.
"Are they really dating? Draco and Iyannah, I mean." Anne said. From Hermione's view, she could see Anne's hands are shaking.
"They went to the ball together, so I guess it's true." Hermione replied rudely, after all, this girl once made her life a living hell.
"I knew it! It's me Draco needs, not her! I have to be with him. You'll help me, will you, Hermione? Help me make him mine again?" she said frantically.
"What are you saying, Moore? I'll take no part in whatever you are planning." Hermione again replied rudely.
Anne looks at her for a moment, almost as if observing her, and then finally Anne concluded, "You're jealous".
"Excuse me, what?" Hermione looked at her as if she had grown another head.
"I think you're jealous." Anne repeated.
"You know what I think? I think you need a psychiatrist", Hermione responses, folding her arms near her chest.
"I need a what?" Anne said, clearly confused. Of course she doesn't know what a psychiatrist means; she grew up in a wizarding society not in a muggle one.
"A psychiatrist, a shrink! More like you need Professor Trelawney to study your behavior", Hermione said.
"And why would I need Trelawney?" Anne again asked confused.
"Because I think you're mental. I mean you're hallucinating things, and I think you're obsessed with Malfoy", Hermione said breathlessly, and when Anne tried to answer her, Hermione interrupted her by, again, speaking.
"And any facts about the so-called love life of Malfoy are neither of our business! I am not jealous, and I don't care about him. And you, you two stopped dating weeks ago, stop being so obsessed!" Hermione said fuming.
Anne looks at her in surprise; Hermione's outburst is uncalled for.
As Anne looks at her in shock, Hermione had taken this moment as her chance to leave, leaving Anne there, alone, and very angry.
Hermione tries to contain her temper as she heads towards the Head's Dorm. Was she that obvious? Repeatedly, she asks herself.
Hermione climbed in the portrait without even glancing at the fireplace.
She's about to enter he room when she heard it.
"Granger" she heard him call.
"What Malfoy?" she replies, not even bothering facing him, and just continue to stare at the wooden door of he room.
"Come here", he said.
"I think I'd rather not." She said still staring at her door.
"Granger, don't try my patience."
She sighed inwardly, and obliged, she turns around and met his eyes. Big mistake.
Now, there's no way she can resist him. Just one look at his eyes and she can even agree to anything he says, well, almost all.
She walks towards him, and then sits at the chair opposite him.
"What do you want?" she asked rather rudely, again, not even bothering to look at him and just stare at the wall.
Silence. A few seconds passed and still he didn't answer. She glimpses at him and sees that he's examining her with his eyes.
A few second turns into not so few seconds, seconds turns into minutes, but still there's just pure silence between them.
Finally, he said, "What are you upset about?"
"Excuse me, I am not upset", she said, still trying to avoid his gaze.
"You are upset." He said plainly.
"And who are you to say whatever I am feeling?" she said irritated.
"God Granger, you're stubborn", he said.
"And as if you're not", she said rolling her eyes. Another big mistake, her eyes landed on him.
His eyes are his best feature yet, to her, it used to be just another dull gray eyes, but now, his eyes are…simply mesmerizing.
Then, as if on trance, he leaned in, tilting his head, Hermione too, she tilts her head in preparing for what's going to happen. They are now mere inches apart, she closes her eyes, and she could feel his breath on her cheek and then…
"You have dirt on your face", he said brushing off that offending dirt on he cheek.
Hermione opened her eyes in horror and embarrassment.
But as she opens her eyes, he is nowhere in sight, she look behind her and she could see his retreating figure. How does he even manage to move that quick? She has no idea.
"Oh, before I forgot, Granger, meet me tomorrow near the lake, eight o' clock in the evening. Dress formal." He bellowed from his position.
"Did I say yes? I never said yes!" she yelled back. But receives no response.
She rests head on her hands. She could never understand him; she could never understand what his motives are.
Draco Malfoy is confusing to say in the least.
A/N: That's chapter nine! I am so happy I got this far. Anyways, I'll wait for twenty reviews before I update.
Why? You might ask, imagine being an author of a story who have 15,000 or more hits and 100 people on the alert list and not even half of that people review. Shame, really and damn so frustrating.
Whateverr.
Well, that's it.
Adios Fellas!
