chapter 10
(A.N.- sorry this chapter might have a little more bad grammar and spelling than usual , especially punctuation because i don't have spelling or grammar check anymore and without it im helpless. also sorry i haven't be writing in so long ive been grounded since august 2012 and its now march 2013 sooooo yeah.. im still sorta grounded but might be able to write some more soon sorry this one will be really short but the nect will be much longer i promis soooo enjoy please and comment! for every comment i get i will write another chapter for you!)
It took Malfoy a few moments for him to register that the kiss was over, and a little bit longer to realize that the stinging pain in his left cheek was from being slapped by Hermione. when his brain finally stared working again and he realized what had just happened he could literally feel his face turning red with embarrassment and anger.
How dare she slap him after he graced the damn mud blood with a kiss! what right did she have to do that? trying to control his temper from rising anymore he looked into her eyes and what he saw made his subconscious quiver with self disgust. there were tears in Hermione's eyes and she was physically shaking.
"How Dare You Malfoy!" she yelled at him.
"I didn't-" he started but she interrupted him before he could finish.
"What? Your not done making fun of me yet? As if that wasn't bad enough!?"
tears streaming down her face Hermione ran out of the class room leaving the whole classes eyes and attention on him. now Malfoy was really angry, only more so at himself than anyone else. this was his fault. he had been over confident and rash and he regretted it. Unlike most of his problems he couldn't just have his dad talk to someone and fix his problems for him. He was in the soup and there was no easy solution.
realizing that now he had the classes full attention, including that of an extreamlly annoying red headed git he took in his surroundings. the Professor looked astounded and miffed that their class had been interrupted and was giving Malfoy a very disapproving look. he sighed and ran his hands through his hair. his eyes connected with potters who shook his head and glanced at the door as if giving him a signal to just leave. Malfoy took the hint and stormed out of the room.
Fuck, just fuck. i didn't mean to make her cry like that. he thought to himself. but then again what do i care? i shouldn't care at all. she is nothing to me! but he couldn't convince himself. he couldn't believe this. why him? why her? why anything at all? what a cruel joke it must be for the prince of slytherin to be concerned about the well being of a filthy mud blood princess of Gryffindor?
a cruel joke indeed...