Chapter Four:The Hoildays
(A/N) You guys are really going to hate me for this chapter..
Draco's POV
I awoke with a smile as I remembered the last night and all of yesterday. If someone had told me a couple of years ago that I would be seeing Golden Girl of Gryffinidor, Harry Potter's right hand girl, I would have laughed until I couldn't breathe. Even now I couldn't believe it was happening. I smiled as I climbed out of bed and down to the Great Hall, completely ignoring Pansy on my way.
I then remembered what today was and I smiled. 'Today is the day that Draco Malfoy will disappear.' I thought. I'd get to live with Hermione until the holidays and maybe longer. It was all becoming a good day for me. I smiled. This was the most I'd smiled since, well, ever.
As soon as I walked down the stairs, I was shoved into an empty classroom by no one other than Hermione Granger, herself.
"Hello, love." I said. She blushed but I knew from experience that she had that 'I'm here to do business' look on her face, so I knew that this was no snog in an empty classroom moment. Oh well, maybe that would come later.
"You remember what today is?" I nodded. "You remember where we're going to meet?" Again I nodded. "You-" This time I cut her off by placing my finger on her lips.
"Calm down. I know. I remember. It's alright. Don't panic. Breathe." I told her. Trying my hardest to calm her down. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain come shoot up my finger. "OW!" I said. "You bit me!" She smiled.
"That's for interrupting me. And I'm glad that you know. Goodbye." She said. She turned to leave but I grabbed her wrist. "What?" She said as she turned around.
"Don't I get a goodbye kiss?" I said with a pout.
"Gosh you are so needy!" She said with a smile. But she kissed me anyway. Before walking away. A couple of minutes later I walked out behind her. Only to be punched, I hit the floor and looked at the person that had hit me. I found no other than Fred Weasley.
"What was that for?!" I said, now angry that was of the Weasel twins had hit me.
"What are you doing coming out of an empty classroom with Hermione?" Fred asked me as calm as possible. His eyes, however said a whole different story, one wrong answer and I'd suffer a fate worse than being turned into a ferret.
Before I was answered I was interrupted by an angel. My Hermione.
"What are you doing, Fred Weasley! Did you punch him?! Oh Fred, I thought you knew better than that." She said. I watched as Fred blushed either at Hermione's compliment or being caught.
"Well Mudblood," I said picking myself up off the floor, and dusting my robes off. After all I did have a part to play. I ingored Fred glaring at me and Hermione's glare."I was walking out of this here classroom and Fred Weasley hit me then again accusing me of being in an empty classroom with you." Hermione laughed.
"Fred Weasley, why must you delude yourself into thinking such false things? Like I would ever go into an empty classroom with that ferret. Come on now, Fred." She hissed. Fred looked sheepishly at her before following her into the Great Hall.
I didn't show it but her words actually hurt. It was like she was calling me unattractive. Her laughter was cold and it didn't sound like her at all. What if I've really screwed up? What if she doesn't want to ever talk to me again? It's for the best I suppose, she doesn't need me. And I don't deserve her. She'll find someone better. Me interferring with her life will put her in more danger than she already is. I should just call it quits now. Go back to the way things were. After all, I've probably ruined her trust in me anyway. She probably doesn't even want to talk to me ever again.' I walked into the Great Hall with my head held high and headed straight toward the Slytherin table. I didn't act as though anything had happened between Hermione and me. But her words still remained in my head. I wrote her a note telling her my thoughts and sent it to her.
Hermione's POV
How could he do that to me? I thought we were over the childish name calling? Could he be changing his mind about wanting out of the life his father choose for him? Could he really just be playing me? I willed myself not to cry as I sat down at the Gryiffindor table. I was aware that Fred was watching me the whole time, I suppose he was trying to see if I was lying to him earlier or not. I started a conversation with Ginny in order to try and forget.
The whole conversation was about Harry. I nodded and entered in my thoughts when she asked but other than that I was so caught up in my thoughts that I wasn't into the conversation and I didn't notice the note that sat right in front of me until Ginny said something about it. I looked down and noticed that it was from Draco. I placed it in my pocket daring not to read it at the dinner table. I had my supisions as to what this letter was about. If he is asking me to forget the time we spent together well, I won't be able to do that and I refuse to.
I stood up ingoring everyone's questions and hurried left the Great Hall. I didn't let the tears fall until I reached the Room of Requirement. I read his letter.
Hermione,
You were right. Everyone deserves a second chance. But I don't think I do. I'm cancelling our plans. And I'm breaking up with you. For this I'm sorry, I shouldn't have drug it one for so long. The words I told weren't a lie. You did save me. But I just can't keep pretending to be something I'm not. I'm not good, Hermione. Burn the letters and earse me from your memory.
-Draco
I was right. That BASTARD! My tears streamed freely.
Draco's POV
I played it like I didn't care that I'd hurt Hermione each time I saw her. But when I was alone I let the agony show. I'd hurt her and I truly was an ass. I started paying more attention to Pansy than what I normally did. She was flattered by the attention. Blaise, who had known that there was a girl that I had been crazy about but had no clue who it was, had questioned me as to why I was spending so much time around Pansy. But two could play at that game. My heart fell to the floor when she started sitting by Fred Weasley. I didn't want to know if there was a relationship between them but I prayed that there wasn't. She laughed at one of his jokes as did the rest of the Gryffinidor table. I noticed not once did she look toward me or toward our table at all.
