Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the plot. Chapter 2: You can't go back.
“Right,” Hermione said, nodding firmly, as she took another step away from Draco. “It’s fake and you best remember that, Malfoy,”
Draco rolled his eyes as he listened to the Gryffindor in front of him. “Granger, I am totally aware that this fake because if it was my choice I wouldn't choose you as a girlfriend. Trust me on that.”
“So, why are you doing this then?” She snapped, “If you don't want to be here then you don't have to. I certainly don't want to be in your presence.”
“I have my reasons for accepting your offer, Granger.”
“So, your using me?” Hermione asked, a scowl on her face
“Like you aren't doing the same.” He replied, smoothly, sitting back on the ground. He watched as dusk slipped in; as shades of sunset colored the evening sky and the quiet night settled gently upon the earth.
“Well, at least, I told you my reason, you haven't.”
“I don't need to tell you anything, mudblood.” He rose from his comfortable position on the soft earth and dusted himself off before he, reluctanly, took Hermione's hand and began to walk
“What are y...” she said trying to pull her hand from his grip. She was disgusted by the thought that Malfoy was holding her hand.
“It's time for dinner,” He replied, coldly, as he tightened his grip on her hand
Hermione snatched her hand away from Draco's and snapped, “I can walk by myself, I don't need you guiding me.”
Draco heaved an impatient sigh before he glared at her and said, “I wasn't guiding you, Granger, I was holding your hand like couples normally do. Honestly, how do you past your classes?” He muttered the last part as he grabbed her hand, once again, and began to walk towards the castle.
Idly, she thought that Malfoy was enjoying this too much.
Hermione glanced at the large oak door with anticipation while Draco continued to smirk, enjoying how the Gryffindor was hesitating to enter. “Well…aren’t you going to open the door”
Hermione was startled by the sudden voice behind her. She was so nervous she had not realized that Draco was still behind her. She glared at him fighting the urge to slap the Slytherin right there and then and wipe that stupid smirk off his face. She took a deep breath before she, through clenched teeth, said, “Give me a minute…”
She took a deep breath, once again, and fiddled with the hem of her uniform. 'It's now or never' she thought before she took a hold of Draco’s hand, once more, but before she could make a step toward the door; Draco pulled his hand away from hers.
Hermione turned around, her hands on her hips, as she said, “What now?” Her voice was laced with anger, annoyance, and curiosity.
“Tsk. Tsk.” Draco said shaking his head and wagging a finger in front of Hermione’s face before he said, “Granger, that is child’s play. Let’s up it a notch.” Before he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to close for comfort.
Hermione glared at the door as Draco pulled her towards him. ‘The nerve’ she thought, furiously, as Draco wrapped an arm around her. Draco smirked as he pushed the oak doors opened and say, “Shall we?” before he entered, Hermione by his side.
‘Yes, Malfoy is enjoying this too much’ She thought as they walked into the great hall. Her head held high as they continued to walk towards where the Gryffindor and the Slytherin tables were.
Everything and everyone was silent as the whole student body, teachers and staff, even the ghosts, watch two enemies walk together.
What was shocking was not that it was Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy walking together…no...they were more focused on the fact that Draco Malfoy’s arm was around Hermione Granger’s waist.
Draco Malfoy, the same person who hated the muggleborn with such hatred that he would not think twice to kill the Gryffindor without one drip of guilt.
Hermione Granger, the same person who detested the boy because of his cruel personality and how he looked down on muggleborns, half bloods, and blood traitors just because they were 'below' him .
They both halted between the Gryffindor and Slytherin table.
Draco looked down at Hermione with a smirk before he leaned down…his lips inching towards Hermione’s…
Hermione eyes widened slightly before they narrowed. ‘He wouldn’t…no’ She thought as Draco neared her, she slowly closed her eyes expecting cold lips on her lips but she opened her eyes in surprise as she felt warm lips pressed against her left cheek. Before she knew it, a voice whispered, “Next time, I won’t have mercy, mudblood,”
As she registered those words she fought off a glare, instead plastered a smile, and said, sweetly, “I didn’t expect less, Malfoy,” before she walked past him, and went and sat next to Ron and Harry who were staring at her, their mouths opened.
She sighed before she reached out and began filling her plate with food. After filling her cup with pumpkin juice and taking a sip, she said, annoyed, “Honestly, you two, would you close your mouth. Do you really want to catch flies?” Hinting to everyone to return to what he or she was doing which they reluctantly did.
Instantly, Hermione heard murmurs and giggles which notified her that everyone was coming up with rumors for the sudden reason why Malfoy and Hermione were an ‘item’
‘Great’ she thought sullenly as she looked her gob smacked friends.
After a moment of silence and Hermione ignoring them, the both said, “What the hell?” which was the hint for Hermione to realize they wanted an explanation.
“What?” She asked innocently as she titled her head to the side
“You know what,” Ron hissed glaring at Hermione, “Is what I saw true?”
“Which part, Ronald? The kiss on the cheek or me walking with Mal…Draco” She finished her temper rising. Purposely, saying the Slytherin's name just to anger the redhead even more.
“What Ron means is...” Harry intervened before they could start a scene, “...why Malfoy?”
“Mmm…” She said putting a dreamy look on her face as she twirled one of her thick, curly, brown locks between her middle and index finger. “I guess because I needed to try out something new, someone different and he was more than willing so I guess it all worked out didn’t it?”
“Worked out” Ron repeated, incredulous, looking at Hermione, as she was insane. “You’re going out with a bloody Slytherin…Malfoy no less!” Disgust was evident in his voice as he got out of his seat. Everyone grew silent, once more, as they watched Ron’s outburst.
“Why do you care so much anyway?” Hermione hissed back fiercely as she too rose from her seat.
“Because…Because you’re my friend and I’m scared he’ll hurt you.” Ron said his ears turning a bright red
“If you really were my friend, then you would have trusted me and my judgment on who I want to go out with or not.” Hermione said glaring at him
“I am trusting you...to break up with him” Ron said, sneering
“What does my love life have to do with you.”
“If it concerns malfoy, then everything.”
“Why don't you go snog Lavender and leave me the hell alone.”
Ron ears turned red as his hair before he glared at her, hatred and betrayel in his eyes before he turned around and stalked out of the silent great hall.
Hermione looked at his retreating figure with sadness. She did not want this to happen. She honestly expected Ron to confess his feelings for her. That is how easy she thought this would be. How naïve…
She sighed before she turned to Harry. “Well, go on, go and talk some sense to that best friend of yours. You know you want to. Take his side as you always do.” She said and watched as Harry narrowed his eyes before he too rose and left. It seemed that she was chasing everyone away from her lately…
She sighed as she sat down. She ignored all the looks she was receiving as she laid her head on the table with a soft ‘thump’. She inwardly smiled as she thought of what had just happened.
Of course, she was a little hurt and sad that both of her friends had practically abandoned her but like they always say ‘No pain, No gain’ so she brightened up as she remembered when she had saw a flicker of jealousy behind all that anger in Ron’s eyes. It brought her satisfaction that it was her that brought that emotion.
She sighed once more and forgetting she was still in the great hall, closed her eyes and thought, ‘Let the games begin…’