Fourteen. Hermione
I stared at him for a while. I seriously couldn't believe what I was hearing, I didn't believe it. There was no way that it was possible for Draco Malfoy to be in love with me, Hermione Granger. I turned quickly and ran from the shed. Instantly, heavy quick footsteps followed me.
"Hermione," he shouted some feet behind me.
"Get back in there!" I screamed back at him. "Do you not realise how many aurors are looking for you?"
"I don't care Hermione. I'll go to Azkaban if it means I can get you to believe me." I spun round on my heels to face him and he stopped abruptly about 2 foot away.
"Azkaban?" I asked. "You think you'll be going to Azkaban? Malfoy, you'll be executed immediately." Reality seemed to wash over him as he stood before me, and I saw an unfamiliar fear in his eyes. "I thought Draco Malfoy was scared of nothing?" I said.
He smirked his arrogant smirk and I tutted, making my way back inside. Once inside I stood looking at him which was when it dawned on me.
Instantly I pulled my wand out and pointed it to his heart. "Whoa!" He said, shocked. "What are you doing?" He asked cautiously.
"You lying son of a…" I shouted shooting a curse towards him, which he dodged. I shot curse after curse at him before he to pulled his wand out. But he didn't curse me back, he just blocked them. After a while I became tired and lowered my wand, anger filling me. "I can't believe I actually started believing you. Come on then, you might as well kill me now that I've figured you out."
"What are you on about?" He asked; confusion all over his face.
"Malfoy! Stop pretending and get it over and done with." I screamed, tears once again beginning to fall down my cheeks. A lump rose in my throat and I struggled to get my words out. He seemed worried; he was just a good actor I thought. "I know you captured Hagrid, I got told the news just before I came here. I know you've killed all those people, why stand there and lie to me, what are you doing all this for?"
"Hermione, please." His voice actually sounded like he was begging and suddenly a sharp pain hit me. I struggled to breathe as I lent back against the wall. My heart ached so much I thought I would stop breathing completely. Draco hurried towards me immediately but before he could touch me the pain was gone and instead, I felt worried.
I looked into his eyes so confused that I couldn't find the words to speak. Tears were spilling from his eyes though he paid no attention to them. I was sure what I had just felt was his heart aching, but if it was, was what he was saying true?
I started shaking my head, unable to take everything in. "Did you or did you not tell Voldermort or the deatheaters how close Harry was to Hagrid?" I looked directly into his eyes; maybe I could tell if he was lying.
He looked down at his feet and immediately I was washed over by the feeling of regret, so I knew he had done it. "It was before Dumbledore's death, I didn't think they would do anything about it. I didn't say it in a way that suggested they should capture him."
"I was told you planned the whole thing and were in charge of the operation. Malfoy, they said you were more powerful than we can imagine and one day, you would be feared more than Voldermort."
Thirteen. Draco
So I was right…
I didn't know what to say anymore. When I finally thought I was getting through to her, she turns. I'm sure my heart ripped in two, and she felt it. I panicked, I thought maybe it had doubled for her and could kill her. Thank god she was ok and it seemed to have calmed her down, she must have known what it meant.
"More than Voldermort?" I asked. She just nodded her head. "I knew it; I knew what they had planned for me." I was overcome by fear beyond belief. If they wanted me to be the next Voldermort, there was no getting away from it. I didn't want to worry her at that time so said, "I knew they would try and set me up. Hermione you have to believe me, I have not killed anyone. There was no way that I had anything to do with the capture of Hagrid." Her body went limp and she collapsed into a sitting position on the floor. She un-tensed and stopped shaking, and I breathed. Was she started to believe me?
"Malfoy, I…"
"Please!" She looked up into my eyes, and I looked straight back at her. I didn't look away; I wanted her to see how I felt. I held all my feelings there in my eyes, and I knew she could feel them. I had cringed when she said Malfoy; it reminded me of my father. "Hermione, will you please call me Draco?" I added with a smile, an actual genuine smile. I, as Draco, not Damon, smiled, not smirked, at Hermione Granger. And she realised it. I didn't know how it could be possible but I was sure I could feel feelings quite like the ones she had for me when I was Damon, but stronger, more clear. It was as though there were no feelings for anyone else stopping these ones.
I stared at her, my mouth agape with shocked and she looked away. She knew I had felt it and she wanted to hide it. But I had been horrible to her for all those years, how could she have liked me? Then it started making a bit more sense. The anger that she felt, the anger towards me, when she had expressed it, she cried. How much she seemed to know about me, she must have paid attention to my actions to know it. I couldn't believe it. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy in love, could it possibly happen? I smirked at the thought.
She let out a loud, somewhat annoyed sigh. "Malfoy, would you stop it with that stupid, arrogant smirk." She said in annoyance. It would have hurt, had I not just felt her feelings towards me, and instead it made me laugh. And my laughter turning into crying.
