Memories of the
Disclaimer and Notes in Chapter One.
A.N- This chapter is really short and some people
have complained about that in the past, but honestly, I'm having a
major writer's block for this story and unless you want to wait even
longer for the next chapter, you're going to have to accept this one
as is, sorry.
Part Nineteen- Advice, of the Unwanted Sort
A week later Hermione was still avoiding Harry and spending limited time with Ron. She couldn't figure out any other solution to her dilemma.
When she was with Ron, she tried to be calm and relaxed, but she just couldn't get Harry's words out of her head. She knew Ron noticed how tense and distracted she was and she felt bad, but she didn't know how to stop it.
Just like she didn't know how to stop being in love with Harry. She wished she did, because it would make everything so much simpler. Unfortunately, one of the unpleasant things about life was that you couldn't choose who you fell in love and she'd fallen in love with Harry, instead of Ron who she was supposed to be in love with. Definitely, someone's idea of a cruel joke, she was sure.
She was surprised, when Draco stopped her in the hallway after class, after all it wasn't like they were good friends or anything. Or even friends at all, he was just Ginny's boyfriend and Harry's best friend, not anything to her personally.
"Can I talk to you?" He asked.
"Of course." She said quietly.
"Somewhere private." Draco told her.
Hermione sighed. "Since you already have access to the Gryffindor towers, my room."
Hurrying, hoping not to be seen, she led Draco into the Towers, and up to the Head Girl's room.
"Talk." She said, as soon as they were alone.
"Fine." Draco told her. "All right, I knew Potter was an idiot, but what's your excuse?"
"Excuse me!" Hermione demanded.
"Ginny told me that you overheard Harry and I." Draco said flatly. "She also told me that you don't intend to do anything about the information."
"I don't see how it's any of your business." Hermione told him coldly. Some part of her found it almost laughable that she was discussing her love life with Draco Malfoy, of all people, it was something that she certainly would never have even considered possible a few years before and even now it struck as particularly strange.
"It's my business because Harry's my best friend." Draco replied flatly. "I've spent the last two years watching him pine away for you, without you ever knowing. I held my tongue then, but I'm not going to now."
"Yay, lucky me." Hermione muttered.
"Yes, lucky you." Draco told her. "Because you need to have some sense drilled into you."
He paused, as if trying to gather his words together. "Harry loves you, he's always loved you." Draco told her quietly. "And I believe you've always loved him and not just as friends, real, true love. I've watched the way you look at him when no one else is watching and I know how he feels about you. It's the kind of love that Ginny and I share, the kind that comes one in a lifetime. No matter how you feel about Weas-Ron, it's not that."
"Thank you for being an expert on my feelings." Hermione said icily, not wanting to think about the fact there might be some truth in his words. It didn't matter anyway, she was with Ron and she was going to stay with him. That was that.
Draco just looked at her. "I can't tell you what to do." He told her, then smiled. "Well, I can, but I can't make you listen. All I can say is that if you throw what you and Harry could have away, then you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
With that he turned and left, leaving Hermione staring after him.
She wanted to forget everything he had just said, but she knew that she wasn't going to, that his words would be playing over and over in her mind fro sometime.
Still, it didn't matter. She had made up her mind and nothing and nobody could change it.
Especially not Draco Malfoy.