You Don't Know

Chapter 9 - Untitled

The morning came swiftly, welcomed by some, cursed by others.

Ron pulled the covers up over his head.

"Just a little longer," he said, muffled by the sheets.

"Get up. We've go potions first! Well be late!" yelled Dean Thomas throwing a pillow across the room at Ron. The bed burst into life as Ron jumped up.

"Why didn't you say so!" he grumbled hopping around trying to get his foot into the pant leg.

Harry was already dresses and was fixing up his tie.

"I'll met you downstairs," he said before leaving the room.

Harry took the stairs two at a time and promptly met up with Hermione. She greeted him with a smile.

"Is Ron coming?" she asked just as Ron came tumbling down the stairs.

"I'm here," he said stuffing his shirt into his pants.

"We haven't got time for breakfast," said Hermione picking up an arm full of books.

"What?!" cried Ron. "There's a always time for breakfast!"

"Not today, not if you don't want Snape breathing down our necks," said Harry speeding up to catch up with the other Gryffindors. Ron groaned and raced to catch up with the others. They arrived at the classroom seconds before Professor Snape. Who still, after all these years, hadn't landed the job as Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher, which he was still bitter about. The Gryffindors also noticed that once again that they had been paired with Slytherin.

"Is this some kind of sick punishment?" Seamus whispered in Ron's ear.

"Just remember this'll be the last year," whispered Ron back taking a seat next to Harry towards the back.

"Please let it be over," said Ron with a sigh.

"It hasn't even begun," said Harry

"Your point?" added Ron

The class ran as always. Snape taking as many points from Gryffindor as possible, Harry being yelled at 5 times, and of course the favouring of the Slytherins. The potion making was trivial as it was a review from last year, however Neville had somehow managed to burn a hole through his cauldron. All, especially the Gryffindors, welcomed the end of the period. Ron almost falling flat on his face raced down the hall to get something to eat before Divination. Harry said bye to Hermione before chasing after Ron. Hermione smiled as she watched them disappear around the corner. She waited for a moment then headed of to the library to do some studying.

***

It had taken most of the morning for Draco to ditch Cable and Goyle, but he had finally done it. He didn't feel like going to classes, which had become more and more. He was heading to the library when he saw Hermione. She was alone and heading his way. He felt this sudden urge to talk to her. She was walking close to the wall so he lent up against it to block her way.

Hermione noticed Malfoy up ahead of her. She gave a sigh lethargically. She stopped in front of him and pulled her books closed to her chest. She looked up at him.

"What do you want?" she asked unenthused.

"I don't know. I just had this urge to talk to you." He said in a daze.

"Well if you don't have anything to say I'll be leaving," said Hermione walking past him.

"I'm sorry," said Draco turning towards her. Hermione stopped and turned around to see him, but said nothing

"Bloody hell! I'm trying to apologize here," said Draco frustrated.

"Saying sorry, however many times, still won't make up for what you did to me," she paused. "It hurt, and I'm not ready to let it go. Tears formed in her eyes.

"Just leave me alone. I only tutor because I have to. It's doesn't mean I want to be friends," finished Hermione, turning away as tears flooded into her eyes.

Why did he have to do that? He had hurt her so much. The things he had said had made her cry so many times, and he had the balls to try and apologise. Nothing could ever make up for the way he had treated her! Nothing!

Draco watched as she walked down the hall. His eyes darkened.

"What makes you think I want to be your friend?!" he cried down the empty hall.

He knew that she wouldn't forgive him, however deep down he was hoping that she would. He didn't blame her for it. The things he had done over the years were awful. Standing there alone in the hall he felt an anger growing inside of him. An anger that disgusted him. She had every right to hate him, so why did he feel like this? He didn't want to. He could sense himself thinking ' how could she talk to me like that, doesn't she know who I am! I'm a Malf... what the hell is the matter with you Draco! It's not who you are!' The strange anger continued to grow inside of him until he unleashed it through his fist, which he hit up against the wall. For a moment after he had struck the wall everything felt better, but only for a moment. Instead of the anger returning a dread filled his body. What was happening to him?