Hidden Feelings - A Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter Fourteen

A/N Sooo this chapter deleted itself which was annoying because it's probably the longest chapter I've written so far (maybe besides one other). It's probably not as good as before but I hope you all still like it!

Months have passed, and Hermione and I have grown apart from Ron and Harry. Hermione and Ron were fighting too much, and I wasn't about to leave my best friend's side, so I stayed with her. I'm nice to the boys whenever I see them, but Hermione completely ignores the two. As for Draco Malfoy, he hasn't said a word to me since that day on the train. I've given up on wondering who gave me the ring, for it does nothing but take my focus away from school.

As we near the end of the school year, we take final exams; and, true to Hermione's word, something happens. Everything happens.

"Elizabeth," Hermione says, standing in the doorway of our room. "Buckbeak's execution. It's today."

I abandon the notes that I've been reviewing, pushing them away from me. "I can't believe they're actually going to do this."

"We're going to go see Hagrid," she tells me, not budging from her spot by the door.

"What? Hermione, it's almost dark," I point out. "We'll get in-"

"I already talked to the boys. Harry has the cloak," she says, a small smile on her face. One forms on mine too, and I raise an eyebrow.

"So we're talking to them again?"

"Oh, as rude as they are, I miss them," she giggles. I laugh softly, standing up and following her out of the room and down the stairs. When we see Harry and Ron, grins form on their faces.

"We missed you," Ron admits, looking between the two of us.

"We're sorry," Harry adds. "For everything."

"We're sorry for not talking to you that much," I say, glancing at Hermione. She nods stiffly, but there's still a hint of a smile on her face.

Harry throws the cloak over us all, and we make our way to Hagrid's hut. Harry pulls the cloak back and knocks on the door.

"It's not time yet!" comes a wail from inside. The door swings open, revealing Hagrid with a red, tear-stained face. "It's not-hey, what are you lot doin' here?"

Hermione is the first one to throw her arms around him. I follow her lead, feeling Harry and Ron behind Hermione and I before Hagrid's arms wrap around us, squeezing us tightly.

"We had to come," Hermione says, her voice muffled. "We couldn't leave you alone tonight."

Hermione and I have spent quite a bit of time here in the past few months. I quickly realized why they all loved Hagrid so much. He was so kind and comforting; it would be awful not to help him out during this time.

"Thank you all," he mumbles, and I'm sure that he's getting choked up.

He invites us all inside, and we find spots in his cozy living room. I hear a rustling sound from outside as I sit down, turning my head to see Buckbeak out the window. He lets out a squawk, rearing onto his hind legs, his wings flapping behind him. I look away, biting my lip as tears begin to sting at my eyes. He's going to die for nothing.

Hermione's shriek brings my attention back to what's happening. She jumps up from her seat at a table, backing up as quickly as she can.

"Scabbers!" Ron gasps, rushing toward the table. The rat falls out of the tipped milk jug, leaping down to the floor. He tries to get away from Ron, but is caught, and struggles wildly against his grip. "Scabbers, where were you? You had me worried sick!"