A/N: Hey there, you guise! Okay. I know that I haven't updated for a long LONG time. I am so sorry for this. I just got caught up with so much work that I nearly forgot about my fanfictions! Okay. I swear to update more this time. I am so sorry for everything. So, here's chapter 6 and I hope you guys like it

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HERMIONE'S POV

It was one of those weekends where I sat on my bed, studying. Unfortunately, my confrontation with Pansy Parkinson last night kept on creeping inside my mind. I always said to myself that Pansy Parkinson is just being Pansy Parkinson. But, what we talked about last night was the one troubling me. In regular days, my confrontation with Pansy Parkinson will only be about my physical appearance which – according to her – resembles a chipmunk. The thought of the confrontation last night sent me chills. It was about Malfoy and for some reason; the sound of his name makes me shiver. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. I returned back to reading my Charms book when the door to the girls' dorm opened. Ginny entered the room in her usual 'cardigan and skirt' attire.

"Hey Mione" Ginny called out "Harry and Ron wants to see you"

I stared at my unfinished paper work then I sighed "Tell them I'll be down in a minute, alright?"

Ginny smiled then she exited the room, closing the door behind her. I gathered my books and the stack of papers beside me to my bedside table. I climbed out of bed then glared at myself through the mirror. Due to my never-ending thoughts about the huge confrontation, I didn't get much sleep last night. I raked my hair with my fingers and I let out a satisfied sigh. This looks well and proper enough. I walked out the door and into the common room. As to no surprise, the common room was empty except for Ron and Harry who sat on the velvet couch overlooking the fire place. Their heads snapped up in unison when they heard my footsteps.

"I was busy you know?" I groaned

Ron shrugged "You're always busy"

I raised a brow "What's this about?"

Harry smiled unexpectedly "Do you want to watch Quidditch practice today?"

I frowned "Quidditch practice?"

"Harry and I need to practice since we've already been missing out for these past few days. We don't really want you to be all alone in the common room indulging in homework all day" Ron looked at Harry then back to me "So, you up?"

"Alright, fine" I sighed "Just because I need to get my mind off homework and Malf-"I stopped midway

Harry raised a brow "And what?"

"Nothing" I managed to stammer

The Quidditch pitch was –as always- already filled with the players and their flying broomsticks. They were zooming all around the pitch like jet planes. The sight of the zooming broomsticks sent me a little lightheaded.

"Hey Hermione, you seem a little sick, you okay?" Harry asked, his hand on my shoulder

I shrugged "I'm jolly"

Ron and Harry looked at each other then back at me. They were staring at me and so I spoke "What is it?"

"You seem rather off these past few days" Ron spoke "Is there something bothering you?"

I shook my head "No, nothing at all"

"You know, you can tell us anything, Mione" Harry gave a reassuring nod "We'll be able to help"

I tried my best to smile "No really, I'm fine. You need to get going now. The team is nothing without you two"

Ron pursed his lips "Are you sure-"

I rolled my eyes "I'm great, go on now. Shoo! I'll be in the stand watching, alright?"

Harry and Ron smiled back then with that they hopped on their broomsticks and sent off through the pitch with the others. I made my way to the stand where the Gryffindors usually stayed. In my way over there though, I caught sight of a familiar blonde man sitting on the patches of grass near the Gryffindor stand. For some reason, these past few days I've been running over Malfoy in the most random places. I made my way to the Gryffindor stand, doing my best to hide myself from him. But, it all ended when a female squeaky voice called out my name "Oh look. It's Granger"

I sighed in defeat then turned to the spot where I saw Malfoy to find out who the source was. It ended up being Pansy Parkinson. Oh joy

She was standing next to Malfoy, who was too pre-occupied by the practice to even turn to my direction. Pansy had her annoying grin on her face that I really despised. Malfoy finally looked at me with his sharp grey eyes. I couldn't help but shiver. Parkinson, now only a few steps away from me, decided to make fun of me yet again.

"Go away, Parkinson" I said in annoyance "I'm not up for any of your games right now"

Parkinson snorted "Why? Did my huge 'speech' last night trouble you, eh Granger?"

"Again, Parkinson. I am not in the mood for your insults right now. So, if you'll excuse me-"

Before I even took a step forward, Pansy Parkinson was already in front of me her arms crossed. She glared at me with those awfully annoying eyes. In most times, I would have thought about pulling her eyeballs of its sockets but right now I felt too queasy.

"Get out of my way, Parkinson" I huffed

She shook her head then she grinned "Have you thought about it?"

"About what?" I asked, annoyed

"About what I said last night" Parkinson looked behind her where Malfoy sat. He was watching the team practice but from the look of his face, he was deeply thinking about something. I turned my focus on Parkinson again. "I had and I realized I don't like him, Parkinson. Does that answer your question?"

Of course, that was a lie. I mean, I think I don't like him. No, I know I don't like him. But, the thought of me being in denial had casually scrolled through my mind several times so as far as I know, I'm still confused and clueless. A bunch of bollocks, I know

Pansy Parkinson didn't look taken aback at all. Instead, she was still standing there in front of me with her awful grin. Then, she spoke "You know that's a lie, Granger"

I narrowed my eyes at her "I know what I feel and I know I have no feelings for Malfoy whatsoever. And why are you making such a big deal out of this? What if I do like him? What does that have to do with you?"

Wait. What if I do like him? Hermione Granger, what are you thinking? I imagined myself banging my head on a brick wall repeatedly until I forget about what I had said. Parkinson raised a brow "As I said last night, I like competition. You're chipmunk face is barely a competition obviously but then again, no one in this school has actually showed their feelings towards Malfoy except for you. Probably not in a flirtatious kind of way but with just those looks in your eyes and the way your face seems to light up everytime he's in a room shows enough."

I froze. Do I really do that? Am I so unaware of my actions that I've done something so obviously stupid? Then, I remembered my frequent staring and how I actually went out with Malfoy. Well, the whole Hogsmeade visit was a deal he made with me so I guess that doesn't count. But, what if I said yes not because I wanted to change Potions partners but because I actually wanted to go out with him? The thought is stupid and weird but what if?

"Hermione Jean Granger, get a hold of yourself" I thought "You went out with him only because you want him rid off and not because you wanted to be with him. Get this in your head, Hermione!"

I grunted in response "Get the bloody hell away from me, Parkinson!"

Pansy Parkinson didn't move. She still stood there, staring at me with those eyes and that grin. From the corner of my eye, I saw Malfoy stand up and look in our direction "Pansy!" he called out

Parkinson glared at Malfoy then back at me "See you later, Granger" and with that, she followed Malfoy who was already halfway away from the Pitch. Before, I headed up to the stand I took one last glance at him and my heart skipped a beat when I realized he was looking at me too

A/N: Chapter 6 is done! Okay. I am going to apologize again because I had kept you guys waiting for SO long. I am so sorry! Ok. I hope you guys forgive me. I love you guys! I'll be working on the next chapter now which will probably be uploaded by this week. Ok. Byeee

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