By Piggylette
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Twenty minutes found Hermione Granger sitting in the library, staring at books but seeing nothing. What was she thinking about? Nothing. Everything. Her mind was so filled with emotions that her brain had turned to soup; only a sieve or a taste bud could now determine what was what. The book before her discussed hypnotism and necromancy, but she saw only the blur of words and the fleeting thought that she wouldn't mind being hypnotized, kept in a trance, forever.
As the letters began to weave in and out of each other, Hermione recognized the faint sound of laughter. Laughter. Gay and light, pouring through the walkway between rows of books. Voices. One female, one male, laughing, teasing. What were they laughing at? It couldn't be her. She wanted to be laughing too. Why wasn't she laughing?
Turning her head slightly, the curly-headed witch glanced into the aisle just in time to spot the glee couple themselves. Ratish brown hair and hazel eyes laughed selfishly as a platinum blond head of hair buried itself in the skin of her neck. Too much laughing. It was driving Hermione crazy.
"Just bloody get a room, will you?"
It stopped. The laughing stopped. But – wait – they stopped too. Why were they staring at her like that?
The man's blond head detached itself from the female's neck. It turned. Icy blue eyes opened and fixed themselves on Hermione, and she immediately regretted her outburst.
That was it. That's why they had been laughing. Because they were horny and they were sluts and that's what sluts do. She had been one. She knew that now. But now, the sluts were her ex-lover and her replacement. Her replacement.
A part of her wished it were still her. That she were the slut wrapped securely in his, ergo evil, arms.
His eyes. His cold silver eyes. Now locked on her own. Were they – no. They couldn't be concerned.
You saw me mourning my love for you
But maybe – no, he couldn't care. He was spineless. Not concerned, not caring. But maybe – yes, just maybe – he was understanding. The hurt was screaming out of her eyes. 'I hate you, I love you, I love to hate you, I hate to love you, how could you have done this to me, did you think I'd forgotten?…'
Hermione opened her mouth to apologize but stopped herself. What did she have to feel sorry for? She had merely disrupted their hedonistic groping. Hurt turned to apology, apology turned to anger. Attitude.
"Yes?" she snapped.
Oh no, she'd done it. He was going to retort. He had to. In order to keep his evil dignity, he would retort, therefore killing all the hope left inside of her and practically killing herself. But – wait. Was that – he was hurt! She could see it in his eyes. Maybe he did really care. Or maybe not. But it was a good sign.
If only her hopeful change of expression hadn't given her away.
"Come on, sweetie, let's get out of h- wait. We don't need to listen to a worthless mudblood at the bottom of the food chain. No matter. Pansy, dear, I'll meet you in my quarters in a minute. This scum needs to learn her place."
Pansy squealed with delight and traipsed out of the library. Stupid cow.
Draco's uneasiness brought her back to the situation at present.
She was alone. With her enemy.
3. 2. 1. Draco exploded. "What the fuck's wrong with you?"
Silence. What could she say? 'YOU BROKE MY HEART, ASSHOLE!' No, she could never let him see how much he had affected her. Instead, she stared at the ground, part of her wishing he'd take her in his arms and ravage her and the other part wishing he'd be stricken dead at any moment.
She couldn't see his face, but she pictured it as being a portrait of sadness and regret. Most likely, it was a mixture of frustration and confusion. "Hermi- Granger - I, uh…"
She looked up quickly. Draco Malfoy never stuttered. They coincidentally swapped eye targets as he had turned his features toward the ground, leaving her to stare at the top of his head.
She drew a careful breath and pseudo-confidently asked, "I'm sure you could make a dandy guess as to what's wrong with me." Unfortunately, the tear welling up in her left eye gave her away a bit more than she had intended.
and touched my hand
As she reached up to wipe her eyes, the silver-haired Slytherin grabbed her hand, brought it to his eye-level, and stared at it, rubbing it gently and mindlessly. Hermione had difficulty trying not to emit a gasp.
"Just – just let it go, Granger. Let it go."
Hermione stared at their entwined hands for what felt like a year but was really no more than a dozen seconds. "It was you."
I knew you loved me then
Instantly, Draco looked up from their hands as if only then realizing his current location and situation. He stood up abruptly. "Excuse me?"
She stood from her perch on the table, intent not to let him get away. "The letter. You wrote the letter to me in the hospital wing after I, well, fainted, and –"
"Calm down! Surely you've mixed fantasy with reality. I don't waste my time writing to filthy Mudbloods such as yourself." At that, he turned away from her and began walking towards the doors leading from the Library.
Her voice was cold as ice. "No. You only sleep with them."
Draco Malfoy stopped in his tracks. He stood there for a full minute, in mid-step, without turning around, before Hermione reclaimed her seat at the table, scribbled a sentence or two onto some spare parchment, and packed up her books. She rose quickly, quietly, and with much determination.
Just as Malfoy began moving to the door once more, Hermione passed him from the right and deposited the torn piece of parchment into his hand before fluidly exiting the library.
Draco stared at the parchment in his hand, completely speechless and unsure of himself for only the second time in his life.
Her words were powerful and their meaning was clear:
Your whore thanks you for your services and wishes you luck deflowering the whole of Hogwarts' female population.
Yours nevermore,
HxExG
A/N: Hermione Evelyn Granger. Any complaints? See me after class.
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