A Dramione Love Story Book 3
written by Hermione Jean Malfoy
I finally decided to add more to this. Please read books 1 and 2. This is in progress.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Hermione was even more furious than Draco about having to tutor him again, if that was possible. But she tried hard not to show it.
And so on Saturday, they could be found sitting at a table together, books in hands. Hermione was so furious she decided he would do the N.E.W.T. Transfiguration practice papers while she read. But she was even having trouble reading.
What had happened that night in the hospital wing? When Hagrid had walked in, Madam Pomfrey had told reminded them once again that there should only be six visitors at a time...but Hagrid had made six....So why had she scolded them? She remembered seeing a flash of white-blonde hair....Or was it just her imagination running wild with her again?
"Here, finished," Draco drawled, sliding over the paper. For a breath-taking moment their hands touched. But Hermione quickly pulled away. She inspected the paper.
"Every question wrong. Do it again," she commanded. "You'd get a Troll on this, you know. You'd fail. We'll have to stay here until you get an Outstanding. I don't know if that's possible, but....It will take a long time, Malfoy, the dumber you are, the longer we stay stuck."
Draco gave her a shifty smile. "I did that on purpose, so I could spend some more time with you," he whispered. Hermione looked at him, revolted. She raised her hand quickly toward his face, preparing a painful slap....
But it didn't come. Hermione tried again. She stopped. She couldn't slap him. She couldn't slap Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin, the boy who had tormented her and her friends for five years, who called her a Mudblood, who had Death Eater parents and a poor house-elf....
Then something took hold of her.
"I love you," she blurted. Draco smiled. His plan was getting along nicely....
Hermione immediately raised her hand and covered her mouth, looking horrifiedly at her now worst enemy. Without a word, she wiped a tear, packed her bag, and left the library, walking as quickly as she could without attracting Madam Pince.
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Sorry if this chapter was too sappy. I couldn't think of anything else.
And so on Saturday, they could be found sitting at a table together, books in hands. Hermione was so furious she decided he would do the N.E.W.T. Transfiguration practice papers while she read. But she was even having trouble reading.
What had happened that night in the hospital wing? When Hagrid had walked in, Madam Pomfrey had told reminded them once again that there should only be six visitors at a time...but Hagrid had made six....So why had she scolded them? She remembered seeing a flash of white-blonde hair....Or was it just her imagination running wild with her again?
"Here, finished," Draco drawled, sliding over the paper. For a breath-taking moment their hands touched. But Hermione quickly pulled away. She inspected the paper.
"Every question wrong. Do it again," she commanded. "You'd get a Troll on this, you know. You'd fail. We'll have to stay here until you get an Outstanding. I don't know if that's possible, but....It will take a long time, Malfoy, the dumber you are, the longer we stay stuck."
Draco gave her a shifty smile. "I did that on purpose, so I could spend some more time with you," he whispered. Hermione looked at him, revolted. She raised her hand quickly toward his face, preparing a painful slap....
But it didn't come. Hermione tried again. She stopped. She couldn't slap him. She couldn't slap Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin, the boy who had tormented her and her friends for five years, who called her a Mudblood, who had Death Eater parents and a poor house-elf....
Then something took hold of her.
"I love you," she blurted. Draco smiled. His plan was getting along nicely....
Hermione immediately raised her hand and covered her mouth, looking horrifiedly at her now worst enemy. Without a word, she wiped a tear, packed her bag, and left the library, walking as quickly as she could without attracting Madam Pince.
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Sorry if this chapter was too sappy. I couldn't think of anything else.
