Yep yep, another chapter this weekend! I'm not spoiling you, now am I? ;)
Enjoy!
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
but that's all right because I love the way you lie
Love the way you lie – Eminem Ft. Rihanna
She just stood there. Just moments after he had left her there in the middle of the hallway. In tears. She had held onto a spark of hope, hope that he would turn around and hold her, tell her he was sorry. But he didn't. And somewhere she knew he wouldn't. He was different. Different from the boy she had met on the beach. Different from the boy she had told her secrets to. A different boy.
An asshole.
And she couldn't get past the fact that she had fallen for this same exact boy just weeks ago. She felt so stupid. So naïve.
She felt tired as she wiped her tear stained face. She wondered if she really never meant anything to him. Cause if she didn't, then he was one hell of an actor. Was he lying then? Did he have to save his sorry ass for he had made a mistake to fall for a muggleborn girl? Actually, he hadn't even known she was a witch. She hadn't mentioned it. He must've thought she was just a muggle girl. Then how could he have 'stooped so low' by going out with her? To make love to her? To lower himself so much that he would be spending his entire summer with her?
But then, if he had really cared for her… then how could he be so immensely cruel to her? Right in her face, kicking her while she was already down. She had no idea how being a muggleborn had affected him, had no idea in what kind of world he actually lived. Full of hatred, jealousy, betrayal, no love and only darkness.
What a shock it must've been to have seen her in school, knowing that his friends could find out about them. He would be hated by them. Like she was hated by them now.
But all of this wasn't a reason to treat her the way he had treated her. She didn't deserve any of it. He had made it perfectly clear to her that morning at breakfast that he didn't want anything to do with her. And even though it had hurt, she would've eventually have accepted it. She remembered the hatred in his eyes, for her, for who she was. She didn't understand.
In this tug of war you'll always win
even when I'm right
'cause you feed me fables from your hand
with violent words and empty threats
She tried to move on, she really did. Classes had been great, interesting even. Yes, Hogwarts was a great place to be. She was occupied with homework, her new friends. She had absolutely no time to fuss or even think about Draco Malfoy. But late at night, when she would be laying in bed, he would come back in her thoughts, haunt her memories, not leaving her alone. That blonde hair, beautiful eyes, his laugh, it didn't want to leave her alone.
She would often fall asleep with the photograph from their summer together. The boy in the picture wasn't the boy she saw in the hallways here. The Draco at Hogwarts was cold, stuck up and a spoiled brat. She had noticed that teachers would favor him, he would be coming in too late for class and would be forgiven. Had it been anyone else, they would get detention. Draco wouldn't .
Days went by and Draco didn't once look her way. At least, not that she was aware of. But she had watched him. A lot. She couldn't keep her mind off of him. He was too close, too touchable but untouchable at the same time. She needed him, but knew she couldn't. He had moved on.
It wasn't until later in class when she had been paired in a group with Lavender Brown, Pansy Parkinson and - of course - Draco Malfoy that they finally talked again. Though only what had to be said. Nothing more.
"Granger." He had nodded when she had met them at their group table. She just nodded, not wanting to look his way at all.
"Hi all." Lavender happily said, always oblivious to everything around her, even the war that seemed to be going on between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Draco and Pansy both rolled their eyes. Pansy even growled. Yes, growled.
Hermione actually had a good opportunity to look at Pansy for the first time since she had been at the school. She was pretty. Long black hair and big, almost black, eyes. Her skin was beautiful, not a freckle out of place. She had noticed the girl fawning over Draco the last couple of days. Maybe they were an item. Though it wasn't something she wanted to think about.
"What you looking at, Granger?" She heard Pansy say angrily. She had probably caught Hermione staring.
"Take a chill pill, Parkinson." Hermione quickly said and bended to pick up her quill from her bag. When she looked under the table she saw Draco's hands on his lap, he had clenched his hands into tight fists, his knuckles white as a sheet. What was he doing?
When she sat back up she saw him sitting with a straight face, not saying anything or moving at all. He even bit his lip. Kinda cute. "Something the matter, Malfoy?" Hermione asked, a little concerned about the boy.
He looked at her and just glared. "Shut up, mudblood."
Fine, if this was how he was going to play it. Then so be it. She raised an eyebrow at him. Whatever.
"So, let's just divide the work." Hermione said and opened her book, scribbling some words down on her paper.
Draco just sat there with his arms crossed and Hermione felt him watching her.
