Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling so therefore I don't own these characters. I
wish I owned Draco, though. c",)
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How Can I Not Love You?
A Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger Love Story.
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Why is it when you love someone there's always someone left behind?
Why is it you can't love two people at one time?
Why is it has to be me left in line?
Why I it I still love you even though you're not mine.?
Hermione Granger squinted as the bright sunlight shone on her face. The constant beep of her alarm didn't help lighten up her mood but she sat up, though grudgingly and pushed the off button on her alarm clock and sighed heavily.
Usually, she'd love this time of year. She'd loved it for six years. but not this year. This year, she didn't want to board the train to Hogwarts.
She didn't want to see the new first years, her teachers, her classmates or anybody and anything related to the wizard world. and she especially didn't want to see Harry and Ginny.
The mere thought of the two of them caused Hermione's chest to tighten and her eyes to sting in angry frustration.
She and Harry were fine when they got together last year and they were happy, or at least she thought they were happy.
Hermione still couldn't figure out why Harry had broken up with her so suddenly that she hadn't expected it at all and worst of all, a few days later, he was already going out with Ginny.
Hermione felt lonely, neglected.betrayed.
She couldn't stop the tear that rolled on her cheek and she angrily wiped it away as she picked up her Hogwarts letter which contained the announcement of her Head Girl position.
The position she's been dreaming of since first year. the position she'd been endlessly talking to Harry about.
She just let out an irritated sigh and grabbed her fluffy white towel before heading to the bathroom.
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Draco Malfoy lounged lazily on the cushy sofa in the Head Students' compartment and yawned as he looked out the window at the fast flow of scenery outside that looked like fast passing colors to him.
He squirmed in his seat as he surveyed the compartment.
It was a bit larger than the normal compartments with two plush and soft sofas, a table filled with different kinds of sweets and drinks and another table with two chairs which Draco guessed were for eating.
Then he suddenly wondered whom the Head Girl was since he knew that Pansy wasn't the one when he saw her on the platform, scowling so deeply that her face was all scrunched up almost appearing distorted that Draco had to swerve to another direction to avoid being seen by her and listen to her whining.
The door to the compartment clicked, and Draco turned to it swiftly and saw a swollen eyed and flushed Hermione Granger with a blank and dejected look on her face.
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Hermione barely noticed that there was another presence in the compartment as she closed the door gingerly.
When she finally looked up, her eyes widened in surprise as she saw Draco Malfoy gaping at her. "Wh-what are you doing here?" she stammered, her throat hurt and she was much too tired to think of snide remarks or even look a least bit annoyed with him.
He, unfortunately, didn't share her feeling.
Sneering, he laid back on the sofa and spoke in his familiar ice-cold drawl, "I should have known that an annoying know it all mudblood would be head girl,"
Hermione only stared at him, finding it easier to show her loathing for him but she still couldn't find equally spiteful response to give him so she just walked to the other sofa and plopped down on it irritably pulling out her book (Advanced Spells for Ancient Runes) and began to read. or at least tried to read for her mind kept on wandering to Harry and Ginny and wondering what they are doing now.
Are they cuddling together in their compartment? Or maybe they're kissing? Hermione let out a frustrated sigh as she shut her eyes tightly, as if to block the different romantic things that Harry and Ginny were possibly doing from her mind, and buried her face in her hands.
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Draco stared at her dumbly, as he wondered what her problem was. He crossed his arms over his chest and continued to observe her.
Her long, curly brown hair fell to the side of her face as she leaned over and hugged her knees closer and rocked herself back and forth.
He had the right mind to call a teacher and report that the new Head Girl was going out of her mind but he was glued to his seat, unable to take his eyes off her. Finally, she lifted her head slightly and wiped her eyes with her hands before standing up with her back to him. So she did realize that she wasn't alone.
Draco thought sarcastically as Hermione pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her eyes and face.
"I'll be going out for a moment if anyone asks," she spoke mostly to herself before stepping out of the compartment.
Draco frowned thoughtfully wondering if that was really Hermione Granger or another airhead student who just looked exactly like her except maybe hotter and curvier, but in all of his last six years at Hogwarts, he hadn't noticed a student who has Hermione's long, messy dark golden hair or her large hazel eyes or her stubborn nose or even her attractive lips, her tiny frame and her long shapely legs.
Draco had to stop thinking about her. It's been a year already, since she had dated Potter, that Draco had started noticing Hermione's features and he couldn't deny that he liked what he saw.
