Butterfly Kisses

~* Butterfly Kisses *~

-The Moment of Truth-

As darkness crawled about in the sky, all the students are filled up inside the Great Hall for supper. It was a rainy night, so all of the house elves preferred a nice warm meal. The students are curled up in their own jackets. Time after time, Draco would steal stares with Hermione. She did not like the feeling of being looked onto unknowingly. She obviously flushes red whenever she spots Malfoy look over to see her.

“Are you going to the library again, Hermione?” Ron asked as Hermione stood up and grabbed her bag.

“How did you know?” she asked with a smile and Ron arched an eyebrow. Hermione was about to go when Harry called her.

“Hey, ‘Mione! Please don’t forget to help me out on potions due on Monday.” He said with a smile and Hermione smiled back.

“You know, Harry? I’m surprised that Hermione’s brain can carry all of her studies. I mean. She studies 24/7. Don’t forget to put an advanced study there.” He said with a sigh.

“Oh, c’mon, Ron. I know you’re just concerned. But all I know is, she can actually spend hours in that library. I wonder if she ever gets scared sometimes. Being alone in a room full of books.” Harry explained but in a more concerned tone of voice.


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She walked to the library. The corridors were empty and dark. The lamps lighten up whenever Hermione walks towards it. Then again, darkens when she walks pass it. She was used to walked pass the empty corridors to the library. She wasn’t even scared all alone in the corridors, which are occasionally walked through. As she reached the door of the library, she gave a loud sigh. She thought that she would see the first person she would realize. Madam Pince.

“Good evening, Madam Pince.” She greeted as she entered. She did not even mind to open her eyes before she greeted. When she opened her eyes, she saw something unusual. She always sees Madam Pince on her table checking on overdue books and other paper works to be done. But this night, it was different.

“Hmmmm… Where could madam Pince be?” she thought. “She never leaves the library unattended and unlocked.” Her forehead wrinkled, as if she was thinking very hard. “I might’ve sit and read here for a while until she gets back. I think she would think that I’m here.” And she did. She sat on her usual table, table number eight, beside her favorite and usual books.

An hour passed. Madam Pince was still gone. Hermione nearly finished her work and she was getting sleepy. Her potions were done. Her Transfiguration was done. And she was gonna do Harry’s work until the door opened. Someone came in. then Hermione spoke:

“Oh, madam Pince, I’ve been here just an hour ago. I thought it would be nice for me to be here and look after the library.” She turned around and yet, another surprising thing stood in front of Hermione.

Draco Malfoy entered. He was wearing his pajamas with his Slytherin prefect badge at the right. His flaxen hair was not usually as the way it is. It nearly covers his face; in a way Draco knew that Hermione liked it that way.

“What are you doing here, Malfoy?” she asked with an arched eyebrow.

“I came here to talk, Hermione,” He said in a gentle way. Hermione’s eyebrow went back to normal from hearing her name. She knew that this was something important because Draco never calls somebody by name accidentally.

“W-what is it?” she asked as she turned her head to her book.

Draco carefully walked to the chair next to Hermione. He didn’t want to scare her from his moves so he kept it as gentle as possible. As he walked, Hermione took a look at him. She saw her placid gray eyes reflecting his soft and smooth blonde hair. She turned red when she realized that Draco sat next to her, connected by their hips and arms.

“W-what is it?” she repeated. Draco lifted his arm to hold her chin delicately, then his other hand to brush her curly brown hair. He kept his moves as quiet as possible, as slow as possible and as kind as possible.

As she shoved Hermione’s stray curl to the back of her earlobe, she closed her eyes to feel his soft hands. Draco looked as kind as ever. His gentle eyes captures his personality but in a different manner.

At last, he opened his mouth to say something, but his forehead wrinkles as though he was trying to find the right words. Then he looked down releasing her chin and her hair.

“H-hermione,” he called. Hermione opened her eyes and gave a facial expression that is in a ‘what-is-it’ kind of way. “I-I just wanna say” hermione kept her face in an interested way to keep Draco from silence. He put his hand down and said, “I just wanna say—that—” At this point he stopped for a while and kissed Hermione on the forehead.

