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a/n: Thanks so much for all the reviews! You guys rock! Thanks also for all the suggestions and commentary, they're much appreciated. And for those complaining that Malfoy is a tad out of character, I'll try and put him back in his bad boy, arrogant self for the next few chapters. I'll try. Ok? Thanks!

P.S. I Love You
Chapter 6-Stormy nights and Morning Explanations

Hermione awoke with a start. In the distance, outside the dark and gloomy castle, she could hear the fall of raindrops, as it pelted into the roof, and the ground, creating splashing noises that seem to drop heavily on the cobbled paths. It was raining. She hated rain. Especially on dark nights like this. It brought back too much memories of her childhood.

Suddenly, the room was illuminated by the strike of lightning on the bleak sky. Memories of a night similar to this abruptly erupted in her mind: the car, the dark and empty road, the bombarding rain, the accident. It was all too depressing, all overwhelming. Storms had always given her the same nightmares, the same fear, over and over again.

Involuntarily, she started sobbing and shaking all at once, drenched in sweat from unadulterated fear. She couldn’t help it. The storm has somehow gotten hold of her usual composed self, and let loose all the feelings, all the dismal memories and loneliness that had once settled in her heart. She sobbed more and more, not realizing where she was in the first place, or the fact that she had awoken the other occupant of the room.

Draco Malfoy sat staring at her for what seemed like hours. Here he was, asleep on the floor, after being locked in his own room, with Hermione Granger sleeping on his ever relaxing bed. He had no clue on why she was suddenly bawling her eyes out, or why it seems to frighten him, panic rising in his chest.

He sat transfixed on her figure, shaking ever so slightly, muffled sobs heard from where her hands were covering her face. She seemed so frightened and lonely; the sight was just truly making him disheartened. He debated for a moment longer, deciding on whether he should tease her first, or actually ask what’s wrong. After all, this was Mudblood-Granger crying on his bed. He had been nice enough.

Then, deciding she seemed too upset, he stood up from his spot on the floor and made his way to his bed. Besides, she would probably be too depressed to retort back. He wasn’t that rude to make fun of a vulnerable girl. Sitting on the edge, he let his weight cause some movement in the mattress, thus allowing Hermione to feel and know his presence.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” she asked her voice apologetic as she sniffed.

“No, no it’s alright.” He paused and hesitated before, “Is something wrong Granger?”

She sat pondering on whether or not she should tell him. He has been awfully nice recently, especially tonight, when they both got stuck in his room. But on the other hand, he was still the ferret she knew. He was still the boy that kept tormenting her about blood line, about her looks, and her intelligence. Perhaps she shouldn’t tell him. He wouldn’t understand and merely laugh at her and make her feel worse. But somehow, her mouth wasn’t following her brain at the moment.

“It’s just the storm… it frightens me.” She said her eyes big with fear.

“Oh, come on Granger, there’s truly nothing to be afraid of. Afraid that the boogey man will suddenly made an appearance?” He said teasingly before, “I mean it’s just water. If you’re worried about the lightning and thunder, I just like to pretend that the gods above are having a bowling party.” He said with a chuckle.

“For your information, I am not scared of something as silly as the boogey man. Besides, where did you learn that from, isn’t it muggle? And, I know it’s just water. It’s not the lightning or thunder. It’s the actual storm that I am afraid of. Certain… events happened when I was younger that bring back so much painful memories.” She said her voice cracking.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Malfoy asked, suddenly sincere. Maybe he could pry some personal secrets from her and use it against her someday. A little blackmailing never hurt, right?

Hermione thought for a second. This was Malfoy she was talking to. Knowing him, he would probably tell the whole school about her fear of storms, and possibly even go to great lengths just to make sure there are faux thunder storms every day for the rest of the school year. Yup, that would probably be the result of her telling him.

But on the other hand, she just had to let it all out. This happened to long ago. She can’t let all the memories haunt her forever. It has got to stop. She no longer wanted waking up in the middle of stormy nights, drenched in cold sweat. She didn’t want to go through the same rush of emotions, the great feel of loss and emptiness all at the same time.

It’s time to tell someone. Who cares if it as Malfoy? Who cares if he told the whole school? If he did tell everyone, at least she wouldn’t have to hide the fear anymore. Who knows? Maybe she’d get some help overcoming it too. She did have therapy after the incident, but it didn’t seem to help as much as she herself and her parents wanted.