"Ok, just to let you guys know. I'm very busy this week." Lavender started. Hermione was already used to the girl that was Lavender Brown as they slept in the same room.
"Then you'll just have make some room in your schedule, Lav." Hermione sighed and handed the girl a paper. "This is your work for this week. Make sure to finish it before Friday." She then handed out a paper to both Draco and Pansy with their work.
"You're not the one telling us what to do!" Pansy said harshly as she looked down and read the paper.
"Well, what do you suggest then?" Hermione asked.
"Draco?" Pansy asked him for help. Hermione rolled her eyes. Those sodden Slytherins always had to put up a fight.
"Yeah, Granger. I'm too busy this week myself." He said and threw the paper back in her face. "You do it." Hermione just sat there, baffled at his doing. What did he think she was? His slave? She wasn't going to do all the homework.
"Sure!" She said sarcastically. "Sure, I'll do it. No problem."
"Perfect." She saw Draco sitting there, a smirk plastered on his face. She just stared at him. She was so angry at the whole situation. How dare they? How dare he?
"I'll just make it and sign it with my own name then. " She paused before she continued. "And my name alone." She eyed him as his smirk faltered.
"Well, screw this. I'm not doing it." Pansy said hysterically. Why did only stupid things come out of this girls mouth?
"I'll do it, Hermione." Lavender said and gave her a small smile. Good, that was one person.
"God, you stupid mudblood." Pansy shrieked and threw her arms up in a desperate attempt to get some sympathy. "I cannot fail this class as well. I need this grade!"
"Then do your homework." Hermione simply said and crossed her own arms.
Pansy sighed dramatically and grabbed the sheet of paper with her homework on it. She had given in.
"Pansy dear, be so kind to do mine as well." Draco said and kissed Pansy on the cheek and simply walked away.
Pansy just sat there, confused at what just had happened. Well, she wasn't the only one. Pansy wasn't going to make Draco's homework now, was she?
Hermione stood up and ran after Draco.
"Hey!" She shouted after him and saw him spin on his heel to face her.
"What do you want now?" He asked.
"You're not getting out of this that easily, you know!" She stomped over to him. That insufferable prat. That oh, so beautiful boy. Prat.
He just shrugged his shoulder. "Sure I can." He simply said.
Hermione was getting so mad she wanted to smack him. How dare he?
"Are you really that arrogant?" She said as she placed her hands on her hips. He was watching her moving closer to him, but he didn't say a word.
"Well?" She said and took another step. "You spoiled brat." She said to his face.
It happened soon, Hermione had no opportunity to react. He had grabbed her arm and spun her close to his face.
"Shut up." She felt his breath on her face. She was so close that she was able to just lean in and kiss him. But the look on his face frightened her to no end.
"You're way out of line." He snarled, fire in his eyes. "You need to learn where you stand, mudblood."
"So...Tell me where I stand then." She whispered and just stared back at him, not backing down. She was curious to hear his answer, though she was shaking from fear.
For a long time he said nothing. He just looked at her. She wondered if he even had an answer.
"You're beneath me." He whispered with so much hate, he scared her. She knew he hated her. Just for being there. Just for standing in his face while he thought he would never see her again.
"Really?" She said and rolled her eyes. "Is that all you have to say? The same old thing, on repeat?" She saw his mask fall for a second as he shifted his feet and blinked his eyes. "You have nothing new to say to me?" She shrugged him off, her arm hurt from his grip.
"You don't know where you stand, girl." He said again. "You have absolutely no idea of the world happening around you." He took a step back. "It's best if you stay out of my life, mudblood."
"Why?"
"I can't stand to look at you."
A lie. She knew. His eyes faltered again.
"You're scared." She whispered.
He shook his head and laughed. "Of what?" He said and smirk. "Nothing scares me."
She took a step towards him, grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her. "You're scared of me." She whispered in his ear. She felt him shiver, if only slightly. "I'm scaring the shit out of you." He shoved her away. Hard.
"Don't fool yourself, mudblood." Was his weak defense.
" I'm not fooling myself..." She paused. "Draco." He looked at her, said nothing. She was hitting a nerve. She knew it.
"You are fooling yourself." Was all he said as he backed away. But all she did was walk up to him again.
"I scare you because of who I am." She was close to him again, she once again felt his breath on her skin. "Of how you feel." And with that she softly kissed his cheek, turned around and walked away.
"I don't feel anything!" He shouted after her. She just shook her head and kept on walking.
I love the way you lie
