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I Can't Pretend That I Don't Care...It's Not Fair!!
Chapter 4
I Can’t Pretend That I Don’t Care... And It’s Not Fair
Hermione set alone in the common room pondering. She didn’t think anyone had seen her leave the ball. And she would be insane to think he was coming to check on her in the first place. So what was his deal?
She groaned into her pillow. Also, he’d obviously figured out her little window stunt was because of Harry.
She suddenly felt so incredibly stupid. The only thing that could make it more embarrassing was if it had been Ron that had drove her to the window. I mean, it was still incredibly painful, but she’d always been so level headed. It just wasn’t like her to act so.......dramatically.
And speaking of Draco, what the hell is up with him? She thought he would sooner slap her than look at her, let alone touch her.
“Hes up, hes down, he\'s like one man trapeze act. “ She thought.
She shrugged it off, opened a book, and attempted to get some work done.
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Draco headed down toward dinner. He took his usual seat next to Blaise and began to fill his plate. His eyes nonchalantly glanced toward the Gryffindor table. She wasn’t there.
“I wonder how long it’s been since she\'s eaten?” He thought. He had distinctly noticed that even though she had come down to breakfast, she hadn’t eaten.
“Why do you care?” A little voice in the back of his head responded to the thought.
“I don’t”
He shoved a piece of chicken in his mouth. A thought kept tugging at him. Her alone in the common room, crying, and hungry. He tried to shake it from his mind, but she kept creeping in.
He groaned in irritation with himself, picked up a spare plate and began to pile food onto it.
“So hungry you need two plates tonight?” Blaise asked curiously.
“No, no,” Draco said. “I just have...something to do” Draco responded, not wanting to reveal to his friends that he was actually worried about the mudblood. Hell, he didn’t want to admit it to himself, let alone another person.
“But Draco!” Pansy squealed. “I don’t want you to go.” She made a puppy dog face and clasped onto his arm, digging her nails in slightly, almost making him drop the second plate.
He shrugged her off without a word and headed toward the exit, carrying both his and Hermione’s plates.
“Don’t forget! We booked the Quidditch pitch for six tonight!” Blaise called after him.
Draco raised one of the plates in signal that he’d heard him.
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He enter the common room to find Hermione curled up on the couch with her legs tucked underneath her. She was holding a book, but obviously wasn’t reading it due to the fact it was upside down.
She was lost in thought and didn’t notice him enter. He pecked softly on the wall to get her attention.
Her head snapped up, eyes wide. She seen it was just him and her expression softened.
“Hungry?” he asked her, offering her the plate of food.
She eyed it warily.
“I brought it all the way up here and you’re not going to eat it, then?” he cried. “Come on Granger, I didn’t poison it.” he added a bit more softly.
She sighed, closed her book and took the plate from him.
Draco gave her a half smile and sat down beside her. They sat in silence eating their dinners.
“Thank you” she murmured.
“You’re welcome” he replied, happy that the silence had been broken.
He couldn’t read the expression in her eyes. She looked like she was struggling with something. It was silent for many more minutes before she dropped her fork and asked
“Why are you doing this, Malfoy?”
He flinched slightly at the sound of her calling him by his last name again. He sighed; it was a good question.
“You know, I don’t know.” he muttered, looking down at his plate.
He turned to face her and as surprised by the look of anger on her face.
“6 years of torture and suddenly you’re going to try to swoop in here like my brave knight on a white horse and save poor little mudblood Granger?” she spat. She was now on her feet.
“It’s not like that at all.” he responded quietly. His calmness only seemed to serve to enrage her further.
“Well than, why don’t you tell me what its like then?” She said at a tone just barely below a scream.
“I don’t know!” he yelled in a tone matching her own. He sprang to his feet as well.
“What were you doing up there anyway? Didn’t you have a pug-faced bitch to attend to?” she sneered.
“That’s none of your fucking business. Keep your nose out my shit, do you understand?” he leaned in very close to her face and hissed.
