by Chelsea
don't really know what you mean...And, yeah, did you update
your story, or is it complete?
allan-Hey, person, I try to update whenever I can, but it's
hard, okay?
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"Hermione? Are you okay?" came Draco's voice. So he's the
one I tripped over, Hermione thought.
"No. You ruined my life, Draco!" she shrieked, still
openly sobbing.
"W-what?" he asked.
"You ruined my life. Harry hates me. I just broke with
him because I'm in love with his worst enemy. Ron's going
to hate me. I fell in love with his kidnapper, for God's
sake! My two best friends, and now they hate me. It's
because of you!" she cryed. Draco was silent. He pulled
her close and leaned her against the tree, hoping to
comfort her.
"You know what, Draco? I hate you. And I love you. I
hate loving you."
"I know. How do you think I feel? I've gone out with half
the female population at Hogwarts, trying to find a
replacment for you. I can't love my worst enemy's best
friend! And, you're Muggle-born. How do you think my
father feels about this?"
"I understand what you mean, but I still hate you, Draco."
"That's all right. As long as you love me, I don't care.
You know when you slapped me in our third year?" Hermione
nodded. "That was probably the happiest moment of my entire
life, up until now. You had actually *touched* me. Not in
the preferred way, but you still had made contact with my
skin, and that was all that mattered to me. You have no
idea how happy I was that I had just been slapped."
Hermione giggled at the irony of it, and then a thought
occured to her.
"Why are you always so mean to me, then? If you love me so
much?" she challanged.
"I have thought of that for a long time. Maybe I was just
flirting with you, and I didn't know it."
Hermione tried to think of another reason of how Draco
could be lying to her, but failed. He was telling the
truth, then. She scooted closer to him, and he noticed.
"Have you changed your mind about me, then? Decided that
I'm not just dirty scum?"
"Not quite. I need some proof." Hermione said.
"How about this?" Draco asked, then leaned in and kissed
her on her cheek. She gasped, and put her hand on her
cheek where fireworks were exploding. She was speechless,
but ony for a moment.
"Well, actually, I was thinking soemthing more like this."
Hermione brushed her lips against Draco's, making even more
fireworks. It was Draco's turn to be shocked. He pulled
her even closer, hugging her shoulders.
High above, Harry was watching from the Gryffindor common
room window. He knew now that by not forgiving Hermione,
she was gone forever, no longer his. He watched as she
kissed Draco, and snuggled up close to him. Harry still
was failing to believe the events that had happened in the
past week. Ron had been kidnapped and Hermione had fallen
for the culprit, Draco Malfoy. It was too much for him to
grasp.
"How could you, Hermione? I love you. Why did you fall
for him?"
He instantly knew the answer. It was said impossible to
resist falling for Malfoy. Harry didn't want Hermione to
get hurt. He knew that Malfoy merely used girls for his
pleasure, then threw them away like some kind of toy.
"If you do that to Hermione, Malfoy, I'll kill you. I
swear it on my parents' grave. I love her and she will not
get hurt by you."