Chapter Eight:
Hermione ran to her seat at the writing table and quickly wrote a reply to Ruby. She told her everything about Draco. From the minute she heard her name walking down the street, to the unwanted feeling so deep inside, that told her she's falling for him.
She quickly attached the parcel to Krystal's leg, and sighed deeply. 'This has been one crazy day', she thought to herself. She decided to call it quits.
She quickly showered, and headed to her room, wearing PJ's and a robe over them, just incase she bumps into Malfoy.
Right before she entered her room, she heard her name, exactly like she did twelve hours ago, only now it was a whisper. That voice made her shudder, every time Draco spoke she felt weak inside. She didn't know why he affected her like this, and she tried not to let it show.
"Why are you whispering, we're here alone" replied Hermione looking in the direction of the voice.
A smirk greeted her. As much as she tried to act like she was annoyed by his smirking face, she had to admit, he looked damn sexy every time that bloody smirk covered his face.
"I just wanted to say thanks, and good night" said Draco coming closer to her.
Hermione felt puzzled, she had to do something, she had no idea what is going through his dirty head, and there is no way she will be a part of any of it.
"Your welcome" she spat out quickly and hurried towards her room.
Draco looked at her in bewilderment. 'what's wrong with her, she just ran out. What is she thinking, that I will rape her. Come on, I'm not that desperate…….yet'
He liked her, he knew he did. It's been going on for years now. Since their fourth year, he fell like a fool. He's been denying it ever since. He knew it was impossible for them to be together.
As much as he didn't want to hurt her and use her, he couldn't back away from the chance life was handing him. He had to try doing everything possible to be with her.
Screw other muggles, she was his muggle, and he'll make sure it was that way.
Right before falling asleep, he vowed to himself, that he would not let happiness slip out of his hands once again.
'Enough being miserable for my father's mistakes'. He decided to get what he wanted, and right now, what he wanted most, was her.
'what a nut case, what the hell is he thinking. Seriously, that I will just lay down and open wide for him. The crazy dirty headed maniac.'
Hermione was laying in bed furious. Her wand hidden under her pillowcase, just in case. She felt like she was the nutter for allowing him to hide in her house.
'He probably got the wrong impression and figured all I wanted all these years was him'.
Well even though she knew it's true, she couldn't let him know that. From now on, she decided to hide her feelings, and not allow herself to drown any deeper in her lust, as she's drowned this far.