Dramione Fanfic

chapter five

Waiting for the rejection

It comes in waves and it feels like it's proud

-Mind, Willamette Stones

Draco

The nurses said I would have to stay in the hospital for two nights because fingers are detailed and difficult to heal. I rolled my eyes. Great! My grades are already bad enough and I know that none of my 'friends' will bring me the assignments.

The first night I spent in the hospital was tedious. And that morning I was anxious, wondering what I was missing in class. But there was nothing I could do about it so I tried to think about something else.

Hermione. She asked me if I was stalking her and then broke my hand when I tried to stop her from leaving. Why did I stop her? I was confused because I think I love her and I've never loved anyone before. On the contrary, I hate everyone. So I don't really know if I love her because I don't have anything to compare it to.

And right after my classes would have ended, there she was. Her face was flushed and her hair bounced around her head. When I saw her our eyes met and she gave me a small, nervous smile.

She walked up to me where I was sitting up in my bed on top of the covers. I was confused. "Why are you here?" I demanded a bit angrily. The little smile slipped away from her face.

"Well, I, um, felt bad about breaking your hand and you missed all your classes because of me so I thought I should bring you the assignments that you missed." Her face was bright red. I stopped glaring at her and took the pieces of paper that she handed me.

"And," she added quickly, "I was wondering what you meant when you said you were following me." It was my turn to blush. She waited for me to answer but i couldn't think of anything to say. When I didn't answer she continued, "'Cause for a while I thought that you were plotting to kill me but you had plenty of chances and you still haven't made a move so I was wondering..." She trailed off.

I laughed a little, "I'm not plotting to kill you, Hermione." I immediately realised my mistake. In my head I always called her 'Hermione' but when I talked to her I called her 'Granger'. I internally cursed myself and I could see her flinch. But she was talking again.

"So, why were you following me?" I sat there for a second and tried to think of an answer besides the truth. My mind was blank.

"Okaaaay," She said, she was obviously frustrated and nervous. "I'm gonna ask you something and you can't laugh. Okay?" I nodded. "Do you like me?" Yes.