The Dark Side (Dramione)

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Hermione
"Harry, there's no way Draco Malfoy is a Death Eater." I said once again for at least the a hundredth time this week.

Me and Harry were walking down the halls of Hogwarts to get to Herbology.

Harry was determined to prove that Malfoy was a Death Eater, but I didn't believe a word. If anything, Malfoy was probably just in a...depressed state.

Right whenever I thought that, Malfoy passed us in a fast walk, glancing at me for a moment. My eyebrow rose.

His stormy gray eyes looked sad, pitiful. His platinum blond blonde hair was in a perfectly perfect, and he moved quickly.

Harry apparently noticed, because he shot Malfoy back a look.

"He's probably just upset." Harry argued back,

"The ferret doesn't have feelings. The only feeling he possesses is anger." I snorted.

Just then, Ron joined our sides.

"Bloody hell, I'm starving." I gave Ron a look.

"You just ate breakfast, Ronald." That's the mystery about Ron. He was always hungry.

The rest of the day my mind kept drifting to Malfoy. And I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing...

***

It was seven o'clock in the afternoon whenever I sat in the library, reading.

Nothing was better then reading. It truly calmed my stress.

Suddenly, a voice erupted through my ears, resulting in me to not need to look up to even know who said it.

"Hey nerd, spending your time reading I see?" Malfoy. I rolled my eyes, already exasperated. What did this idiot need?

Unfortunately, he sat across the table from me, making my annoyance level only rise.

"What do you want, Ferret?" I asked, not even bothering to look up from my book. I could just feel him smirking.

"Nothing, just in the need for some attention." Sense when did he ever acquire attention from me? For the past five years the only thing he's done talking to me was torment my life.

"More like you just came here to annoy me." I murmured.

"What was that Granger?" I couldn't contain the smile that showed on my lips.

"Nothing, just liking the irony of me annoying you." I looked up and Malfoy rolled his eyes.

There was a short moment and silence, and out of curiosity, I asked,

"What's been going on with you lately?" Malfoy looked up, his eyes meeting mine.

For a second, just a second, he looked hurt. Like he needed to tell me something...I debated in my head to plead for an answer. But he just shook his head.

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong." Lies, I thought to myself.

Everyone knew that tone someone used when their lying. Like they wanted you to discover the lie, but at the same time, they wanted to keep it to their self.

Malfoy was aching. You could just  tell.

"Why do you do that?" I asked. Malfoy's eyebrow rose.

"What do you-"

"I mean, Malfoy," I dropped my book on the table, ready to go into a whole twenty minute explanation. I continued with a smart tone, "I see you in the hallways. In classrooms. Your hurt. And although you think your gianormous ego is keeping people from thinking that, your wrong. So wrong. So tell me Malfoy, what is wrong with you?"

Malfoy looked absolutely and utterly speechless. I sat there for a moment, but Draco rose to his feet.

He then walked away, leaving me clueless. Clueless of what just happened.