He was lost in thought until the compartment door slid open and Draco, hoping that it was Hermione, snapped his head up and turned to the door.
"What the-" Weasley was standing by the door, gripping the frame tightly that his knuckles turned white. Draco smirked. Finally.
"Hey weasel boy," he spoke and Weasley's expression grew harder,
"Malfoy!" he spoke gritting his teeth. Draco knew that Weasley was trying to disbelieve the fact that Draco was the Head Boy so Draco stood up and adjusted his badge as he stepped towards him.
"What seems to be the problem, Weasley? Did you get yourself in trouble?" he asked sarcastically and Weasley frowned deeper,
"Go eat a toad, Malfoy. I'm looking for Hermione," he snapped
"Well as you can see she's not here," he countered sharply before adding, "And I best recommend you show some respect, Weasel, if you don't want your house to lose a couple thousand points," he smirked at Weasley's pale face before closing the door.
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"Can you believe it? Malfoy!" Ron bellowed, pacing back and forth in front of Harry and Ginny. Finally, Ginny sighed,
"We already know, Ron. You've practically yelled it to us since you got here,"
Harry smiled, "Yeah! I know it sucks but what can we do?"
"Harry, how could you be so calm about this? Malfoy! Malfoy! Head Boy!" he gestured violently with his hands. "Do you know where that could lead us? We'll be toast! He'll simply take points from us whenever he wants to! This is so unfair. I mean, Dumbledore must've made a mistake."
"Chill out, Ron!" Harry exclaimed and before he could add more, a soft knock on the door interrupted them.
"Come in!" Ron snapped and as the door opened, Harry's heart skipped a beat. Standing by their compartment doorway was Hermione.
"Hermione!" Ron smiled as he approached her.
She managed a weak smile at him and glanced at Harry and Ginny briefly before returning her gaze back to Ron, not even acknowledging both of them.
Harry could feel Ginny stiffen as he squeezed her hand reassuringly. "You were looking for me?" she asked Ron and he nodded, frowning confusedly
"How'd you know?"
"Malfoy told me," she said simply as if it was no big deal
"Well, yeah." Ron stammered, "It's cause you didn't drop by our compartment so I brought you your sweets," he dug into his pocket and handed her some sweets.
"Oh," Hermione stared at them blankly then as if waking from a trance, she shook her head, "Thanks Ron,"
"Hey, are you sick or something? Maybe you should sit down," Ron started to pull her in the compartment but Hermione pulled away, her eyes traveling to where Harry and Ginny were seated,
"I'm fine. I- I need to go back to our compartment," she said lamely before kissing Ron's cheek. "See you later," she said before turning away, completely ignoring Ron's other companions. Ron faced them and shrugged dismally.
"Well, can't blame me for trying," he said before plopping down next to them
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"Hey Granger!"
Hermione's eyes flew open as she saw a blonde haired person in front of her,
"What?" she asked groggily, rubbing her eyes and smothering a yawn,
"You better get dressed unless you'd rather be left behind," he said sharply and Hermione finally realized where she was and who's with her at the moment.
"Fine! Just don't bite my head off!" she complained irritably as she started to stand up.
Her head was throbbing violently and she couldn't see straight.
"So, you're finally capably of talking, I thought you'd finally gone mental," he sneered, eyeing her maliciously
"I'm fine, thank you," she replied coldly, picking up her robes, "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to get changed now,"
"Go ahead,"
Hermione stared at him stonily as he didn't move from his place
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Get out you perv!"
"Ooh! Fiery temper. I like that in a girl," he smirked still not moving
"Oh really? Well I suppose you like a swift kick in the butt, too?"
"I'd like to see you try," he challenged and it took all of Hermione's control to not call his bluff as she gathered her clothes and proceeded to step outside the compartment.
"Scared, Granger?"
"No. Just being smart as not to touch a dirty pervert like you," she countered and walked away.
"Look who's talking, you filthy mudblood!"
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The feast, as usual, was superb although Hermione ate only very little since her appetite had lately become nonexistent that she even shed a few pounds from her skinny frame that she looked sickly.
She couldn't wait to retire to bed and begin classes the next day, hoping she'd be busy enough to stop thinking about Harry and their breakup.
