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Draco stood on top of the tower, waiting for Hermione as he viewed the gorgeous and breath-taking scenery that seemed to have been painted. He heard soft footsteps and he quirked up an eyebrow as the corner of his lips lifted upward into a smirk as he turned around slowly. “Took you long enou . . .” He immediately stopped talking as he saw a raven-haired with her arms crossed tightly across her chest. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Am I not allowed up here?” Pansy asked with an incredulous scoff, taking a few quick strides over to Draco so that she was standing in front of him. “Is this place only for you and that mudblood?” She spat with a frown as she glared up at him.
“Don’t you ever know when to quit? You tried and you failed to break up apart—“
“That’s more of a reason to try again, Draco.” She said softly, her voice leaving a chilly aura around them as she walked over to the window, leaning against the window sill. “And this is the last time I’m going to try because it’s going to work this time.”
“Amuse me, Parkinson.” He rolled his cold grey marbles as he turned around slowly, facing her.
“I wonder what people will think when they hear that little miss goody-two-shoes is actually a vixen . . .? Oh, no, wait, I have something better. What if people found out that Hermione Granger, smartest witch of our generation, obliviated her own parents? Now that is something that will keep the students talking, right? Even the professors will think twice about that.”
“What are you talking about?” Draco asked alarmed by the fact that Pansy knew. He hid his emotions behind his emotionless mask, sneering.
“You know damn well what I’m talking about. Now, if you don’t want people to know that . . . and especially letting little Granger find out that you were the one to spread that rumor . . . you should consider the option I give you.” She told him with a proud smirk as she let out a small laugh, knowing she had found his weakness.
Draco gulped down as he looked at Pansy with hatred. “What do you want me to do?”
“Well, that’s easy!” Pansy exclaimed as she threw her hands up in the air, walking away from the window sill and back in front of him. “What do you think I want? I want you to come to me and leave Granger. If you want to keep her safe, you do exactly as I tell you. You keep this conversation between us and us only. You don’t have the choice to tell Granger about this whole arrangement. You have to make her think you were toying with her all this time—ignore her and if she comes to you . . . I think you know what to do. You’re going to act as my boyfriend this time—you’re mine, not hers.”
“I’m not anyone’s, Parkinson.” He spat at her angrily as he glared at her, rolling his fingers into a fist.
Pansy eyes his fists and chuckled as she looked up at him. “Be careful, Draco. I might just let it slip . . .” She warned him in a whisper and sighed. “I expect you to be my boyfriend tomorrow.” She told him and walked away without another word.
“Damn!” He shouted furiously, kicking the dirt angrily. He looked out the window but this time, there was no sense of serenity or beauty. He saw an enormous black cloud form in the back, the sun getting swallowed up by the ominous cloud. The once beautiful scenery was destroyed by the huge thunderstorm cloud. What was he going to do? He had to protect Hermione. She told him her big secret because she trusted him. He couldn’t allow for her big secret to run around the school for everyone to know. He had to keep her safe. He had to. Then, keeping her safe meant . . . losing her.
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Draco shook his head as he sprawled out on the bed, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to shake off the horrible memory from earlier today. He had to leave her, right? That was all he could do for her. He had to keep her safe. He let out a deep sign, pondering on the huge dilemma Pansy had thrown at him. Just then, he heard a soft knock and the gentle creaking sound of the hinges from the door.
“Are you done thinking?” A soft voice asked him with a mellifluous chuckle at the end.
“Huh?” He asked, taken back by her question and quickly shook the surprise off his face. “Yeah . . . just a lot on my mind.”
“If you still need some time alone, tell me. I don’t want to bother you—I can come back later if you want.”
“No, I’m fine. What time is it?”
“Well you missed dinner, so Ginny and I smuggled some food for you if you would like some.” Hermione suggested as she looked up at him hopefully.
“That’s great, I thought I was going to starve to death.” He said as enthusiastically as possible, trying to shake away Parkinson’s deal from his head . . . for the time being. “Let’s go,” He said with a small grin, walking out the door with Hermione.
Ginny, who was sitting with Blaise, seemed to be in a deep conversation with him due to the fact that neither one of them noticed Draco and Hermione walking out.
“They’ve been like that the past few hours, they so secretive. They won’t even tell me what they’re talking about.” Hermione explained to Draco as she rolled her eyes. She walked him over to the couch where his food was sitting on a tray. “Eat up. Everyone’s coming in right about now.”
“They’re back already? So soon?” Draco asked as he stuffed his mouth with food as he looked at Hermione tentatively.
“Of course they are . . .” She said and took a deep breath as she stared at him. “Are we . . . going to stay together even if people are back from break?”
“What?” He asked, almost choking on his food and quickly gulped down his cup of pumpkin juice.
“What had gotten into you?” She asked as she hit his back, trying to help. “Why are you so jumpy all of a sudden?” She asked as she sat back down.
Ginny and Blaise stopped talking and looked over at Draco, furrowing their eyebrows. “Is something wrong, Draco?” Ginny asked slowly, lowering her eyes on him.
“N, nothing’s wrong.”