“I was six, and I was on my way home from a family vacation. My best friend Phoebe Crenshaw and her parents have tagged along; we’ve been family friends for a long, long time. It was summer, but somehow, a storm was visibly about to start. The sky was a very foggy and stormy gray, almost as if the whole sky has been covered by a gray blanket. The wind was blowing fiercely, penetrating into our jackets despite its heaviness and durability, biting at our cheeks all the while.” She paused, seeming like she’d break down and cry again.

“We started packing the car right after the lunch. We wanted to get started on the road, thinking that we could beat the storm. Home was about two hours away and despite the risks and danger, both sets of parents thought we should try and get home. So, we started driving home, the rain pelting on both cars, the windows, shaking in the wind. We were driving along a country road, and it was empty; no else. There were trees aligning the road, and whenever the wind sped up, more branches fell and the harder it is to drive through. The road was getting slicker, and both cars had to slow down a great deal, just to make sure we didn’t skid across.”

She paused yet again, this time a few tears falling from her dark cinnamon eyes. She sniffed before continuing.

“The Crenshaws were driving ahead of us, because they knew the road better, with my dad following them. Suddenly, a large branch fell of a tree and Mr. Crenshaw braked suddenly, steering the car to the right. They bumped onto a large tree, and because of the great impact, the large tree fell on the whole car. All three of us got out of the car despite the rain and cold to check on them. We called the police, the paramedics, and everything, but it was too late. They were announced dead on the spot. After that, I’ve just been traumatized by the rain. And, I was just so sad after that happened. Until now, I get nightmares from it, haunting me endlessly. I never got over it. I just couldn’t and still refuse to believe that it happened.”

She lost her calm composure and sobbed endlessly. The rain was still slashing through the wind. The room was illuminated by the flash of lightning, then five seconds afterwards, thunder rolled.

After a while, her sobbing and crying ceased almost coming to a halt. A few sniffs here and there could be heard emitting from her mouth. Hermione shivered involuntarily. Somehow, reliving that memory and releasing all her emotions seemed better now. Now, she was calm, and letting someone know seemed to take a heavy load off of her shoulders.

Malfoy had nothing to say. He didn’t know what it felt like to loose someone who you care and love greatly. He never had someone who meant a lot to him. Sure, his parents meant a lot, but seriously, they were never affectionate towards him. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to tease her. She seemed so vulnerable. He was brought up to be daunting and insulting everyone below him, or at least who he thought was. But, he wasn’t about to become ungentlemanly, he can’t make fun of her in this state, maybe next time. So instead, he just said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

Hermione looked up to him. She somehow wasn’t anticipating that kind of reaction. She was expecting some kind of insult in return. So she just stared at him, boring her eyes into his grey ones. Its color reminded her of the color of the sky during that specific day.

“No, no, here I am sleeping in your bed, stuck in your room, and I disturbed you in your sleep after you’ve been so nice to me. So I’m sorry. And thank you so much. If you want I can go to sleep on the floor, and you could get your bed back.”

“Well Granger, I’ll have you know, I’m enough of a gentleman to respect a vulnerable girl. Besides, I’m just being nice tonight. Once we get out of this little dilemma of ours, you’ll find your little secret is a secret no more.” He said with a smirk.

Her eyes widened with sheer horror. “Yyy…. You can’t do that!”

“Relax Granger, I promise I won’t tell a soul; it’d never leave within these walls. Just try and calm down, you’d feel better.” He said pulling a straight face.

“Promise me, Malfoy. You will not tell anyone, at all!”

“I promise, I promise. Now, are you all better or do you need something else?”

Hermione, feeling a much better, decided to make fun of him. With the best puppy eyes she could pull, she lifted her arms in front of her. “I need a hug.”

Malfoy seemed to be calculating her and turning slightly pink from her request. Suddenly, she laughed. “I was just teasing. You should see the horror look on your face; I should have taken a picture! But thanks, for listening to my story and not making fun of me… yet.” She grinned.

“You know, you could be funny sometimes. But come on Granger, let’s face it. I know you want me, and that hug. I’m just that irresistible” He said a big smirk plastered on his face.

Hermione faked a choke and started pounding on her chest, “Sorry I just puked in my mouth! You know, your ego is too big, you better watch out, it might just swallow you one day.”

“Haha very funny. Now, scoot over so I could climb in bed with you. No matter how repulsive that sounds, I’m up for it because the floor is just not comfortable.”