"Hermione,"
Hermione looked up and saw Lavender Brown looking at her apprehensively,
"Yeah?" she asked blankly and Lavender threw a concerned look over at Parvati Patil, who just shook her head,
"We just asked you if you'd like to join us for some hot cocoa at the common room later,"
"You know, to catch up on things,"
Hermione shook her head, "I think I'll turn in early tonight. I'm not quite feeling good,"
"You do look sick," Parvati agreed, examining her, "Really, Hermione, you should take care of yourself. You're practically thinning down,"
"I know," she said looking down at herself. My summer was just a bit. stressful," she finished with a sigh. "I'll probably feel like my old self tomorrow," she shrugged and Lavender and Parvati seemed to be contented with her answer as they started talking about other things.
After taking a warm bath, Hermione lay down on her soft bed and stared blankly at the red, silky canopy of the four-poster bed in her new Head Girl bedroom and wondered for what seemed like the hundredth time that week: 'What went wrong?'
Tears she didn't know she had left started to gather in her eyes.
What really did went wrong, Harry? I thought we were happy. I thought you were happy with me. What went wrong?
As a sob escaped from her, she couldn't control what came next. She couldn't stop crying as she rolled to her side and her tears continued to flow.
She remembered the time when Harry first told her how he felt. It was only the second week of sixth year and she and Harry were watching Ron and Ginny practice quidditch. They were joking and laughing heartily as Harry just spoke, 'you're beautiful, Hermione'
She remembered how she stopped in mid-laugh and asked him, 'What?'
Harry's eyes looked so serious as he stared at her and smiled, 'You're so beautiful,' he had said before he kissed her right then and there. in the stands of the quidditch field, in front of the entire Gryffindor quidditch team.
It was so romantic and so perfect. so perfect that she hadn't seen it coming.
She gripped her pillow tightly to prevent herself from crying harder. Although she had promised herself that she wouldn't cry for him again, she couldn't help it.
She had loved Harry since long before and she still loves him up until this time.
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Author's note: Hey all! I've decided to end chapter one here. Hope you like it. I know it's filled with too much drama and stuff but I just couldn't help it. I would really appreciate your reviews, though so I could improve or be inspired to continue this... P.S.--- I hope the spacing problem's been solved cause I did the spacings and stuff for the dialogues but when I viewed it at fanfic.com, it didn't look like my 'word document format'--- any suggestions in dealing with this? Thanks!!
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How Can I Not Love You?
A Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger Love Story.
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Why is it when you love someone there's always someone left behind?
Why is it you can't love two people at one time?
Why is it has to be me left in line?
Why I it I still love you even though you're not mine.?
Hermione Granger squinted as the bright sunlight shone on her face. The constant beep of her alarm didn't help lighten up her mood but she sat up, though grudgingly and pushed the off button on her alarm clock and sighed heavily.
Usually, she'd love this time of year. She'd loved it for six years. but not this year. This year, she didn't want to board the train to Hogwarts.
She didn't want to see the new first years, her teachers, her classmates or anybody and anything related to the wizard world. and she especially didn't want to see Harry and Ginny.
The mere thought of the two of them caused Hermione's chest to tighten and her eyes to sting in angry frustration.
She and Harry were fine when they got together last year and they were happy, or at least she thought they were happy.
Hermione still couldn't figure out why Harry had broken up with her so suddenly that she hadn't expected it at all and worst of all, a few days later, he was already going out with Ginny.
Hermione felt lonely, neglected.betrayed.
She couldn't stop the tear that rolled on her cheek and she angrily wiped it away as she picked up her Hogwarts letter which contained the announcement of her Head Girl position.
The position she's been dreaming of since first year. the position she'd been endlessly talking to Harry about.
She just let out an irritated sigh and grabbed her fluffy white towel before heading to the bathroom.
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Draco Malfoy lounged lazily on the cushy sofa in the Head Students' compartment and yawned as he looked out the window at the fast flow of scenery outside that looked like fast passing colors to him.
He squirmed in his seat as he surveyed the compartment.
It was a bit larger than the normal compartments with two plush and soft sofas, a table filled with different kinds of sweets and drinks and another table with two chairs which Draco guessed were for eating.
Then he suddenly wondered whom the Head Girl was since he knew that Pansy wasn't the one when he saw her on the platform, scowling so deeply that her face was all scrunched up almost appearing distorted that Draco had to swerve to another direction to avoid being seen by her and listen to her whining.
The door to the compartment clicked, and Draco turned to it swiftly and saw a swollen eyed and flushed Hermione Granger with a blank and dejected look on her face.
