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All I Ever Wanted by Malfoys_No1_Girl
Chapter 15 : Is It Love?
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Author's Notes: Yay, new chapter!! Hope you all like it, some elements of the story should start coming together now for you guys :)


Is It Love?

Spring was creeping ever closer and Hermione, Ron and Harry began to take their lunches outside, soaking in the much-missed sunlight. During one particularly warm February afternoon, Hermione decided it was time to put her plan into action. She stood, clearing her throat to interrupt Ron and Harry’s conversation about Quidditch.

“I am in love with Draco Malfoy.” The statement had the exact effect she wanted. Harry’s face contorted in shock and rage while Ron jumped up, his face flushed a bright, fuming red. She had to struggle to keep the smile off her face. This was going to work perfectly.

* * *

Draco paced in front of the Great Hall doors. He had royally messed up a golden opportunity to get close to the Mudblood again. There has to be some way to...wait, I’ve got an idea. With a smug smirk on his face he strode into the Great Hall where dinner was in full swing. Sauntering over to the Gryffindor table, he cleared his throat. “Hermione,” he said in a loud, clear voice that carried over the conversations already taking place, “we need to talk. I was a fool before not to accept what you said earlier.” He hesitated in confusion at the way Potter and Weasley started to get out of their seats beside her, looking as if he had just called them Pinhead Potter and Whiney Weasley. Not that he wasn’t thinking it, but at least he hadn’t said it out loud. “I – I accept what you said and believe that a relationship shall form between us that will...,” he faltered again, “will last…” Harry and Ron now had fists clenched at their sides. Geez, I expected them to be angry for me talking to her, but this is a little much. “Is there a problem, Potter.” Draco practically spit the last word out.

“No, but there will be one if you don’t stay away from Hermione.” Draco risked a glance over at her. A ghost of a superior smile flashed across her round face before it was replaced by a look of pure misery, as if her life could not get any worse. Suddenly, she stood.

“Guys,” she whimpered, “I think Draco and I need to talk.”

“Absolutely not,” was all Ron would say. He cracked the knuckles in his fists.

“What goes on between Hermione and I is none of your business, Weasel.”

“It is if she makes it my business, which she has.”

“Wha-?” She told them? She told them about us? Now he was more confused than ever. What exactly had she said about them? He grabbed her wrist and pulled her from the table. “Actually, she and I need to talk right now. So if you boys don’t mind, oh wait, I don’t give a fuck if you do.” And with that, he dragged Hermione through the Great Hall doors and up the stairs, not risking speech until after he had hauled her into their common room.

* * *

Hermione giggled when Draco dropped her onto the couch. That was perfect! I couldn’t have planned it any better! ALL the Slytherins overheard it and everything! She crossed her arms in front of her and looked up at him, still giggling.

“You told them? You told them? How could you? They’re going to kill me!”

“That was the plan,” she smirked.

“WHAT!? Why?”

“Well, you always know how to get me riled...and I happen to know your weak spot, too. I mean, everyone knows how frightened of them you are. And now you’ve gone and made a fool of yourself,” she laughed, “It’s great! You don’t even look cool for doing it because I didn’t tell them we slept together; I told them I loved you!” She couldn’t control her full out amusement any longer, and before long, she was clutching at a cramp in her side and wiping tears off of her cheeks.

When she had somewhat calmed herself down, she looked up at him. Draco’s face was drained of color (well, more pale than usual anyway) and his mouth was open. “What? Oh come off it, it’ll fade eventually.”

He gaped at her. “You – you love me? But how, when?”

“Oh Merlin, Draco, I didn’t mean it.” She rolled her eyes.

“Oh. Oh thank all that is evil and wrong with the world. You had me going there for a minute. I mean, how could I possibly be in love with a Mudblood? Wait! I meant...damn, you know what I meant.” He sat down next to her.

“You meant how could I be in love with you? You’re right, it is far-fetched,” she smiled as she put her arm around his shoulders. “Now, how ‘bout you stop being a prick and I stop being a bitch, and we start getting along?”

Perfect. “Sounds like a plan.” Draco reached out and shook Hermione’s hand, sealing the pact. And sealing your fate, you filthy Mudblood.

* * *

Meanwhile, in the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey looked over her charts. “Not good. Not good at all…”

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