I had no idea what was going on inside me but it was messed up, and I didn't like it. I was actually crying from happiness, how much of a whimp had I turned into?
"Oh come on Malfoy, I insulted you on a regular basis at Hogwarts. Are you telling me you can't take it anymore?"
I laughed. "Hermione, I know how you really feel towards me so you might as well just kiss me and get it over and done with." She looked insulted; she was very good at hiding it.
"Hmm…I think your short time as a ferret infected your brain if you seriously think that." She answered.
"I was in love with Damon, Malfoy, not you, Damon. I hated you, I hate you even more now, and I always will." That really hurt. "Oh stuff this I'll just tell you. Ok so I liked you at Hogwarts, don't ask me why. There was something about you. You constantly pissed me off and insulted me yet, there was something about you. There was no one like you at school; you were almost as clever as me." She said smiling. She was doing it on purpose, trying to hurt me as I had done to her because I could feel every word stabbing at her own heart, but I could feel it twice as hard, as it did the same thing to mine. I put my hand up to try and stop her, I could not take anymore. Suddenly her words turned to screams and she struggled to speak through the pain. "When you did that to Dumbledore, I cried for months. I cried through the grieving of Dumbledore, but I cried for even longer afterwards because of my disappointment. This thing we do, where we can feel each others feelings, is seriously pissing me off Malfoy. I used to feel it from you before you know? I think it's why I always liked you, because I knew you were taking things out on me because you were hurting so much."
"You could always feel what I felt?" I asked, stammering my hurt words.
"Yes I could. And if you had taken time to actually get to know me instead of hating me for no reason, like you have done now, you would have felt it long ago too. I was the one who always felt sorry for you when you would come to a lesson being so hurt you wanted to kill yourself. I was the one who had to go through not only my hurt but your hurt. And I was the one that could do nothing about it because I didn't know what it was, and I didn't know how to approach it. So don't tell me I love you because you can feel it, keep it bottled up. Deal with it on your own. Feel what it's like to have to hold in not only your love and hurt, but my love and hurt and anger as well."
She breathed deeply; she was becoming stronger because she did not cry this time. On the contrary, after her short breath she carried on, her voice a lot calmer. "I don't know how to go about this Malfoy. I can't turn you in, I just can't do it." Her eyes glazed over with tears at the thought of it; at least she cared a bit. "But you're in serious trouble and you'd probably be safer in the hands of the ministry and the Order. Don't look so shocked, I couldn't just take you into headquarters and announce your switch of sides. But…" She screwed her face up in concentration. If I wasn't still shook up thinking that she hated me, I would have found this cute. "I could help you out a bit for a while; find you somewhere else to stay." She added, looking disgustedly around her. "And after a while I'll let the order know. They'll trust you more knowing that I've been watching you for some time. Or they'll be extremely mad with me, but it's the only choice we have." She ended, talking more to herself than me. But I was happy; surely this meant spending more time with her.
I smiled widely, "thank you."
Fifteen. Hermione
I don't know what I was thinking coming out with an idea like that. I just knew I had to help. I've always known id be the one to help him, I couldn't deny that. I would tell the order soon though; I couldn't hide that from them. I just worried that they would turn him in straight away without giving him a chance.
Ok, so I had admitted to him that I liked him, I would get over those feelings. What he did to me was unforgivable. I filled up just thinking about it.
"Right, im going to go." He looked shocked and disappointed. "I'll come and see you tomorrow or something." I turned to leave but he grabbed my arm.
He looked straight into my eyes; his eyes were beautiful, not like they used to be; so full of anger and fear, very icy and uninviting. But now I could have got lost in them. "Hermione, I hope you think about that fact that I've told you this. I didn't have to really. I know it was completely wrong of me to do anyway but you wouldn't have helped me otherwise would you? I had to show you because I couldn't stand to hurt you, I knew it would, but the longer I left it the longer it would hurt. I had to know if you felt the same way, and im quite sure you do, even if you deny it. And please, don't try and forget about these feelings because I couldn't live with myself if I had made you do that. I love you and ill wait for you for as long as it takes, even if it takes forever."
I felt sick; I couldn't believe he was saying this to me. I was falling for him all over again and tears gushed down my face. "I can't hear this right now." I said as I ran all the way back to Hogwarts straight up to my bed, where I cried myself to sleep.
I'm not sure what time it was when I woke up, but when I opened my puffy eyes, it was to such a shock.
Fourteen. Draco
Just sleep…Go to sleep
She ran from the shed leaving me unable to move. My body was completely numb. I couldn't believe all that had happened over the past few hours, but as I thought about it it all came rushing back to me, and I cried.
I don't know what time I woke up but it was extremely early, it was still dark outside. I slept and had awoken with an idea, which I had a few hours to complete. I set off to work immediately, I was sure the idea was perfect.