“Why are you stuttering, mate?” Blaise questioned even more, making sure to pay extra attention to Draco’s facial expressions.
“I almost choked on my food, is it wrong to be stu—“
“What has gotten into all of you?” Hermione cut them off, shooting up from her seat with her hands on her hips, instantly taking over the mother role to her three kids. “Why are you three fighting? And what is with this cold atmosphere between you three? Am I missing something?”
“No,” They answered in unison, receiving a suspicious look from Hermione.
“We’re just . . . checking something.” Ginny finally said as she rubbed the back of his neck, flinging her hair behind her shoulder as she put her hand down. “And it’s been a rough day for us, Blaise and me, so I’m just going to go to bed right now. I will see you three in the morning and hopefully, we’re all happy.” She told the group, ending her speech with a sigh. “Goodnight, make strong choices.” She said as she stared at Draco, walking over to her bedroom.
“Make strong choices?” Hermione asked, sitting back down as she looked at the two boys. “Do you two know what she means?”
“No idea and this is my cue to go to my bedroom.” Blaise quickly said, yawning and stretching. “Goodnight, hopefully you two are just as annoyingly romantic as you two were today,” He commented with a hard stare at Draco, walking into the bedroom and closing the door shut.
“What is going on?” Hermione asked as she knitted her eyebrows together, staring at Draco. “Why do they keep staring at you?”
“I’m quite a beautiful human being, who can blame them,” He shrugged it off casually, earning himself a smack from Hermione.
“I’m not joking—“
“Well, let’s just think about that . . . tomorrow. This is the last day of our break . . . let’s make it count.” He said slowly, trying to choose his words carefully.
“We’re still going to be together tomorrow, Draco. Why are we—“
“It’s the last day of our break together . . . without all the other infuriating students going about here and there.” He corrected himself as he held her hands in his.
Hermione smiled as she rolled her chocolate brown orbs, nodding her head. “Okay, we’ll just do what you say.” She said as she gazed up at him. “You’ve been acting really weird today, I don—“
“You’re too suspicious sometimes, Hermione.” Draco shushed her as he captured her lips with his own. It didn’t even take Hermione a second to kiss back, their kiss deepening. But, there was something different with the kiss. The kiss was passionate, long, and . . . bittersweet. Draco didn’t want to let go, but he had to some time. He slowly pulled away and looked at Hermione, his hand still lingering on her face.
“Wow . . .” She breathed out as she looked at Draco. She felt a tad bit of emptiness when he pulled away . . . as if it was their last kiss together. He was extra soft and gentle, yet extra passionate and hungry for more. “Is there something I should know about?” She asked him softly, gently grazing her fingers against his.
“Not a thing . . .” Draco whispered reassuringly as he tucked a hair piece behind her ear lovingly. “We should probably get sleeping. We start classes tomorrow morning. We have a big day ahead of us.” He said as he gave her a warm grin.
“Right . . .” Hermione whispered as she chewed on her bottom lip, slowly getting up. “D, do you want to join me?” She asked hesitantly, her face immediately turning red once it left her mouth. “N, not like that, just to sleep.” She explained as she stuttered, mentally slapping herself.
Draco let out a hearty chuckle as he got up, holding her hand. “I understand . . . just sleep.” He clarified with her once more, almost teasing her.
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Draco opened his eyes and saw Hermione sleeping peacefully in his arms. He softly smiled and ever-so-slightly kissed her nose, careful not to wake her up. He looked outside the door to see that the sun was just beginning to come up. He sighed as he gazed down at Hermione. “I’m sorry . . .” He whispered as he slowly reached his hand out to caress her cheek. Draco stopped an inch away from her face and let his hand linger over her cheek. He sighed as he rolled up his fingers into a fist, pulling his hand back. Letting out another quiet sigh, he furrowed his eyebrows. He took one last look at her and quickly snapped his head the other way.
Slowly and quietly, he unwrapped his arms from her and quickly jumped out of the bed as gently as he could, afraid of waking her up. Seeing the sight of Hermione still sound asleep, he fled towards the door, grabbing the door knob and swinging the door open. He stopped himself before her could take one step out the door—out of her life. Draco slowly turned his head but stopped himself before he could see Hermione and walked out of the room, closing it behind him.
He felt hollow inside the instant he stepped out of the bedroom. He took in a deep breath as he walked straight to his bedroom to get his things and leave without a single trace.
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Hermione stirred awake when she heard the door close. Her eyes fluttered open slowly like butterfly wings as she yawned, stretching her arms. Her eyes closed again before they could fully open and she allowed for a smile to cover her face. “Good morning,” She whispered happily as she reached out to touch Draco when her hand simply just hit the bed. She furrowed her eyebrows and let her hands run across the bed, feeling nothing but the air.
The bed was empty.
And she was alone.
Hermione immediately opened her eyes as she sat up in her bed, seeing no one next to her. Her heart sank as she saw the empty space beside her. The spot where Draco was sleeping just a few hours ago with her was still warm. “Draco?” She called out, expecting to see him walk out of the bathroom or pop his head inside her room with breakfast.
