Dramione - Hate Is A Strong Word

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

~Draco’s POV~

     I woke up and memories from last night flooded back to me. I had apologised to Hermione. And most importantly, she had forgiven me. I felt much better because I know she didn’t blame me, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I didn’t feel as empty and as hollow as I usually would, I almost felt happy. I was going to take into account what Hermione had said; I was going to make my own choices and they would be the right ones, I was going to be a nicer person, I was going to start to move on from what had happened and try to forgive myself. ‘I am going to change, for Hermione.’

I jumped out of bed, with a positive outlook on life. I happily had a shower, whistling to myself and I got dressed. I walked out my room and I found Hermione in the kitchen.

“Morning Hermione” I said cheerfully, as I made myself breakfast. I heard her gasp, because I called her by her first name, but she quickly recovered.

“Morning Draco,” she responded, “You seem happy.” I sat down opposite her and looked her in the eyes, trying to look sincere,

“I’m going to take on board everything you said, I am going to change for the better.”

She smiled, “Good, I am very pleased to hear that.”

“Thank you for forgiving me and giving me the power to forgive myself.”

“No problem, it was always inside you, you just needed a little shove in the right direction.” She smiled, jokingly pushing me.

We both laughed and ate our breakfast, talking and joking.

     Everyone sat in the Great Hall, after an exhausting day, shovelling food down our throats. I was talking with Blaise and occasionally looking at Hermione, sometimes catching her eye, I would grin at her and she would smile back, blushing before looking away.

At the end of the meal, McGonagall’s voice boomed across the hall, silencing everyone.

“Now everyone please be quiet for a special announcement from Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley.”

Potter and Weaselette stood at the front of the hall and looked at each other, nervous. Weaselette nodded to Potter, indicating for him to speak. He took a step forwards and said,

“Hi everyone, Ginny and I would just like to invite you all to our engagement party, which will be a week from now, here in the Great Hall.” Everyone burst into chatter about the fact they were engaged. Weaselette stepped forwards interrupting everyone,

“Yes, yes, we are engaged. So if you would like to come and celebrate with us, you can buy a dress or suit at Hogsmeade this weekend. The party will be at 9pm next Saturday. We hope to see you there.”

Professor McGonagall spoke “Thank you Mr. Potter and Miss. Weasley. Now everyone I expect you will be sensible in Hogsmeade tomorrow and buy suitable outfits for the celebration. Off to bed now, goodnight.”

Again everyone burst into discussion, excitedly talking about what they were going to wear or gossiping about Potter and Weaselette. I wasn’t excited, but I would show up, because I am trying to change and it should be fun. I glanced over at Hermione, she hugged Weaselette and Potter, before whispering and giggling with Weaselette. She looked adorable, I could tell she was pleased and happy. She turned around to Weaselbee sat sulking. Suddenly she grabbed his face and kissed him, taking him by surprise, he kissed back passionately. A wave of nausea hit me followed by this horrible feeling growing inside me as I watched the horrific scene. I got up and walked back to the common room. What was happening to me? Why did that bother me so much? I couldn’t possibly like Granger more than just friends, could I? These thoughts floated endlessly around my head for the rest of the night until I drifted into an uncomfortable sleep.