She could feel his hot breath against her skin.
“Well you know, I didn’t ask you to stick your nose in my shit either, did I? But you did.”
It was the first time the had actually spoken about that since it happened. His rage melted slightly at the thought of how pitiful she looked that night. He fell silent, but Hermione continued to voice her outrage.
“You know, this is so typical of you, Malfoy. I have a moment of vulnerability and you see it as an open door to hurt me and humiliate me. Well let me tell you, you’re really going out of your way with this one. Bravo, Draco! How many people have you told about the crazy suicidal muggle bitch you so heroically saved? Is your heart really this cold and black?? Do you really and truly hate me that much?!?” she demanded.
She turned to storm towards her room when his hand snaked out and grabbed her arm. He spun her around and pulled her close to him before pressing his lips passionately against hers.
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Hermione was in shock. He held her tightly in his arms and kissed her slow and deep. She closed her eyes and returned the kiss.
She slid her arms around his neck and relaxed.
“Wow he’s a good kisser...” she thought.
His tongue licked at her bottom lip, begging for entrance to her mouth.
She parted her lips carefully and groaned at the new sensation.
His grip around her loosened and he ran his hands over hips and down across her bottom.
When he slowly made his way up her stomach and rested his hand on her breast, Hermione snapped out of it.
She pulled away and looked up at him cautiously.
She was more confused than ever.
“I think its time you continued your fiery tirade back to you room.” he stated, looking away from her.
“I think you’re right.” she replied.
She slid out of his arms, is hands still lingering on her, as though wanting to touch her as long as possible before she moved out of his reach. She glanced back at him just before her portrait closed. Unfortunately, she couldn’t read his expression.
A/N: Oooh it’s finally getting good! lol it has just been brought to my attention that in my previous chapters that I’ve been spelling Hermione’s name wrong. I think I spelled it like Hermionie or something. I don’t know, but I do know that its not right so, please forgive me :o) Also, I would like to thank The Darkness for this chapter’s title.
I Can’t Pretend That I Don’t Care... And It’s Not Fair
Hermione set alone in the common room pondering. She didn’t think anyone had seen her leave the ball. And she would be insane to think he was coming to check on her in the first place. So what was his deal?
She groaned into her pillow. Also, he’d obviously figured out her little window stunt was because of Harry.
She suddenly felt so incredibly stupid. The only thing that could make it more embarrassing was if it had been Ron that had drove her to the window. I mean, it was still incredibly painful, but she’d always been so level headed. It just wasn’t like her to act so.......dramatically.
And speaking of Draco, what the hell is up with him? She thought he would sooner slap her than look at her, let alone touch her.
“Hes up, hes down, he\'s like one man trapeze act. “ She thought.
She shrugged it off, opened a book, and attempted to get some work done.
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Draco headed down toward dinner. He took his usual seat next to Blaise and began to fill his plate. His eyes nonchalantly glanced toward the Gryffindor table. She wasn’t there.
“I wonder how long it’s been since she\'s eaten?” He thought. He had distinctly noticed that even though she had come down to breakfast, she hadn’t eaten.
“Why do you care?” A little voice in the back of his head responded to the thought.
“I don’t”
He shoved a piece of chicken in his mouth. A thought kept tugging at him. Her alone in the common room, crying, and hungry. He tried to shake it from his mind, but she kept creeping in.
He groaned in irritation with himself, picked up a spare plate and began to pile food onto it.
“So hungry you need two plates tonight?” Blaise asked curiously.
“No, no,” Draco said. “I just have...something to do” Draco responded, not wanting to reveal to his friends that he was actually worried about the mudblood. Hell, he didn’t want to admit it to himself, let alone another person.
“But Draco!” Pansy squealed. “I don’t want you to go.” She made a puppy dog face and clasped onto his arm, digging her nails in slightly, almost making him drop the second plate.
He shrugged her off without a word and headed toward the exit, carrying both his and Hermione’s plates.
