Chapter 5 : I'm Not That Girl
| ||Rating: Mature||Chapter Reviews: 3|
Background: Font color:
Hermione shook her head furiously, her bushy curls spraying around her face as tears welled up in her eyes.
"Did. You. Shag. Malfoy?" Ron seethed, his face almost as red as his hair.
"Why would I shag Draco?" She whispered, eyeing the increasing amount of people staring.
"I don't know, Hermione. That's why I'm asking!" Harry grabbed Ron's elbow, trying to calm him down, but Ron just shrugged him off. "Why did you just stroll through that hole, with a stupid grin on your face, then?"
"I found a book I haven't read before. Are you happy now, Ronald?" She hissed and fled up the stairs, a few tears crawling down her face.
"Ease up, Ron. She wouldn't turn around and get with Draco and especially do it behind our backs. Have some faith, eh?" Harry said as he eased back into the armchair.
"He's a slimy git; he's probably does her with Amortentia." He grumbled and sat on the floor in front of the fire, extending his legs out. Just then a giggle made Harry look towards the portrait hole, Harry's gut dropped when he saw Ginny walk through it, her arm entwined with Dean's and a dazzling smile on her face. Ron turned his head to see where Harry was looking, and let out a disgusted noise as he saw Dean and Ginny kiss good-night. "What does she see in him?" He spat out, shook his head roughly and stood up. "You coming?" He asked when he noticed Harry remained seated.
"You go ahead, I won't be too long." Harry said, stretching out his legs. Ron shrugged and trudged up the staricase. Harry quickly left the common room and almost ran to the library.
"Potter, what are you doing here?" Draco drawled, his legs poised to get up.
"Look, I need to talk to you, privately." He said, and he shut the door. He pulled Hermione's favourite chair around, which he noticed made Draco flinch slightly, and sat down. "Okay, Hermione is a friend, a really good friend, almost like my sister, and I don't want to see her get hurt. What is it you want with her, exactly?"
"I'm not sure what you mean, exactly, Potter." A steel glint flashed through Draco's eyes as he looked at Harry dead-on.
"I think you know exactly what I mean, but are just too cowardly to say it." Harry hissed through slightly parted lips. Draco's lips formed a straight line before letting out a sigh.
"I can't tell you, Potter. I don't really even know myself. I just... I get this surge of feeling when I'm around her. It's like; I don't have to pretend anymore. You know?" Draco's eyes softened a little, and his lips turned up when he spoke about her, which he didn't realise.
"I understand. I know we aren't the greatest of friends, and we never will be, but I don't want our animosity to come in the way of whatever it is that Hermione seems to see in you. You've kind of lit this light inside of her, and she basically glows when she spots you. So please, don't hurt her." Harry stood up and extended his right hand towards Draco, who grabbed it lightly and they shook hands, both looking incredibly awkward.
"Oh joy, you two have made up!" Renae smiled as she walked into the room, the door shutting with a click behind her. Her long blonde hair done up in a loose plait hung over her shoulder. "But you two should hurry, before Madame Pince comes in here and has a fit over the lateness of the pair of you." She moved out of the way and both boys quietly thanked her before heading out.
"Bye" Harry muttered as they turned in two different directions, he didn't hear a response but he knew that Draco had responded.
"Granger, come with me" Draco muttered, grabbing her by the elbow and led her to their room, her skin warming at his touch. He was breathing hard as he turned to face her, his usual clean self looked dishevelled, and he looked worried. His fingers brushed lightly on her cheek and she noticed that she leaned into him as he did so, they were mere inches apart. She knew it, she did feel a spark when they were within close proximity, and she knew he felt it too.
"What's wrong, Draco?" She breathed, losing all her previous inhibitions about him.
"It's just that I don't know how long I can keep up the charade." His breath hit her face, and its warmth curled around her face.
"What charade are we talking about, exactly?" She whispered, her big brown eyes locking with his narrow grey ones.
"Ours" He said simply, and she suddenly pulled away. What was she doing? She couldn't do this. She had sworn to Ron and Harry that nothing was going on between her and Draco, so why was she back stepping now, and desiring to have something with him? All her thoughts shattered into millions of pieces though, when his lips cam crashing down on hers again. His warmth pouring into her and hers back into him. He pressed her body against his, but she wanted to be closer. His tongue licked her bottom lip before she pulled herself way, breathing heavily.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no" She muttered, running her fingers through her hair. She moved to the other side of the room, her hands behind her back and her eyes on Draco as he stared back at her, his fingers touching his lips where hers previously were. "No, Draco. What the hell?" She cried and she skirted around him as he moved towards her, her back against the door. "I have to go." She searched for the handle, but not before Draco cradled her face in his hands and was kissing her again. His body pressing hers against the door, she felt hypnotized as she kissed back, but then reality came crashing down when there was a knock on the door and she saw that Renae was on the opposite side with an eyebrow raised. "Excuse me" Hermione said, shakily and rushed passed Renae, running outside. She was on the stone pathway, heading to the boathouse before she realised she was soaked to the bone from the heavy rain. Lightning cracked over her head, she let out a minute squeak and hurried down to the boathouse, taking refuge in the shelter it provided.
