Chapter 4 of Immortal Love:
Disclaimer: I do not own anything regarding Harry Potter.
Summary: I can't believe that idiot Krum cursed me! He was supposed to be my ex boyfriend. Now I can't regain my ability to perform magic until I find my true love. Oh great, I guess I'll find him after I date ever guy on Earth!
Recap from Chapter 3:
I was into my thoughts that I did not hear the door open.
"So, you can't perform magic," said Malfoy smirking.
I looked up.
Oh, crap.
Chapter 4 of Immortal Love:
"Malfoy," I hissed aloud.
"Haha, is that why you're here? You can't do magic? You're so pathetic…" he trailed off.
I was so angry that he had found out my secret that I stood up and walked over to him.
"Shut up, Malfoy."
"You know, it's pathetic really. Mudblood Granger is turning into, just a regular Muggle. You can't do anything without your magic. Maybe that's why you're so scared!" he said, smirking.
Before I knew it, my right hand came up and smacked him hard across his right cheek.
I glared at him and I could feel myself start to cry.
I ran to my room before I could give Malfoy the satisfaction of knowing he saw me cry.
I slammed the door hard, and curled up into a ball once I jumped onto my bed.
Once again, Malfoy the Ferret was right. That was the reason why I was taking this loss of magic so hard.
I didn't have anything … anything that anybody else wanted. Nothing but my magical skills! And now that that was taken away from me, I was a nobody.
I know that I sounded pathetic, but … it was true.
I was not pretty like Lavender Brown and I didn't have a boyfriend that I could flaunt off. I was not a Pureblood like Pansy Parkinson. I was not rich like Draco Malfoy.
I was ordinary looking, was single, and I always was single. I was a Muggle-born, and I came from a normal family.
Harry and Ron were probably my friends because of my magical ability. Always, they were asking me for help and whether their essay sounded good. I felt like a third wheel every time they would date. Of course, they would invite me to come along, but who would want to be the fifth wheel?
I don't even know when I started to become so shallow. Hermione Granger … every time my name was mentioned during Hogwarts, everybody would say "the smartest girl in Hogwarts" or "best friend of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley."
Never, was I "the pretty girl" or …
Actually, I think that I became so insecure when Harry and Ron started to date other girls. That was in the sixth year, when all the girls had noticed my two best friends and my two best friends had noticed all the girls.
They didn't notice me, but why would they?
Soon, they would be out every night, and though Ron was a Prefect, he would still be coming in late. I started to worry that I wouldn't have any friends, and so I buried myself into my work.
The tears kept coming down my cheeks.
I grew tired, and I guess I fell asleep because when I woke up, and looked at the clock, it was seven at night.
Malfoy didn't wake me up for lunch, so I guess he was feeling a bit guilty for making me cry.
I woke up early in the morning to hear the sounds of birds chirping cheerfully outside. Not that I could see it, for Dumbledore had to put me inside a room with Malfoy that had absolutely no windows.
Quickly, I rolled on out of bed and I walked into the bathroom.
A half hour later, I was out of my room and seated on the table eagerly waiting for my breakfast, since I had not eaten since yesterday's breakfast.
Malfoy was seated comfortably on his side of the table, and when I took my seat, the food sprang up.
We both ate in silence, while I was thinking what Harry and Ron were up to. Did they miss me? Did they …
"Granger?"
My head snapped up and I glared into Malfoy's cool gray eyes.
"What do you want?" I snapped, angry to be taken out of my daydream.
"Nothing from you!" he smirked, "And I just wanted to…"
"To what? Apologize?" I asked, "I thought that Malfoys' never apologized to anybody. Especially to somebody like a Mudblood."
He tried not to wince, but I saw it.
"What? Do you not like that name?"
"Sorry about yesterday," he muttered.
"What was that?" I asked.
"You enjoy making me suffer do you?" he hissed.
"Of course. Every minute you're suffering, I am happier."
"I said that I was sorry," he repeated, through gritted teeth.
