So here we go, Chapter 2! Please review? Pretty please?
Chapter 2 – Meeting Malfoy
"Hello?" Spinning around she came face to face with the person she would least expect to see in the library, or standing so close to her.
"Hi." Draco stood less than a few feet away, and he was staring at her, with a smile on his face. Not a smile that was menacing though, it was a smile that filled his face, a smile that made her wonder what he was like around himself.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione stood staring at him, shocked that the first few words out of his mouth had not been insults at her.
"Well it is a public libraray right?" Draco smiled; causing Hermione to take a step back, running into the shelf behind her. He was up to something, she just didn't know what.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Crossing her arms over her chest she stared him down, she refused to let herself be scared of him! A shadow crossed over his face, and gone was the glint of kindness in his eyes.
"I need your help." He looked at her, and the look said it all. She knew that if she refused to help him, something bad would happen. She didn't know what, but she knew that he needed her help, and something dreadful was going on.
"What do you need my help with?" Emphasizing 'my' Hermione knew that it had to be something he couldn't have Slytherin's knowing about, but why would he come to her for help? She was best friends with Harry and Ron, sworn enemies of his.
"I have to be impressive, and get in Slughorn's little group." He sneered, and a grimace passed over his features, and he looked down upon Hermione again.
He was so close, and Hermione could have touched him if she were brave enough. He stood there, waiting for her to say something, but all she could think about was that he was talking to her, and he hadn't insulted her yet.
"Why does it matter to you?" She staggered sideways, breaking the spell that had been blinding her to who she really was standing next to. She wondered what she looked like to Draco right now. If her face was red, or maybe deathly pale, she wondered if her hair was flying away, or neat still, maybe she looked decent, and that was why Draco was asking her for help. She shook the though from her head, that would never happen.
"It doesn't. But it does to my Father, and he wants me to be in the stupid group." Scowling Malfoy moved across the small row, making himself as far away from Hermione but still in the space that might still be considered polite to him.
Hermione scoffed, "Why does he want you to be in the group?" Before where there had been anger she now saw sadness in Draco's eyes, and she felt her heart hurting. She wanted to take away the pain that she saw in those eyes, to help him out in whatever way he couldn't.
"Because he does, don't question my father mudblood." Malfoy sneered at Hermione. She could feel her cheeks on fire, and tears clouding in her eyes. She refused to let herself be tormented by him, but she could feel the burning sensation rising in her throat.
"You can get in on your own Malfoy! I hope you aren't let into his club! Because all you are is mean and rude and insulting!" Hermione screamed at him, she screamed through the fire in her throat, she screamed through the tears in her eyes; hoping that he would shrink back and he did. Why did he have to say those words to her?
She could feel the tears starting to pool out of her eyes, and she felt the saltiness on her lips as she fled. She couldn't stand that word, least of all when it was spoken by him. Without another word she pushed herself harder, running the length to the girl's bathroom. He wouldn't follow her in there, even if he would follow her.