An hour passed before she raised her head from her arms and saw Harry standing in front of her.
"Renae told me that she saw you running in this direction. What happened?" He asked, and he sat next to her, wrapping his arms over her shoulders and pulling her close.
"Nothing happened really... Draco kissed me." She let out a few tears, which stained his dark grey school sweater.
"You're crying over a kiss?" He asked, a slight tone of amusement tainting his voice.
"I don't know! I'm just so confused." She sniffed, and Harry just pulled her tighter.
Draco lay back in his bed, his head resting on his arms. He had scared her, something he really didn't want. He felt cold, lonely, almost, as he lay there, thinking about her. He had gone with his stomach, and just kissed her, and she tasted so nice. Fruity almost, and she had kissed back, wanted him as much as he wanted her. So why did she push him away? He was sure she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He rolled over and fell asleep, a very fitful sleep.
"That was what I wanted..." He heard Hermione whisper behind him and he whirled around, his wand firmly in his hand.
"What?" He asked, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. It had been weeks since he'd dreamt of her.
"I wanted you to kiss me; I wanted to be with you in every possible way. But I'd promised myself and the boys to not. I'm sorry..." She whispered and disappeared. Draco looked around, trying to find her but she had gone.
He swore under his breath but noticed a bright oval object a couple feet in front of him. He walked towards it, curious; it jittered slightly when he came close to it and brushed his spidery fingers along the smooth, marble top. The whole thing shivered, ripples demolishing its smooth top. Suddenly, Draco found himself pulled into it, he felt himself falling but as he was falling a scene played out in front of him. The Room had thick black smoke spilling out of it and he watched as his aunt and a few others climbed out of the Room, smug grins on their faces. A little girl was walking passed and stopped, a shocked and horrified look cast on her face. Bellatrix saw the little girl, clicked her tongue and screamed a curse. The little girl fell to the floor, high pitched squeals reverberating through the narrow corridor. The other Death Eaters watched with sick amusement, but it wasn't long until Bellatrix had grown bored with this and walked away. Draco watched as Fenrir licked his twisted lips, hungrily, and then shot an annoyed scowl at Bella before walking away. Draco felt instantly sick as he watched this. Was this really what he wanted to do?
Another scene flicked on, as if in an old cinema, and Draco wished he could close his eyes as he saw Hermione standing in front of Hogwarts, Ron beside her, holding her hand, and more kids spilling out. But for each student at Hogwarts, there were five Death Eaters ready to kill them. Hermione stood there, looking tired and in pain, but didn't say a word as Voldemort stood between the school and the Death Eaters, mocking her and everyone else. He watched as most Death Eaters smirked at something Voldemort said. Draco noticed that Hogwarts had crumbled in parts and other parts were alight with fire. His stomach knotted, he had wished ill on Hogwarts, but not to the point where he wanted it to be destroyed. Hogwarts had become a safe-haven for him in the past few months. Another tear leaked out of Hermione's eyes as she looked at Harry's limp body that Hagrid was holding and Draco's mouth dropped. Harry had dieD? Impossible, he was the Chosen One. Harry couldn't die. But he watched and Harry remained still and lifeless in Hagrid's trembling arms.
Draco awoke with a yelp, sweat drenching him and his bed. Blaise let out a quite snore and rolled over, whereas Crabbe and Goyle were snoring heavily. Silently walking to the basin in the lavator, Draco wiped a shaking hand over his face. It was just a dream! He told himself over and over. Just a dream...
Harry and Hermione had fallen asleep in the boathouse, but awoke as the wind howled loudly and rain lashed against the windows. They stood up stiffly, and Hermione jumped as thunder rolled loudly over their heads. They looked at each other and Hermione cast a charm, before walking out into the storm. Harry looked with amazement as the rain skirted around them, making him stumble as they reached the staircase. They quickly hurried up the stairs and Hermione removed the charm once they were inside the castle. It was dark; the only light they could use was from the lightning which was inconsisten and extremely bright, but they finally made it to the common room.
"He does mean well, 'Mione" Harry said as they sat in front of the fire. She just stared into the fire, her mouth in a grim line.
"I don't need Ronald looking out for me like a Jackal on a leash. He doesn't have a say in anything I do, especially as he now has Lav-lav." She said bitterly, spitting the name out as if it tasted awful.
"I know, it's not fair that he treats you like that. But I swear he doesn mean well. He doesn't trust Malfoy, and to be perfectly honest, he does have a good reason to."
"A silly rivalry between the three of you is not a good reason. I realise who his dad is and I have a better knowledge than most of how slimy and undesirable he can be, but for Ron to get to the point where he actually believes he can tell me what to do, he's becoming unbearable." Hermione stood up and walked to the dormitory, collapsing on her bed.
DISCLAIMER: Everything recognizable belongs to J.K Rowling. Lyrics to I'm No That Girl belong to Stephen Schwartz's musical Wicked.
Previous Chapter Next Chapter
Other Similar Stories