It Doesn't Matter
by
Madd Spammer
“You filthy mudblood.”
Hermione turned and walked away. There was no point in arguing anymore.
She was the smarter one, and she didn’t
feel that
she’d need to prove herself to Draco. Or anyone.
“Where’re you going?” He called out after her.
“Away.”
“Good.”
She jerked around to stare coldly at the pale boy. “You really don’t
understand, do you? I’m going away, and I’m not
coming back.
I’m leaving Hogwarts. I don’t want to have to put up with the likes
of you anymore. I don’t need it. I really
don’t.”
At first, he was at loss for words. Then he just said the first words
that stumbled through his mind. “But everyone’ll
miss you!”
“Evidently, not everyone.”
Oops. “All the Gryffindors will. Especially Weasley
and Potter. You know they both have huge crushes on you. As
do other guys.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Others?”
Oops… I did it again. “Yeah. Gryffindors. Like Neville and Seamus.”
“So?”
“So, you can’t leave.”
“Why ever not?”
“I already told you!”
“Refresh my memory.” Hermione smirked. She was almost starting to enjoy this.
“Because I… er… we… no, they’ll miss you.” Crap. Draco had really screwed up.
“You’ll miss me?”
“That’s not what I meant to say.”
“That’s beside the point.” Now Hermione was getting quite curious. “Will you miss me?”
“Maybe… er, no! Of course not! Why would I?”
“I don’t know, really.” Since she was so smart, it was no problem
for her to manipulate him like this. “Why would you
miss me?”
“I… uhh… no… umm…”
“You would miss me, wouldn’t you?”
Draco looked down at the ground and kicked the dirt.
“Answer me,” Hermione demanded flatly.
He looked up with puppy dog eyes and nodded sheepishly. This time he was the one to turn his back.
Hermione thought, but wasn’t sure, that Draco was crying. She watched
for a moment, and her suspicions were
confirmed
when she could see his shoulders convulsing and that he was holding his
face in his hands.
She cautiously tiptoed over towards him, as not to startle him, and placed her hand on his shoulder.
He shrugged her away. “This isn’t right. I can’t… you can’t…” He sobbed.
Hermione took a step around Draco so that she was right in front of him.
She put her hand to his face and forced him
to look up
at her. “Yes, we can.”
For a moment, no words were uttered. The two looked deep into each other’s eyes, studying every detail.
“We can,” Draco repeated after the long silence.
Hermione thought for another moment. “I had always wondered why I
wasn’t sorted into Ravenclaw. If I would have
been a Ravenclaw,
we wouldn’t be at odds like this.”
A few remaining tears slid down Draco’s face. He felt like a fool
for crying. And yet… he didn’t. “You’re not as
smart as you
are for no reason. It’s so you realize how stupid this rivalry is.
It shouldn’t matter.”
“It doesn’t,” she whispered, “Not to me.”
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