“Oh no, it’s quite alright, I’ll just sleep on the floor.”

“Trust me you don’t want to. Besides, I know you want to.” He said, wiggling his eyes suggestively.

“Oh love, no matter how delicious you look, I have to resist. You wouldn’t want daddykins to get mad at you for sleeping with a mudblood.” She said sarcastically.

Malfoy’s face suddenly tensed up. “Never, I repeat, never mention my father again. No sleep or I’ll hex you.”

Hermione, scared as a mouse, buried herself under the warm covers and let sleep come.

The sun was pouring in from the massive balcony window. The light awoken Hermione and she could hear faint snoring next to her. Wait, someone was next to her. She was too sleepy to figure out her predicament. She was lying sideways, and she opened one eye. Then it came to her.

She was sleeping with Malfoy on his bed, and here he was, with an arm draped around her shoulders, their legs a tangled mess on the bottom of the bed. His other arm encircled her back, while both of her arms circled his neck, her hands clasped tightly together on the nape of his neck. How on Earth did they reach this position? And how was she supposed to get away?

Unfortunately, someone decided to barge in through the door right at that second.


Malfoy woke up with a jolt, reddening as he realized the compromising position he was previously in with Hermione. They jumped a mile apart.

How did he get in? They were stuck inside. “Harry! It is not what you think at all!” She tried saying, but Harry wouldn’t have any of it.



Malfoy stifled a laugh. Now, that was funny. Who knew Hermione Granger had it in her?


“Oh shut up Harry, you were just trying to imply something I don’t even want to think about!”

“Well, I’m pretty sure it did happen.”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Ahem.” All three youngsters turned to look at the door. Their headmaster was standing at the door, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously.

“I believe I know why you found them on a rather… compromising situation Mr. Potter.”

“Professor! How long have you been standing there?” Hermione asked getting out of the bed.

“Long enough to hear you threaten Mr. Potter,” he said with a chuckle. “You see Mr. Potter, Tom, the occupant of this portrait, as well as Lawrence and Noelle from the portrait in front, were invited to the annual Portrait Party held in my office. Unfortunately, while Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger were doing homework, Tom left and didn’t get back until early this morning. So, they both slept in this room. I can only guess none of you wanted to sleep on the uncomfortable floor, and slept apart from each other last night, only to find yourselves tangled this morning.” He finished with a grin.

Hermione sat there shocked. “How did you know all that Professor?”

If possible, Dumbledore’s smile grew wider. “I’m like a parent Ms. Granger, no matter what you do to try and hide and sneak away, I find out about everything. Besides, we’re at a magical school. There’s a way to find out about everything.” He replied with a glimmer in his blue eyes.

“Well, I’ll leave all three of you alone now to deal with the matters. Good day.” And with that he left. Then, silence surrounded the room.

“I guess we need not talk to him then.” Malfoy said breaking the eerie silence.

“I’m sorry Hermione. I shouldn’t have implied something like that. It was uncalled for. Besides, I should have known better than think you would ever sleep with ferret boy.”

“It’s alright Harry. And please, don’t call him that, he’s been kind enough all night long.”

Harry raised an eyebrow questioningly, “Exactly what have you guys been up to?” he asked.

“Well, we were just doing our essays and I couldn’t get out, so he let me sleep here. And me, being the stubborn girl I am, refused to sleep on the floor, and so we both slept on the bed and found ourselves tangled this morning.” She replied, easily leaving out some parts and replacing them with lies. She wasn’t exactly ready to tell another person her ultimate fear of storms.

“Alright I guess. Come on, get dressed, and let’s go grab some breakfast. It is Saturday; it’s homework day.”

“Okay, I’ll come down in a few, I’ll just go get changed.”

Harry left. Hermione turned around and grabbed her school uniform. She then turned to Malfoy.

“Thanks again, for everything. I appreciate it greatly. Would you like for me to wash your clothes then return it to you?” She said offering him a smile.

Despite her happy attitude, he seemed mad. He scowled and said, “No thank you, just burn them. No matter how much you clean it, the muggle germs will stay there. Now just leave.”

She was taken a back by his sudden change of mood. The caring and fun Malfoy from last night took off and was replaced by the normal snobby Malfoy. She didn’t know what was wrong. But, she knew better than to pry. So, she left the room, determined to find out exactly what it is that’s pissed him off.

a/n: TaDa!! and yet another chapter. Hope you liked that. don't forget to review!!

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