Chapter 8: Do you like to see?

Capitulo VIII ¿te gusta mirar?

Hermione closed her book of Defense Against the Dark Arts and standing from the chair, leaned to put it inside her back pack. She closed the zipper and when she was about to hang it on her elbow she saw a little rolled parchment near one of the desk's leg. Hermione took a look of her surroundings to be sure that no one was observing her and furtively pick up the paper keeping it in her hand. Leaning a bit more to hide her hands, Hermione nervously unfolded the parchment and she could read some words: "Third door, near the painting of the dogs playing chess, in the left corridor of the fifth floor. In 20 minutes." Hermione turned the note but there was nothing more, no one signed it. Who wrote it? It was sent to her or she had founded it for accident? Hermione didn't know why but she knew it was for her. She bit her low lip thinking on the message. Whoever had wrote that note must be in the class in that very moment and know what she was going to do in the next free hour. She look around to find someone looking at her suspiciously but everyone was busy picking up their things and some like Malfoy, Parkinson and Zabinni were already leaving the class. It was clear that if she wanted to know who had sent the note and what he or she wanted, she must go to the appointment. Could it have been Dewey? Hermione observed him but the boy didn't act in a suspicious way that confirmed her theory and in the other hand, his letter didn't look like the one in the note.

Hermione? – a voice called her. Abruptly, Hermione hid the note in her backpack's pocket before hanging it in her shoulders and face Ron – Harry and I are going to see Hagrid, are you coming?

Er… mmm… no… I can't… because… I have to go to the library – she invented – to search for a work for professor Vector. But say hi from me… we… see you in Herbology, bye.

And before Harry or Ron could say something, the girl was leaving the class. Hermione accelerate her step while she was leaving the dungeons looking her watch, it had passed five minutes since she received the note. While she was heading the third floor, she tighten her fists to stop the trembling and nervousness that was filling her stomach, scolding herself for attending to the appointment. She didn't know who had called her or what he or she wanted and besides she had lied to her friends and didn't know why. More than once she felt the necessity to turn away and leave to Hagrid's cabin, but finally she found herself in the fifth floor counting the doors until she found the third one that was situated near a painting were some dogs were sleeping and snoring beneath a chess table. She stopped there, watching both endings of the corridor if someone came from there, but time passed and no one came. She examined her watch for fourth time, seeing that it was already many minutes late from the hour. Feeling completely stupid she decided to go and join Ron and Harry but just then she hear a noise behind the door in which she waited, maybe the one that had CITAR her was waiting inside. The girl closed her eyes for a moment and breath deeply before opening it. Hermione felt as if a MAZO had hit her when she saw the two persons inside the empty room. Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy were resting in the wall, he hold the girl's chin and they were kissing as if their lives depended on it.

Hermione let out a stifled moan and wanted to run away from there before they could see her, but she wasn't able to move and her hand felt numbed in the handle of the door. A silly laugh made her realized that Parkinson and Malfoy had broken apart and were looking at her. The girl with a malicious smile of superiority as if she was convinced that Hermione would love to be in her place, and the boy, with sufficiency and mockery.

Do you like to see Granger? – asked the boy with evil. In that moment Hermione felt she had regained the control over her body and killing them both with her gaze she closed the door with fury, leaving them alone. She left with big steps with the energy that fury gave her, she didn't remember of being that furious since… never… what the hell was happening? Who had had interest of her finding those two snogging? It must have been one of them, but why? The only thing they've achieved was that she felt ridiculous, ashamed and furious… was she feeling… jealous? She saw again and again the image of Malfoy holding the Slytherin's chin and kissing her with passion… she hoped that won't affect her or at least it will make her sick… but not that sensation that was burning her from the inside. She wanted to slap them both, or better, throw them a Bat-bogey Hex that had made Ginny very famous or even use a Petrificus on them… she was so deep in her thoughts that she forgot to jumped the fake step and fall to the floor feeling even more stupid. When she tried to stand, she noticed that one of her feet was trapped and that make her want to cry of rage or laugh hysterically. To finish the tale, when she looked up, Malfoy was leaning seductively near the stairs. He had the head tilted to one side with some locks of blond hair falling in his pale face and cold eyes; a sarcastic smirk on it.

- Didn't they told you that spying is not very polite Granger? – asked Draco looking at her without erasing his ironic smirk – because if you do so, maybe you'll see things you would've prefer not to.

- Don't be ridiculous – she spit with bitterness while she tried to free her foot unsuccessfully – I wasn't spying you Malfoy, and of course, it wasn't my intention to find your hideout…

- Now you know where I take my conquers, would you like to be one of them Granger? – she asked with sickly-sweet voice while he descend the stairs. The girl started to feel more nervous and pulled her foot until it hurt, avoiding to look at him and determined to ignore him.

- You don't answer bookworm? – he insisted reaching her and kneeling to be at the girl's height. Hermione pressed her lips forcefully not wanting to cry, she felt pathetic, furious and deeply unhappy, she only wanted to run away, but she was trapped near the person who she hated the most.