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Hermione barely noticed that there was another presence in the compartment as she closed the door gingerly.
When she finally looked up, her eyes widened in surprise as she saw Draco Malfoy gaping at her. "Wh-what are you doing here?" she stammered, her throat hurt and she was much too tired to think of snide remarks or even look a least bit annoyed with him.
He, unfortunately, didn't share her feeling.
Sneering, he laid back on the sofa and spoke in his familiar ice-cold drawl, "I should have known that an annoying know it all mudblood would be head girl,"
Hermione only stared at him, finding it easier to show her loathing for him but she still couldn't find equally spiteful response to give him so she just walked to the other sofa and plopped down on it irritably pulling out her book (Advanced Spells for Ancient Runes) and began to read. or at least tried to read for her mind kept on wandering to Harry and Ginny and wondering what they are doing now.
Are they cuddling together in their compartment? Or maybe they're kissing? Hermione let out a frustrated sigh as she shut her eyes tightly, as if to block the different romantic things that Harry and Ginny were possibly doing from her mind, and buried her face in her hands.
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Draco stared at her dumbly, as he wondered what her problem was. He crossed his arms over his chest and continued to observe her.
Her long, curly brown hair fell to the side of her face as she leaned over and hugged her knees closer and rocked herself back and forth.
He had the right mind to call a teacher and report that the new Head Girl was going out of her mind but he was glued to his seat, unable to take his eyes off her. Finally, she lifted her head slightly and wiped her eyes with her hands before standing up with her back to him. So she did realize that she wasn't alone.
Draco thought sarcastically as Hermione pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her eyes and face.
"I'll be going out for a moment if anyone asks," she spoke mostly to herself before stepping out of the compartment.
Draco frowned thoughtfully wondering if that was really Hermione Granger or another airhead student who just looked exactly like her except maybe hotter and curvier, but in all of his last six years at Hogwarts, he hadn't noticed a student who has Hermione's long, messy dark golden hair or her large hazel eyes or her stubborn nose or even her attractive lips, her tiny frame and her long shapely legs.
Draco had to stop thinking about her. It's been a year already, since she had dated Potter, that Draco had started noticing Hermione's features and he couldn't deny that he liked what he saw.
He was lost in thought until the compartment door slid open and Draco, hoping that it was Hermione, snapped his head up and turned to the door.
"What the-" Weasley was standing by the door, gripping the frame tightly that his knuckles turned white. Draco smirked. Finally.
"Hey weasel boy," he spoke and Weasley's expression grew harder,
"Malfoy!" he spoke gritting his teeth. Draco knew that Weasley was trying to disbelieve the fact that Draco was the Head Boy so Draco stood up and adjusted his badge as he stepped towards him.
"What seems to be the problem, Weasley? Did you get yourself in trouble?" he asked sarcastically and Weasley frowned deeper,
"Go eat a toad, Malfoy. I'm looking for Hermione," he snapped
"Well as you can see she's not here," he countered sharply before adding, "And I best recommend you show some respect, Weasel, if you don't want your house to lose a couple thousand points," he smirked at Weasley's pale face before closing the door.
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"Can you believe it? Malfoy!" Ron bellowed, pacing back and forth in front of Harry and Ginny. Finally, Ginny sighed,
"We already know, Ron. You've practically yelled it to us since you got here,"
Harry smiled, "Yeah! I know it sucks but what can we do?"
"Harry, how could you be so calm about this? Malfoy! Malfoy! Head Boy!" he gestured violently with his hands. "Do you know where that could lead us? We'll be toast! He'll simply take points from us whenever he wants to! This is so unfair. I mean, Dumbledore must've made a mistake."
"Chill out, Ron!" Harry exclaimed and before he could add more, a soft knock on the door interrupted them.
"Come in!" Ron snapped and as the door opened, Harry's heart skipped a beat. Standing by their compartment doorway was Hermione.
"Hermione!" Ron smiled as he approached her.
She managed a weak smile at him and glanced at Harry and Ginny briefly before returning her gaze back to Ron, not even acknowledging both of them.
Harry could feel Ginny stiffen as he squeezed her hand reassuringly. "You were looking for me?" she asked Ron and he nodded, frowning confusedly
"How'd you know?"
"Malfoy told me," she said simply as if it was no big deal
"Well, yeah." Ron stammered, "It's cause you didn't drop by our compartment so I brought you your sweets," he dug into his pocket and handed her some sweets.