“What is it, Draco?” she snapped at Draco tilting her head away from him.

“Well, not that—that—I l-like you to—to care, but—Pansy and I are—” he seemed to be turning pale. He cannot find the words.

“Are what?” she was getting pissed. She wanted to leave but every look in Draco’s eyes made her stay.

“Last night, I wanted to tell this to you, but I can’t find the right point and time. Pansy and I are engageDracDraco looked down and Hermione sat there, dumbstruck.

‘Engaged? Pansy and Draco are engaged? How? When? Why?’ this is what came to her mind the second the word was mentioned. She did not believe every single word that came from Draco’s mouth, but regretting it and making Draco know that she regretted it will make her feel stupid.

“My father talked to Pansy’s parents last night. And I didn’t even had a chance to talk. I’m sorry, Hermione.” Draco said as he looked down.

At this very moment, Hermione forced herself out of Draco’s arms. She pulled herself and grabbed her book and said, “Sorry? What are you sorry for? Well, I think you two will make a perfect match and a couple. I mean, you both are purebloods are you? Since you’re done telling me the news, you can go now and leave me alone like the way I was from the past hour. Goodbye, Malfoy!” she snapped. ‘What was I thinking! Shouting t him like that! So stupid Hermione so stupishe she thought. Then she walked to the next table. Draco sighed and tried to grab Hermione back, but she forced herself. He sighed again and followed Hermione, but nothing would work. She was so depressed and Draco knew it. She never gets in this kind of mood since they broke up.


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‘I shouldn’t have told her! So stupid, Draco! So stupid!’ he thought as he walked towards the Slytherin common room. He didn’t mind who he was bumping. He just walked straight and ignored the people calling him. Little walks away and there is the Slytherin common room, then Pansy Parkinson called him.

“Draco!” she said but Draco just ignored her. “Draco! Come here this instant!” no matter how Pansy was getting so loud, he walked to the common room. “What the bloody hell is wrong with you?” she asked. In this moment, Draco stopped. “Nothing.” He murmured.

Pansy sighed in anguish. When it was time for everyone to be in their dormitories, Pansy entered Draco’s room. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she retorted.

“What’s wrong with me you ask?” he said in a calm-to-anger manner.

“Yeah! What the hell is wrong with you?” she said with her voice growing louder.

About Draco being silent, Pansy can’t see his face. He was furious. He was just forcing tears from falling. He was mad. “So, you were asking what was wrong with me?” Draco looked at Pansy in a look of fury. She took a step backwards as Draco stood up in a slow but scary kind of way.

“Hell yeah!” she answered keeping her high-prided tone. Draco looked at Pansy’s eyes. Pansy looked down. “Look at my eyes, Pansy, and you will see what’s wrong with me.” he said as she grabbed Pansy’s arms. Pansy arched an eyebrow and pulled her arms off from Draco.

“Quit it!” she said, as her voice grows weaker. Draco threw Pansy’s arm and Pansy slapped Draco on the cheek. “How dare you!” she stormed off the door and slammed the door shut. Draco walked back to his bed and sat still keeping the silence.

How dare she take away everything that is good to him?

How dare she keeps him from being happy?

Why does she think that she will be the one to make me happy if all the things she do is against myself?

Why is she evil?

Hermione is suffering…

The second person that could make me happy, apart from my mom, is suffering.

Why can’t I do something to stop this foolishness?

Why must I think when I could do it?

How could my father do this to me?

We were engaged without my knowledge.

And I was sure Pansy was very happy having me as her fiancé.

Even the thought disgraced me.

But now, all I could do…

…

Is nothing…

Nothing except regretting the truth.

But I know somehow,

Somehow I could get over it when this is done.

As he thought, held his fists in a tight ball. It was burrowing his own fist with his own fingernaile wae was right. Why should Pansy keep him from being happy? She might’ve thought that they started a relationship because Draco asked her to the Yule Ball, but that doesn’t mean anything. He just wanted someone to go out with, but even though he asked Pansy out, he didn’t remember realizing how beautiful Hermione was in the ball. He wanted to ask her but even thinking about it will make him insane. He just asked the person who will not even regret of being with him. And that is Pansy.


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