Breaking Through - A Dramione Love Story
written by Elizabeth Black
Draco and Hermione are back for an 8th year at Hogwarts, but little do they know how confusing their life is going to get! Will they survive the confusion of losses, friends, and new romance? And if they do, will everyone take it so gracefully? *not complete* Preview: “Um... Malfoy? I need to get into this compartment. I’m the head girl,” she says this with a proud glint in her eye and a smirk. “Well, you're in luck Granger!” I say sarcastically lifting her trunk and owl up into the compartment, “I’m the head boy.”
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Boiling Waters - Draco P.O.V
Chapter 12
I felt bad after commenting on Ron. But bad for her, not bad for Weasel. I would never sink low enough to be sympathetic to Weasel. I am even kicking myself for feeling bad for her.
Then I heard her talk about me. Saying that I was a stuck-up something or other. I boiled over, and ran into my room, slamming the door. I know she must feel terrible, but I wasn't ready to even try to forgive her. 7 years of hatred and a broken promise weren't that easy to get past.
I never really hated her. But I could never hear to see her with Potty and Weasel. My temper boiled over. She would have been a nice Slytherin. If she hasn’t been a Mud... Muggle-born.
After I heard her talk about me, I ran to my bed and cried. I mean, I haven't cried since I was 5, and I broke my father's dueling trophy. It just sucks when the only person you felt even remotely trusted by called you... awful things. I heard her leave for class, and I finally emerged from my bedroom. I had a double free period right now. Usually, I would have used this to fool around with my friends, but since I don't have any, I was alone. For two whole periods.
It sucked. I did a bit of homework, but it was a total disaster, and I would get frustrated, run down to my room, blasting stuff out of the way with my wand, and collapsing on my bed in frustration. It was a hard 2 periods, but I finally pulled on a sweater and some jeans and walked out into the frosty September air to wail until charms.
As I was sitting there on the cold, dry grass, feeling the light breeze mess up my hair, I started thinking.
Why do I want Granger to like me? I mean she’s a Mudblood. No, Draco doesn’t use that word. She’s a Muggle-born, and friends with Harry Potty and Ronald Weasel. I mean she dated weasel. Wait... are you jealous? No definitely not... just because she has great friends and a great ex... oh man I am jealous aren’t I? Oh, sh*t. I have submerged myself in boiling waters.
Then I heard her talk about me. Saying that I was a stuck-up something or other. I boiled over, and ran into my room, slamming the door. I know she must feel terrible, but I wasn't ready to even try to forgive her. 7 years of hatred and a broken promise weren't that easy to get past.
I never really hated her. But I could never hear to see her with Potty and Weasel. My temper boiled over. She would have been a nice Slytherin. If she hasn’t been a Mud... Muggle-born.
After I heard her talk about me, I ran to my bed and cried. I mean, I haven't cried since I was 5, and I broke my father's dueling trophy. It just sucks when the only person you felt even remotely trusted by called you... awful things. I heard her leave for class, and I finally emerged from my bedroom. I had a double free period right now. Usually, I would have used this to fool around with my friends, but since I don't have any, I was alone. For two whole periods.
It sucked. I did a bit of homework, but it was a total disaster, and I would get frustrated, run down to my room, blasting stuff out of the way with my wand, and collapsing on my bed in frustration. It was a hard 2 periods, but I finally pulled on a sweater and some jeans and walked out into the frosty September air to wail until charms.
As I was sitting there on the cold, dry grass, feeling the light breeze mess up my hair, I started thinking.
Why do I want Granger to like me? I mean she’s a Mudblood. No, Draco doesn’t use that word. She’s a Muggle-born, and friends with Harry Potty and Ronald Weasel. I mean she dated weasel. Wait... are you jealous? No definitely not... just because she has great friends and a great ex... oh man I am jealous aren’t I? Oh, sh*t. I have submerged myself in boiling waters.