"Well, I don't accept your apology. You just enjoy making people's lives difficult. Do you ever wonder what would happen if you were the one being teased? It's not so funny anymore is it?" I asked.
"I don't need this," he said, standing up from the table, throwing down his napkin.
"And neither do I!" I huffed, before walking into the Common Room.
I planted myself in one of the red comfy couches before promptly falling back asleep.
"That stupid Mudblood!" thought Draco, as his fists curled up in frustration.
"Nobody has ever made me so angry!" he thought, as he angrily strode into his room.
"I hate her! That … argh!" he thought.
"I apologized, and who rejects an apology? A stupid idiotic Mudblood like her! Is it my fault that she's so stupid?"
Draco paced back and forth in his room, and he was about to read Hogwarts, a History for about the fifth time, when he heard some noises outside.
"What the heck is that?" he asked aloud.
He walked outside, and couldn't help but smirk at the site of the poor Gryffindor thrashing in her sleep.
"I should wake her … but after she yelled at me, I don't think I will!"
He sat down on one of the dark green couches opposite Granger and 'enjoyed the show'.
"You are such a disappointment. Ms. Granger, I expected more from you! I cannot believe that you would … I can't believe it."
As I looked into Professor McGonagall's stern face, I felt the tears well up into my eyes.
I had disappointed her.
I didn't mean to hit Malfoy in the face. After all, he deserved it! For somebody so handsome, it was unbelievable of what words that could come out of his mouth.
"But! Professor McGonagall! He started it!"
"I will not have any of that. I saw you hit him and I did not see him hit you or threaten you."
I stared at my shoes and could feel Malfoy smirking at me.
"Fifty points off of Gryffindor, and detention for a week."
I looked over at Harry and Ron, expecting them to be smiling sympathetically or smiling that I hit Malfoy, but they were both frowning.
After Professor McGonagall left, I walked to Harry and Ron.
"I can't believe that she took off fifty points!"
"Well, Hermione, you did deserve it," said Ron coldly.
"What?" I asked.
"You punched him! He didn't do anything."
I started to grow angry, and before I could do anything, Harry and Ron shook their heads and walked off.
"But! It … it wasn't my fault!" I wailed.
I started to cry, and I stomped the floor like an angry child. It was all Malfoy's fault.
"This is all your fault Malfoy!" I screamed, as tears ran down my face.
I looked over at him, and surprisingly, he was not looking angry. In fact, he was looking bemused and confused and he walked slowly to me.
"Don't touch me!" I shouted. I pulled out my wand.
"I can … hex you!"
"Granger … wake up!" he said.
"What do you mean wake up? Are you trying to tell me that I'm in a dream? That won't work. This is your entire fault! I lost my two best friends and I lost the respect from my favorite teacher."
"Wake up!"
"Hermione!"
I blinked and I realized that I was staring into the eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy!" I said, as I sat up.
"Where am I?"
"The last time I checked, you were inside a secret tower with me because you lost all your magical ability. It was really quite funny watching you yell at the air."
He did an imitation of me in a falsetto voice.
"Malfoy! This is all your fault!"
I couldn't help but turn red as I realized how horribly pathetic I looked.
"Shut up."
"You know, if I didn't wake you up, who knows what you'd be doing. You probably would be all over me, because I am so sexy."
I turned red again, as an image of Draco Malfoy popped into my head.
"Did I embarrass the little girl?" he asked, smirking.
"Ugh! You're insufferable!"
"Don't I know it!" he said, grinning a bit cheekily.
"You ought to smile more often. It suits you," I said, before I could realize what I was saying.
He raised an eyebrow.
I clamped a hand over my mouth and I ran into my room.
"Forget what I said, and I still hate you!" I shouted, before I closed the door to my room.
Author's Note: I am so sorry that I took so long to update! Please forgive me! And, I was going to make Hermione more mad in this chapter, but I guess it didn't really work out. I was feeling a bit depressed and I guess my mood reflected onto what I was writing. Well, Hermione will be much more happy and feisty in the next few chapters. Oh yes, and the italics were part of Hermione's dream.
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