That was until Pansy walked over to her.
Hermione's POV
I had done like Draco asked and burnt all the notes that we had wrote to one another. As well as his cowardly note. I laughed at the memory but played it off as I was laughing at one of the jokes that Fred said. I really was beginning to see what every other girl liked in Fred. He was funny, cute, and sweet. Plus, he wouldn't betray me like Draco did. Not that anyone knew of what used to be us. I looked up and saw Pansy walking toward me. I prepared myself for some sort of insult but it surprised me when she did the exact oppisite.
"Granger, um, will you help me with someone?" She asked me. I blinked in shock. I just nodded in fear that my voice would give out. I got up and walked with her to the end of the hall. "It's Draco." She said.
"What about him?" I asked. "You already have his attention. Once you have that it should be easy." I said.
"Well, I know that you know how to make people like me look prettier. So, I was wondering if you could help me out. I mean I know that we don't exactly like one another, but I would be very grateful for your help. I really like him. And I don't know what to do. I mean everything I've tried in the past few years has failed. Please, help me." She said in one breath. I began to wonder for her mental stablity and for her lung capicaty. Where in the world did she keep all that air?
"I'll help." I said. She squealed surprising the whole Great Hall and drawing attention to herself and me. She hugged me. I was shocked but still hugged her back. Gasps erupted around the room. A Slytherin hugging a muggle-born Gryffinidor was in common.
"THANK YOU. THANK YOU! I so owe you big time!" She said, finally releasing me from her iron grip. I smiled.
"Your welcome." She turned to walk away. "Oh and Pansy," she turned back around, "Be yourself. Most boys like that." I said. She nodded and sat back down next to Draco. I shook my head. I can't believe that I just agreed to help Pansy in getting with my not so long ago ex. I smiled, I really was getting over him. I sat back down. "So Fred, what's up?" I asked.
The conversation after that was in full swing mainly about what Pansy wanted. But I wasn't going to answer. That information, I was keeping to myself. This was going to be interesting.
When I was leaving the Great Hall, Pansy caught up to me.
"Um, I was wondering when you were going to teach me? Like how can we work it out?" She asked me. Looking at me uncertain.
"Hmm. Well I don't have any plans for the rest of the day. So I guess I could start today?" I said. She nodded.
"Um, this is going to sound weird but I asked my parents and they said that if you wanted me to that I could stay over at your house." At this point I nearly fainted.
"Sure." I said. "Pansy?" She looked at me. "Do your parents know what I am? Like my blood status?" I questioned her. She laughed.
"Yeah they know. Chill. They don't care. So can I?" She asked.
"Yeah. I'll talk to my parents." I said. I had talked to my parents and told them that Draco had changed his mind but if it was okay if I had another friend over. They said yes. On the train, I told Pansy. We both walked to our own compartments.
Draco's POV
After Pansy's incident in the Great Hall with Hermione I began to wonder what it was that she wanted from her. And why she'd came into the compartment late. When she walked in I was about to ask but, Blaise beat me to it.
"Why are you coming in so late? Having an affair with someone we don't know about? Or are you just becoming good friends with Golden Girl?" He asked her.
"Shut up." Pansy said. "I asked her for help on something and she agreed to help me." I looked shocked. I thought that after I broke up with her she would be raving with jealously over the time I was spending with Pansy. But she was actually helping her with something?! This was getting to weird.
"Help with what exactly?" Goyle asked.
"That information is none of your business." Pansy said looking at Goyle as though he had grown three heads. I laughed.
"Is it mine?" I asked her, tilting my head to the side, letting my hair fall in my face. Pansy's face didn't show anything.
"I don't know if I should tell you or not. After all Blaise tells me that you've been spending time with a girl. So, why should my matters concern you?" She asked me. I was shocked. I was so used to Pansy following me around and answering my questions immediately. She wasn't falling for it. I wonder if Hermione had anything to do with that.
"They shouldn't. But they do when it includes you spending time with Hermione Mudblood Granger." I said. Pansy's eyes flashed.
"Not everything about me you have to know! And I can spend time with anyone I fucking please and I sure as hell don't need your permission to do so!" Pansy said. Our mouths fell open. Pansy had never talked to me that way. Hermione Granger was defendly rubbing off on her. She was already cussing me out like a pro. I smiled.
"Pansy." I said. She looked, or rather glared, at me. "You're completely right. You don't need my permission to do anything. But it would be rather nice to know why you're spending time with someone that we have hated for years?" I said with a smile. I was beginning to like this new Pansy. This Pansy had fire.
"Well, she's rather nice. And she's convinced me of somethings that I should have seen earlier." She said.
"What?" Goyle asked.
"That I was tired to being someone who sat by and let myself be walked on." I blinked. I was unaware that we walked on her so much, oh well. With that the conversation ended and we neared the train station.
(A/N: Please don't be to mad with me. Draco was bound to screw up somewhere. It was going good then like most relationships went spirling downhill fast. Draco didn't actually intend on joining Voldemort, just being a spy for Dumbledore you know like Snape.)
