Hey everyone! Back again! Tnx to everyone who reviewed! Appreciate it! Well, I'm kinda at a loss at what to do with this story, but the only way to figure out where its going is to write, right? right. Oh, and just so u no, theres an attempted rape in this chap. Keep that in mind. Ok. Story onward!
Chapter Six
White Knight
Hermione walked through the halls, head hung, ignoring everyone as they did the same. Hermione had gotten the feeling that by now everyone thought she had cheated on Ron with Harry. Ginny hadn't been speaking to her lately, as well as most of the guys in their year. She didn't mind though. She preferred not having to put on an act for someone who didn't matter anyway.
She hadn't even realized where she had been walking, but by the time she'd noticed she was already standing in the entrance to the library. Class had ended a little more then a hour ago, so she had no where to be.
Hermione went over to her usual table, and dropped her bag on the ground. She looked around and wasn't surprised to see very few people were in there. The Library wasn't exactly a common hang out for the students.
She decided that since she was in here, she may as well get a head start on her potions paper that was due next week.
Hours later, she looked up from her work for the first time since she started. She had been working so hard, she hadn't even noticed that she was the only one left in the library.
She gave a small yawn and stretch. It was late and she was tired. Hermione stood and gathered all her parchments and text books, shoving them into her bag. She noticed that at some point during her studying one of her books had fallen off the desk without her noticing. She bent over and picked it up. As she stood back up she found herself looking straight into the cold eyes of Harry.
She flinched slightly when he appeared there and dropped her book again and Harry seemed to smirk at her.
"Harry." She shivered. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, nothing." Harry picked up her book. "I haven't seen you around lately and thought we could talk."
"Talk? About what?"
"About us."
"Harry," Hermione said more bravely then she felt. "I told you, there will never been an us. If you cant-"
"No, no, not like that." Harry sat down on one of the chairs opposite her and put his head in his hand. "I wanted to say that…I'm really…sorry…"
Hermione starred at him. "What?" She sat down as well and starred at him. Had he finally realized what he had done to her? That he was making her life hell?
"I'm sorry." He repeated, this time looking straight into her eyes. "I know I've been terrible. I don't know what came over me."
Hermione gave a small smile. 'Maybe he has changed. Maybe things can go back to the way they were now.'
"Her…Hermione…" Harrys sobbed slightly. "I…"
"Harry." Hermione got up and went over to him. She sat in the chair beside him and hugged him. For the first time in over a year, Hermione was happy. Of corse it would be hard for her to trust him again, but it seemed like he really was sorry.
Harry wrapped his arms around her and leaned into her. Hermione became a little uncomfortable and tried to push him away, but Harry wouldn't let go of her.
"Harry." Hermione stood up suddenly. Harry stood up and placed his hands on the table on either side of her torso, successfully trapping her. "Harry, stop. What are you doing?"
"What do you mean?" Harry sneered, the cold look back in his eyes. "I'm showing you how sorry I am."
"Get off of me, Harry." She tried to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist and pushed her down onto the table, pinning her. "Harry, stop!"
Harry simply laughed as she struggled. He slowly moved his hand to unbutton her shirt as she began to sob, eyes tightly shut. "Someone please…help…"
Suddenly, Harry was thrown off of her. Her eyes snapped open, to see Harry, bloodied lip and all, lying on the floor looking extreemly annoyed. He seemed to be looking somewhere behind her.
"Get the hell out of here." Said a voice from behind Hermione. Hermione turned to see the platinum hair of Draco, with a strange, almost protective look on his face. She had never seen him look so angry.
Harry stood back up, whipping his lip and glared at Draco. "Back off, Malfoy. This is none of your business." He said as he looked back at Hermione. "Besides. Since when do you care what happens to her?"
Malfoy didn't answer Harry, he simply continued to glare. He moved so he was standing infront of Hermione, between her and Harry. I said get the hell out of here. Now."
With one last glare at Draco, Harry stalked out of the library, muttering under his breath. Draco turned back to Hermione and helped her up. She thought maybe he would say something to her, but he simply turned and started to walk off.
"Wait!" She called after him. He stopped and turned to her, waiting for her to talk. "Thank you."
He starred at her for a few minutes before walking gout of the library. Hermione stood for some time trying to comprehend what had happened. She looked at her watch and decided it would be a good idea to head back to the her common room.
After a five minute walk, she climbed through the portrait whole. She looked around to see Draco sitting on a couch by the fire, book in his hand, one leg draped over the arm of the chair. She suddenly felt very nervous as she walked up to him.
She sat down on the couch and starred at him as he read.
"Can I help you with something?" he said calmly as he looked at her.
Hermione blushed slightly and looked away. "Why did you help me?"
Draco starred at her. "What do you mean?"
"Well," Hermione twisted her sleeve in her hands. "You've hated me for ages. Why… did you stop Harry?"
Draco lowered his book and starred at her. "Because I can't stand rapists, alright? They disgust me."
Draco stood and walked over to stare out the window. "Besides... I don't hate you…"
Well there it is. Chap. Six. What'd u think? R and R. tnx!