“Don’t forget! We booked the Quidditch pitch for six tonight!” Blaise called after him.
Draco raised one of the plates in signal that he’d heard him.
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He enter the common room to find Hermione curled up on the couch with her legs tucked underneath her. She was holding a book, but obviously wasn’t reading it due to the fact it was upside down.
She was lost in thought and didn’t notice him enter. He pecked softly on the wall to get her attention.
Her head snapped up, eyes wide. She seen it was just him and her expression softened.
“Hungry?” he asked her, offering her the plate of food.
She eyed it warily.
“I brought it all the way up here and you’re not going to eat it, then?” he cried. “Come on Granger, I didn’t poison it.” he added a bit more softly.
She sighed, closed her book and took the plate from him.
Draco gave her a half smile and sat down beside her. They sat in silence eating their dinners.
“Thank you” she murmured.
“You’re welcome” he replied, happy that the silence had been broken.
He couldn’t read the expression in her eyes. She looked like she was struggling with something. It was silent for many more minutes before she dropped her fork and asked
“Why are you doing this, Malfoy?”
He flinched slightly at the sound of her calling him by his last name again. He sighed; it was a good question.
“You know, I don’t know.” he muttered, looking down at his plate.
He turned to face her and as surprised by the look of anger on her face.
“6 years of torture and suddenly you’re going to try to swoop in here like my brave knight on a white horse and save poor little mudblood Granger?” she spat. She was now on her feet.
“It’s not like that at all.” he responded quietly. His calmness only seemed to serve to enrage her further.
“Well than, why don’t you tell me what its like then?” She said at a tone just barely below a scream.
“I don’t know!” he yelled in a tone matching her own. He sprang to his feet as well.
“What were you doing up there anyway? Didn’t you have a pug-faced bitch to attend to?” she sneered.
“That’s none of your fucking business. Keep your nose out my shit, do you understand?” he leaned in very close to her face and hissed.
She could feel his hot breath against her skin.
“Well you know, I didn’t ask you to stick your nose in my shit either, did I? But you did.”
It was the first time the had actually spoken about that since it happened. His rage melted slightly at the thought of how pitiful she looked that night. He fell silent, but Hermione continued to voice her outrage.
“You know, this is so typical of you, Malfoy. I have a moment of vulnerability and you see it as an open door to hurt me and humiliate me. Well let me tell you, you’re really going out of your way with this one. Bravo, Draco! How many people have you told about the crazy suicidal muggle bitch you so heroically saved? Is your heart really this cold and black?? Do you really and truly hate me that much?!?” she demanded.
She turned to storm towards her room when his hand snaked out and grabbed her arm. He spun her around and pulled her close to him before pressing his lips passionately against hers.
******************************
Hermione was in shock. He held her tightly in his arms and kissed her slow and deep. She closed her eyes and returned the kiss.
She slid her arms around his neck and relaxed.
“Wow he’s a good kisser...” she thought.
His tongue licked at her bottom lip, begging for entrance to her mouth.
She parted her lips carefully and groaned at the new sensation.
His grip around her loosened and he ran his hands over hips and down across her bottom.
When he slowly made his way up her stomach and rested his hand on her breast, Hermione snapped out of it.
She pulled away and looked up at him cautiously.
She was more confused than ever.
“I think its time you continued your fiery tirade back to you room.” he stated, looking away from her.
“I think you’re right.” she replied.
She slid out of his arms, is hands still lingering on her, as though wanting to touch her as long as possible before she moved out of his reach. She glanced back at him just before her portrait closed. Unfortunately, she couldn’t read his expression.
A/N: Oooh it’s finally getting good! lol it has just been brought to my attention that in my previous chapters that I’ve been spelling Hermione’s name wrong. I think I spelled it like Hermionie or something. I don’t know, but I do know that its not right so, please forgive me :o) Also, I would like to thank The Darkness for this chapter’s title.