Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER.
I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER.
I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER.
I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER.
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Since I got a ton of reviews (THANK YOU SO MUCH!), I decided to be nice and update before I leave. I don't really think this one's very good, but…here it is.
Sighing, Malfoy ran a hand through his hair. "Look, Granger, I kind of have a confession to make."
"What is it?" Hermione snapped.
"I, um, well…"
"Oh, spit it out already, will you?"
"Okay, okay, geez. Well, you know how that Brown girl and the rest of the school thinks I'm the Sex God or something? And how there are those rumors about me sleeping around with the whole school?"
Hermione nodded, a puzzled expression on her face.
"Er, well, I'm not."
"What?! Oh, ha ha, great joke, Malfoy. And next you're going to say you're a virgin too."
"Well, I kinda am."
"Malfoy, is there something wrong with you today? What about all the dozens of girls bragging about how good you are in bed? And what about that whore, Pansy Parkinson? She claimed she was your first."
"Well, it all started with Pansy, actually. Or rather, when I was stupid enough to ask her out. After we started dating, people kept asking her about having sex with me. She wanted me to do it too, but I didn't-I didn't think I could. So at the end, she just made it up. As for the other girls, I think it was because they got jealous. Then again, I don't understand the inner workings of a girl's brain, so I wouldn't know."
"Then why didn't you deny Pansy's words?" Hermione asked, curious.
"I kind of liked the attention, and it helped my reputation."
"Wait, so you've never ever had sex before? Malfoy nodded. "I mean, even Harry's done it with Ginny by now, and you're so much hotter then he-erm, I mean-"
It was too late. Malfoy smirked. "'I'm so much hotter'? Are you saying that you find me hot? That maybe you're just the teensiest bit attracted to me?"
Hermione's temper snapped. "Yes, I'm attracted to you, damn it! What sane girl wouldn't? You're smart, funny, and hot. You can actually be considerate when you want to be, and I'm starting to think that you actually have a heart." She paused, then added bitterly, "But you were always teasing my friends and me. I tried to ignore the attraction, tried to hide from it, but you'd always drift back into my mind. I love you and I hate you for it!"
She opened the door and ran out of the room.
Malfoy sat down heavily, his brain still digesting all the information Hermione had just dumped on him. Well, this is certainly a new development. So now what happens?
o.O.o
Friday night, the engagement was made public by none other than the new King and Queen of England. The announcement was broadcasted across the world, and the Daily Prophet had a full page dedicated to the story.
Malfoy got a ton of letter's the next day, congratulating him. But his fiancée was nowhere to be found. Even Ron and Harry, her two best friends, had not idea where she had gone. She wasn't in the library, nor was she in her room, or at any other place they had searched.
Immediately after breakfast, Draco went to the library to talk to Madam Pince. He knew from his schoolbooks that the library at Hogwarts had a lot of secret rooms, and only the librarian knew all of them. Since Hermione went to the library so often, it would only make sense that Madam Pince would show her some.
"Excuse me, Madam Pince?" Draco whispered.
"What do you want, boy? Oh, you're that boy."
"What boy?"
"The one Miss Granger's all upset about. I suppose you want to see her?" Draco nodded. "Well…she told me not to, but I've never seen her so upset. You'd best come with me, I suppose." She beckoned, and led Malfoy to one of the wall panels near the back of the library. She pulled out her wand, and tapped the honey-brown wood thrice, sending a single white spark out on the last tap. The spark immediately vanished into the wood, and a hidden door opened.
Behind it was a small room, complete with a wall of fiction novels, and a bright fire cast dancing shadows across the wooden floor. Sitting in a plush red chair was Hermione, reading a book.
She raised her head when she heard footsteps.
"Malfoy, what do you want?" Hermione snapped, clearly not welcoming his company. Madam Pince slipped out of the room, leaving the two teenagers to themselves. The door closed behind her.
Then Malfoy uttered what are possibly the four most dreaded words ever to be spoken. "We need to talk."
Sorry, another cliffhanger. So what do you think of the chapter?
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