Chapter 1 : Chapter 1
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"Ron I've already told you a billion times today, I have Transfiguration due by Monday, Herbology due by Wednesday and a Potions essay about the uses of Vertiserum due by Thursday. Why don't we do something Friday?" she said not even lifting her head from the book she was reading.
"I can't I have Quidditch practise on Fridays, thats why your doing all this course work that's not due 'till next week, you hate me don't you, at least Lavender kissed me more than once." he said hoping that she wouldn't hear the last bit, but knowing Hermione she proably had.
"Ronald just because I don't go around snogging you like brainless eel, like that slut Lavender did it doesn't mean I hate you, and stop acting like a 3 year old with all this 'I hate you' nonsense" she said banging the book she was reading on the table making everybody in the common room flinch and turn around to watch the fight.
"Yes that's me idiotic Ron bloody Weasley, the worst keeper Griffindor's ever had, never caught anything, even his stupid dumb little sister is better. Just the spare of the 'Golden Trio', I may be all those things but atleast I'm not a night troll know-it-all that nobody likes." Ron spat anger in his eyes, the tips of his ears reaching burning point. Hermione didn't know what to say they'd never had a fight like that before, and she still couldn't believe he'd called her a know-it-all. Not knowing where she was going to go she ran out of the portrait hole and into her Charms classroom and to this day she still wonders why she ran into there. Sitting on the floor, with her back to the wall she tried to make the puffiness in her eyes go away.
"Had a fight with Weaslebee have you, what he'd threaten to dump you if you didn't do his coursework" said a cold and spitefull voice from the doorway, the voice was a boy with messy bleach blonde hair, deep grey eyes and wore a white shirt, black trousers and a green and silver tie that hung loosely around his neck.
"Go away Malfoy, I'm not in the mood" she said trying to make face less puffy and do her hair at the same time. He just stared at her with amazement, he had had a huge crush on her for about a year by now but had never managed to ask her out because bloody Weaslebee had got there first. "what no Mudblood comment?" she added seeing a gleam in his eye.
"You see Gr-Hermione that I have matured of this last year, mentally and physically" he said striding toward her and bending down to her level. He pushed her hands away from her face with his left hand while his right help up her chin, he kissed her softly on the lips not knowing or caring what would happen next. Suddenly it was over.
"Wait this can't be happening, Your Draco Malfoy and I'm Hermione Granger, and did you just call me Hermione?"
"Well it is your name" he mocked as she try to run for the door but he grabbed her by her wrist. "Do you love Weaselbee" he asked almost threatening but his voice soon calmed "Answer the question" she shook her head not being able to say anything before he span her around so that they were facing. She without thinking wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately there tongues playing with each other as one of his hands played with her bushy brown hair while the other was rested on her wait squeazing it gently, her legs rapped around his waist. Her legs dropped as they both gasped for air, they both stood their staring at each other.
"what just happened" she panted. Her eyes wild with excitement crossed with confusion.
"I believe, you Hermione Granger just showed me Draco Malfoy that you've never truly loved you ex Ronald Weasley" he said with a cocky smile on his face.
"O.K. we''ll have a proper talk tomorow, its late and I'm really tired, I'll meet you in the Room Of Requirement at 7 o'clock tomorow night" she said holiding out her hand for him to shake. He shook it before they parted and went there seperate ways. Hermione walked into her dormitory only to find a note on her bed. She picked it up, before checking if anyone was still awake, then opended and started to read in with a single tear sliding down her right cheek.
I didn't mean what I said when we were having the argument, I tried to run after you but I didnt know which direction you'd gone in, you're not even close to being a night troll know-it-all, your the most smartest, bravest, kindest and prettiest person I've ever known, actually your not just pretty, your beautiful, and I'd be lost without you. I only said those things because I love you, I've loved you since the day I saw you petrified in the hospital wing and I've never stopped.
I hope you can forgive me
She lay on her bed, full of guilt and sadness, she had just cheated on Ron with his worst enemy, and enjoyed it. Closing her eyes she tried to clear her thoughts. But all she managed to get was a horrific dream of Ron walking in on her and Draco, then it went blury and Voldermort cruciod Ron and making her watch. She woke up dripping in sweat. '4:30am' her clocks shone. She seriously needed to sort out her life.