- You don't dare to look at me? You are afraid to betray yourself? – he continued calmly, examining her with his gaze – would you like to take Pansy's place? Would you like me to kiss you… Hermione? – he whispered near Hermione's ear. A couple of tears escaped from the girl's eyes, who cleaned them quickly with shaky hands. With each word Malfoy said she felt more tears in her eyes and wanted to disappear, she felt humiliated and pathetic… and at the same time tense and aware of the proximity of the Slytherin's body to hers and she experimented a sensation of desire until that moment unknown… what was she waiting with desperation? That he would… kiss her?

- You are not ugly – he continued whispering with sweet voice near her ear – the only problem is… - he turned her face toward Hermione until they were only few centimeters apart – that… - the breath that escaped from his lips licked the girl's – you make me sick mudblood… - he finished turning his lips into a grimace. Hermione saw him with tearful eyes and by some instants they only observed each other in silence. Just in that moment, Hermione managed to free his foot and raising abruptly she turned and left running threw the stairs between sobs and tears. Draco stayed there, immobile no signs of his disdain look, observing the spot in which the girl had disappeared, in fact, in that moment he looked like an unlucky and downhearted boy, someone perhaps… tortured.

-Draco...- called him a female voice from the top of the staircase. He reacted to this voice changing his face and adopting an expression of arrogance and satisfaction. The one who climbed the stairs to join the girl, was an authentic Malfoy.

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Hermione entered to the Common Room still running and without stopping to see who was there. In fact, the tears didn't let her see anything, only vague blurred images that guided her not to stumble into something. She heard a couple of voices that were calling her, but she didn't stopped and climbed the stairs that led to the girl's dormitories. She opened the door and after closing it she throw herself to the bed hiding her wet face in her arms. It had been so long or maybe her whole life, since she had felt that unfortunate. Again and again Malfoy's words came to her mind: "You make me sick mudblood" and his grimace… it wasn't the first time he talk to her like that but until that moment she hadn't gave importance to his comments or at least she had denied it to herself. But not now…

If she made him sick then why he hadn't left her in the lake? Was there really a moment in which he hold her in his arms or were they just hallucinations of her weak state? She didn't understand Malfoy or herself. Lately everything that he said, even that he looked at her when they met at the corridors affected and disturbed her. She piled up every look and every word, and that comfort her in the inside, what does that meant?

Bookworm, he used to say, she had answers for everything but she felt completely ignorant when it was about him and that disturbed her. Definitely Malfoy made her nervous… and for the moment, that was all she was sure of.

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Draco observed Hermione while she entered the class of Defense Against the Dark Arts with the head down following Potter and Weasley. The girl had her eyes fixed on the floor and her messy brown her covered her face, but the Slytherin could see her swollen eyes, as if she hadn't slept or cried the whole night. Pansy, sit by his side, also perceived it and in his face appeared a malicious smile. Draco force himself to put the usual smirk he used instead of a smile and fixed his eyes in the Gryffindor while she sat with her friends.

- Poor Granger – said Pansy in a loud voice making sure that everybody was able to hear her from over the tumult of students sitting and entering the class – you looked as if you passed the night crying, does your foot hurts?

Draco had to bit his lips to stop himself of shutting Pansy's mouth. Everyone in the room turned to see Hermione, who only sink more in her seat as if she wanted to disappear. The hair covered her face but by the slight tremble that agitated her shoulders, Malfoy knew that the girl was crying and for his concern he didn't felt happy for that.

Pansy looked Draco proud of herself waiting a smile of satisfaction from him and for second time he fake a smirk slightly similar to a smile that made the Slytherin let out a soft laugh. Then, he turned his eyes to the Gryffindor and a strange thought crossed the boy's mind, he found himself asking how his laugh will sound like. As if Hermione had felt the boys eyes in his back, she turned slowly and unsure meeting with his gaze. Even though she returned quickly to face the front, during the few seconds their eyes met, Draco could read in hers pain by the tears and he knew she was crying because of him.

Malfoy felt a horrible sensation expanding inside him, angry with himself he crumple a piece of parchment until his knuckles turned white and the silver ring inlayed in his skin. For the rest of the class, he could barely hear Snape, he couldn't move his eyes from Granger and when he perceived a slight tremble from her thin body or he heard her sniffs, he felt a bitter sensation in his throat, as if every second he looked at her, his interest in life was dying. He wanted to leave, stop looking at her, take her out of his mind… but that seemed impossible.

Pansy observed him a bit concerned and surprised by the boy's behavior that barely answered when she talked to him and was a little bit serious. She asked several times what happened to him, but he didn't answer, he only looked with irritation at her for a few seconds and then she forgot about her again.

When finally Snape ended the class, Draco couldn't ignore the fact that Hermione preferred to make a detour to exit the class before being near him, and not knowing why, that made him felt disappointed.

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Hey

Here you have the next part hahaha do you liked Draco's plan of revenge? Personally, if I were Hermione and found him in that situation, I'll probably leave too but I will close with a slam and if he followed me, I'll kick his butt XD but he was very cruel once more… the poor Hermione is always having bad times because of him, but the problem is that when Draco hurts her it appears that he hurts himself too… what does that means?

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Hey! Well… I updated soon because I had time to translate. Thank you for the reviews. I'll try too put soon another chapter. Kisses! Lola.