"Oh," Hermione stared at them blankly then as if waking from a trance, she shook her head, "Thanks Ron,"
"Hey, are you sick or something? Maybe you should sit down," Ron started to pull her in the compartment but Hermione pulled away, her eyes traveling to where Harry and Ginny were seated,
"I'm fine. I- I need to go back to our compartment," she said lamely before kissing Ron's cheek. "See you later," she said before turning away, completely ignoring Ron's other companions. Ron faced them and shrugged dismally.
"Well, can't blame me for trying," he said before plopping down next to them
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"Hey Granger!"
Hermione's eyes flew open as she saw a blonde haired person in front of her,
"What?" she asked groggily, rubbing her eyes and smothering a yawn,
"You better get dressed unless you'd rather be left behind," he said sharply and Hermione finally realized where she was and who's with her at the moment.
"Fine! Just don't bite my head off!" she complained irritably as she started to stand up.
Her head was throbbing violently and she couldn't see straight.
"So, you're finally capably of talking, I thought you'd finally gone mental," he sneered, eyeing her maliciously
"I'm fine, thank you," she replied coldly, picking up her robes, "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to get changed now,"
"Go ahead,"
Hermione stared at him stonily as he didn't move from his place
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Get out you perv!"
"Ooh! Fiery temper. I like that in a girl," he smirked still not moving
"Oh really? Well I suppose you like a swift kick in the butt, too?"
"I'd like to see you try," he challenged and it took all of Hermione's control to not call his bluff as she gathered her clothes and proceeded to step outside the compartment.
"Scared, Granger?"
"No. Just being smart as not to touch a dirty pervert like you," she countered and walked away.
"Look who's talking, you filthy mudblood!"
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The feast, as usual, was superb although Hermione ate only very little since her appetite had lately become nonexistent that she even shed a few pounds from her skinny frame that she looked sickly.
She couldn't wait to retire to bed and begin classes the next day, hoping she'd be busy enough to stop thinking about Harry and their breakup.
"Hermione,"
Hermione looked up and saw Lavender Brown looking at her apprehensively,
"Yeah?" she asked blankly and Lavender threw a concerned look over at Parvati Patil, who just shook her head,
"We just asked you if you'd like to join us for some hot cocoa at the common room later,"
"You know, to catch up on things,"
Hermione shook her head, "I think I'll turn in early tonight. I'm not quite feeling good,"
"You do look sick," Parvati agreed, examining her, "Really, Hermione, you should take care of yourself. You're practically thinning down,"
"I know," she said looking down at herself. My summer was just a bit. stressful," she finished with a sigh. "I'll probably feel like my old self tomorrow," she shrugged and Lavender and Parvati seemed to be contented with her answer as they started talking about other things.
After taking a warm bath, Hermione lay down on her soft bed and stared blankly at the red, silky canopy of the four-poster bed in her new Head Girl bedroom and wondered for what seemed like the hundredth time that week: 'What went wrong?'
Tears she didn't know she had left started to gather in her eyes.
What really did went wrong, Harry? I thought we were happy. I thought you were happy with me. What went wrong?
As a sob escaped from her, she couldn't control what came next. She couldn't stop crying as she rolled to her side and her tears continued to flow.
She remembered the time when Harry first told her how he felt. It was only the second week of sixth year and she and Harry were watching Ron and Ginny practice quidditch. They were joking and laughing heartily as Harry just spoke, 'you're beautiful, Hermione'
She remembered how she stopped in mid-laugh and asked him, 'What?'
Harry's eyes looked so serious as he stared at her and smiled, 'You're so beautiful,' he had said before he kissed her right then and there. in the stands of the quidditch field, in front of the entire Gryffindor quidditch team.
It was so romantic and so perfect. so perfect that she hadn't seen it coming.
She gripped her pillow tightly to prevent herself from crying harder. Although she had promised herself that she wouldn't cry for him again, she couldn't help it.
She had loved Harry since long before and she still loves him up until this time.
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Author's note: Hey all! I've decided to end chapter one here. Hope you like it. I know it's filled with too much drama and stuff but I just couldn't help it. I would really appreciate your reviews, though so I could improve or be inspired to continue this... P.S.--- I hope the spacing problem's been solved cause I did the spacings and stuff for the dialogues but when I viewed it at fanfic.com, it didn't look like my 'word document format'--- any suggestions in dealing with this? Thanks!!