Disclaimer: The traditional that all authors are required to post on ff, I do not own Harry Potter…unfortunately or the characters…
A/N: Well, I was amazed at the response I received for the first chapter. As I informed many of you in review responses I said I would eventually post a new chapter, and here it is, let me know what you think :)
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Previously…
God, kissing Malfoy…so much better than Ronald…
Wow, Hermione, who knew she was the one to go for rough and dominating, all other females are submissive when I kiss them; I wonder how she will be when we are alone…
"Oh, umm, well, I best be going, you got your kiss Malfoy," Hermione uttered as she turned away from him, before he saw her bright red and flustered face.
"Wait! Hermione…," shouted Draco as he saw her round the corner.
This wasn't over….
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Hermione ran as fast as she could around the corner. She heard Malfoy shout out at her, but as much as her heart wanted her to turn back around and smash her lips back onto his, she knew she couldn't. Not yet, anyway. He would just have to wait for her. Despite throwing her soul into the kiss under the mistletoe, it was way too soon for her to be giving her heart away again. She knew that when the thought of spending the night with him would be nice, the sight of Ronald and Pansy reared its head whenever she thought she was over him. If Draco was speaking the truth, then he would wait for her. She wasn't fooling herself when she thought she saw the sincerity and sadness in his eyes because of the plight she had with Ron it was real. Draco may not show it often, but even though he displays this cool, calm and collected façade what she saw was the real Draco. He had 'shed' so to speak, and his exterior glistened and shone in the fading moonlight that spilled through the windows in the corridor.
As she stopped running, she hunched over and collected her breath, her thoughts running through her head. Finally, she straightened her back and walked towards the portrait hole. The Fat Lady was startled awake as Hermione had to wake her up, shouting the password 'Christmas Pudding' three times before she awoke and opened for Hermione to step inside.
Hermione collapsed onto her favourite chair; an overly stuffed deep red chair, which was excellent for her to curl her feet up on and read a book in comfort. Staring into the dwindling embers in the fireplace, Hermione fell asleep with tear streaks marring her face as she quietly cried over her heart ache.
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The next morning, Hermione was awoken by at pecking on the window closest to her. Recognising the owl, she hurriedly went to the window and threw it open.
"Hello Evelyn, here, could you give these to Ginny and Harry," asked Hermione as she untied the large package that she had received from Harry and the rest of the Weasley family, as she tied her own package to the owl.
The owl hooted softly after Hermione gave it some owl treats and flew off into the sky, her wings flapping gracefully against the picturesque scene of another white Christmas at Hogwart's.
Hermione returned to her spot after closing the window and opened up the package. From Harry she had received the book she had pointed out to him in one of their Hogsmead trips, Ginny had given her some scantily clad undergarments (as if she would wear them) in a bright fuchsia pink with black lace detailing, Molly had once again knitted Hermione the traditional Weasley jumper- this time with a worm with glasses reading a small book on a dark green backdrop, George had once again given her all of WWW's witches special range, and Arthur had compiled yet another list of questions for her to answer when she next sees him.
Of course though, the present that she was dreading was from Ron he had sent her a letter, once again detailing his feelings for her:
Dear 'Mione,
I hope you are willing to forgive me. I know what I did was wrong, but Pansy was just there for a good shag. I swear, that the rumours were false. You know I would never ever do something like that to you. She had nailed me down, came onto me. I meant nothing to me. Nothing. Hermione, you are my everything, please I hope you will look past that day and come back. I know I broke your trust, but I swear I will try to make it up to you.
From Ron, the love of your life.
As Hermione read the letter, she felt yet another tear roll down her face. She must stop crying over him. In the envelope was a heart shaped pendant. Hermione looked at the offending piece of jewellery and put it back in the envelope, placed the letter back in and tossed the entirety of the envelope into the fire, which had been brought to life once more by the elves during the night.
After sitting in her spot for some time, reading her new book, Hermione got up and got changed into the jumper Mrs Weasley had knit her and headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast. As she walked past the fire, she saw the slowly melting remains of the necklace that Ron had given to her. This was it, her turning point. She would not think of Ron, she will banish all the unpleasant memories of him to the back of her mind and forget about him.
It won't be easy, but it was worth a shot. She had to get her life back in order. Starting from today.
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A/N: I'm sorry it has been so long, but unfortunately had bit of a writer's block on my veela Dramione story – and I desperately wanted to update that before this one :/
My chapters are generally longer, but I wanted to leave Hermione entering the Great Hall and the confrontation with Draco till the next chapter.
Also, thank you so much to those who reviewed and pm'd me; it really does make me smile to know I that you loved what I wrote.
~BelleBelles :)