by Chelsea
about Harry for one day. She couldn't forget about him.
She loved him. She couldn't just forget about him.
Right now, however, it seemed very possible to forget about
Harry. Forever. Permanently.
Had someone told her one week ago that she would fall
in love with Draco Malfoy, she would have waved him or her
off with a laugh! If they told her she would fall in love
with him, wearing nothing but a bra, underwear, and a
miniskirt on a date that he wanted for ransom of kidnapping
Ron, she would have knocked them out and hoped that they
regained control of their thoughts after they regained
consciousness. But, it was one hundred percent true. She
would recognize the signs anywhere. She had fallen head
over heels in love with Draco Malfoy.
Realizing she had been staring into his eyes for the
past five minutes, getting ever closer, she blinked and ran
back to her dressing room. Hermione threw on her shirt and
sweater and ran straight back to the castle, ignoring Draco
calls that he loved her. Upon entering, she ran directly
to her dormitory, trying not to cry.
A moment afterward, Harry threw open the door, sat
down on her bed beside Hermione, and asked, "What
happened? Did he hurt you?"
"No. I'm fine, Harry." She was talking physically only,
for inside, her heart was now officially in knots.
"But, you look terrible. Not offensively, of course,
but you're hair's all knotty and your face is flushed. He
didn't try to..."
"No, Harry."
"Who was it, then?"
"Draco Malfoy. I-it was Draco." Mer voice shook as
she answered.
"Malfoy? I swear, I'm gonna kill-"
"Don't." Hermione interupted quietly.
"What?" Harry asked as he replaced the murderous look
on his face with one of caring.
"Don't hurt Draco. It's not his fault I lo-I mean he
loves me. You know what I'm talking about, don't you?"
Her voice was full of pleading, "You can't help it when or
how or...who, can you? It's never your fault, is it?"
With a drop of his stomach, Harry realized what she
was talking about. "You don't mean that you...I mean, you
can't have, he's my worst...But, Hermione, you can't
possibly mean that you..." It was Harry's voice that was
begging now.
"I didn't mean to. I couldn't...It wasn't my..."
"Fault. So...that means you...fell out of l-love with
me?" His voice stuttered on 'love', "You don't love me
anymore, do you? You love...him."
"Yes." Hermione whispered, tears now streaming down
her face. She laid down on her pillow and wept. She
couldn't hold it anymore. It was all too much for her.
She felt the bed lift as Harry got up. The door opened and
then shut as he left, leaving her there, feeling sorry for
herself.
"Stop, Hermione! I love you! Please! Stop!" He knew
it was useless, but he kept running anyway. You never
notice how out of shape you are until you have to chase the
woman you love, huh? he thought sarcastically. It was
true, however; Hermione was much faster than he. He had
observed her running laps of the lake every morning.
A group of Slytherin sixth years saw him running, and
saw who he was running after, and started laughing like
hyenas. Their laughing progessed into teasing when they
heard what he was yelling. One bold girl stepped toward
him and said, "Since when have you loved anyone you dated?
You're just in it for the sex! I should know!" The rest
of the group stopped laughing and stared at her, then
started asking her questions. Draco had ignored them
completely, not caring anymore.
Soon he stopped yelling, and a moment later he quit
running. He walked back to the castle in complete silence,
drowning in thoughts of Hermione. He sat under a tree upon
entering the grounds, closing his eyes and trying to think
of what he would tell Hermione. He knew he should
apoligize, but he had yet to know what he did wrong. Draco
was trying to think of one word for person that kidnaps the
woman he loves' best friend and wants her for his ransom,
and on their date agrees to watch her model bras in front
of him and then touching her back while trying to fasten a
clasp, then falls in love with her all over when he looks
at her from the front and runs after her yelling that he
loves her when someone tripped over his feet. He looked at
the person and saw it was Hermione.