This is not technically another chapter it's the rest of the last one, so its short. But ill update again soon if I get lots of comments!
Draco Malfoy stood there recalling the last 5 minutes. She didn't really expect their relation ship to continue when they got back did she? What would his parents think? What would his friends think? And for that matter what about her friends and family? Well true she didn't really have a family, but her friends, Potter, and Weasel? He imagined Hermione trying to hold the weasel back after she had told him that she had slept, and was having a relationship with him, a Malfoy, and Draco Malfoy for that matter. He smirked, but his smirk faded, although he wanted nothing more than to see the look on all the Gryffindors faces, that meant everyone knowing and that wasn't going to happen. He walked up her door and put his ear to the door. She was crying. He sighed and leaned against the wall and away from the door. It was true that there relationship was much different than any he had ever had, with most all the girls he had gone out with it was about lust, not love. Most of them he didn't even like how they acted, they were all rich, snotty, and only cared about how they looked. But hey, they all got the job done. Hermione would never be just another one of those girls, none of them even came close to comparison with her, but that wasn't what it was about. She wanted him to prove how much she meant by telling everyone.
He finally worked up the courage to knock on the door.
"Yes," she said trying to cover the fact that she was crying incase it was McGonagall or another teacher knocking on the door.
"Erm, Hermione can we talk pl—"
"NO, GO AWAY! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT BUT YOUR NOT, ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS YOU!" he looked down at his feet. Why couldn't he just explain, he had his reasons.
"Hermione, just give me a second" he yelled back at her.
"I thought I said for you to fucking leave me alone, Malfoy." He looked desperately at the door, her words stung. She had never just called him 'Malfoy' since, well since before all of this. And her tone was just as harsh as it had been when he called her a Mudblood.
"Please, Hermione please just—"she flung the door open and stared him right in the eyes.
"What the hell do you want?" she asked harshly.
"I want to talk to you," he said trying to calm down.
"About what?"
"What do you think it's about Hermione we have to decide what were going to do when we get back."
"It doesn't even matter Malfoy, because I don't mean anything to you anyways so stop pretending you care, when you have already admitted you don't."
"Hermione, you know for a fact that that's not true, don't be like this!" he said starting to raise his voice.
"Oh whatever Malfoy. Don't waste anymore of my time." She started to push the door close when he stopped her.
"Ok then but when you've decided to be rational again you can come talk to me."
"Rational? Rational Malfoy? You have no right to talk to me about rationality, all I want is to not to be in secret anymore."
"Hermione that like making me choose between you and my friends and family and I can't do that!"
"Well if you can't tell them, than you already have!" she yelled and slammed the door the rest of the way close.
He looked at the door once more before turning around and heading to his room, and then lying in bed all night thinking of how this would ever work out.
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