Nothing came. She heard nothing.
She waited a few more seconds before calling out his name, a little louder this time, but the only thing that she heard was a small whistling that was grew stronger and stronger by the minute. She snapped her head towards the window and realized it was only the wind answering her. She heard the wind screaming and howling outside, hitting windows violently, ready to break through the barrier that was keeping itself away from Hermione. The petite brunette frowned as she got out of the covers, walking over to the window and peering outside to see a copious amount of snow falling down lightly and gracefully as it landed neatly on the ground and trees. Everything was covered in pure white blankets of snow. Not even a little bit of dirt dared to ruin the fair white snow. But why did she feel so sad and lonely?
She shook her head as she brushed away all the negative thoughts. “He’s probably up and dressed, already in the Great Hall, maybe.” She told herself, a bright smile lighting up her face at the thought of Draco waiting for her. “I better hurry up.” She whispered to herself, almost running into the bathroom to get ready for the new day.
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“Have you two seen Draco this morning?” Hermione asked as she walked beside Ginny and Blaise. “He seemed to have cleaned up his things—there was nothing in his bedroom.” She told them, her voice slightly faltering.
Ginny stared at her friend as she pursed her lips. “I didn’t see him. I woke up five minutes after you, remember? What about you, Blaise?” She asked him curiously, hoping to hear the answer she wanted to hear.
“I woke up ten minutes later than you two . . . so no, I didn’t see him.” He said as they walked into the Great Hall. “He was always an early bird. We’ll find him somewhere he . . . re.” Blaise nearly choked on the word when he saw Draco sitting next to Pansy, eating something Pansy had given him.
“Found him . . .” Ginny whispered angrily as she saw the sight of the two eating breakfast together. She glared over at Pansy and stared at her friend in concern. “Hermione?”
Hermione sucked in her breath as she looked at the couple. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Her eyes locked with Draco’s and all she could do was stare at him.
He looked away with a disgusted sneer.
She connected her brows together, looking away from her as if she had been slapped across the face. She blinked a few times, trying to register what had just happened. Her heart sank as it broke into a million pieces, but there were no tears. She didn’t feel the need to cry. There had to be an explanation for that, right? She wasn’t going to waste her tears on something that may not even be true. Not yet . . . no, not yet.
“Hermione?” Ginny asked again, placing her hand on her friend’s shoulder. “Are, you okay?”
Hermione nodded as she gazed up at Draco to see him feeding Pansy and made an ugly face. “I’m fine,” She told him as she turned away from the new couple. “I think I may have just lost my appetite.”
“I think we all have . . .” Blaise muttered as he made an ugly face at the couple. “What the hell is going on?”
Hermione shut her eyes as she tried to comprehend everything, trying to calm herself down. She opened them back up to see bright emerald marbles staring at her. “Harry?”
“What is Malfoy doing over there?” He asked immediately, glaring at him and Parkinson. “You three missed the speech made by our Headmistress. Ron and I were looking for you and Malfoy until we saw him with her.”
“This is a joke, right?” Ron asked with a scoff, glaring over at Malfoy.
“I hope so . . .” Hermione whispered under her breath as she licked her dry lips.
“Hermione, do something. It’s even scarier with you being this calm. I’m not even in love with the bloke and I’m getting angry just watching him with that girl.” Ron pleaded as he stared at her.
“I don’t know what to say—“
“Granger,” A sharp voice called out icily making chills run down Hermione’s spine. She flinched at the sound of the familiar voice.
She slowly turned around and saw Draco staring at her intently. “What is it?” She asked sternly.
“Come with me . . . I need to talk to you about something.” He told her with an annoyed groan, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, come on then. I want to make this quick and easy for both of us.” He complained as he started to walk out of the Great Hall with Pansy glaring down Hermione’s back when she followed him.
Ginny looked over at Blaise who looked over at Harry and Ron who were staring at Parkinson. “What do we do now?” Blaise asked as he looked at the new group.
“We don’t do anything—we can’t. This is Hermione’s own battle . . .” Ginny answered briskly. “If we try to interfere, we might ruin it even more.” She said thoughtfully as she looked at the boys. “All we can do is stay in the sidelines and help her from there.” She told them softly with sorrow as she bit the inside of her cheek nervously. “This is between her and Malfoy . . .”
Everyone stared at the ground, dumfounded by the situation they were in—the situation Hermione was in. How did everything happen like this? Everything was going great. Everything was great.
Pansy looked back over at the lost group and smirked proudly, crossing her arms across her chest as she looked at her girlfriends. “I had a great winter break . . . I got the best present ever.” She told them happily with her eyes still glued onto the broken group.
Hello guisee! :D I updated pretty quickly, right? I’m improving! Huzzahh~ I hope you enjoyed. I guess this one was a bit short, eh? My apologies, I was trying hard to quickly write this before I did my homework and upload this! Things are getting pretty crazy—what’s happening to Draco and Hermione?! Please don’t kill me—this story will have a happy ending . . . I’m 99.9% sure there is a happy ending to this! Please drop a review below and tell me what you guys thought of this :) Thanks so much!
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