Search Home Read Write Forum Login Register
A/N: Hey guys! I haven’t updated in so long! I am so sorry. My life has been keeping me from writing. But I have found some time lately to write so, here it is. It will be a bit shorter than the past chapters. A fair warning, it will really start to get very cliché and the characters will be out of character. I don’t have a lot of chapters left, I only planned 19, so be on the look out as I think I will update more quickly to finish the story up. Thanks!

P.S. I Love You
Chapter 15- Revelations

The cold days of winter are starting to get even colder as February approaches. Hermione had already talked to Harry and Ron about the whole love letter ordeal. Hermione was at first hesitant to show her two best guy friends the letters but was compelled to do so, so as not to argue more with Harry. Ron, on the other hand, still seemed to have a cold shoulder. He refused to believe in the reality of it all and was still being overly protective. Hermione saw this as nothing more than an annoying way to show he cares. But lately, she seemed to be getting used to it.

Hermione and Ginny have talked countless times since the last letter. They were both now convinced that Draco Malfoy may be the one behind all these letters. Though his purpose is still something they argued about. Ginny believed that he could really be into her, while she believed it was all part of a big scheme. But somehow, even if on the outside she’s saying all those, Hermione is every so slowly getting touched. The letters were all so heart-felt and warm and sweet, that the possibility of its evil purpose slowly began to fade.

A few days into the start of February, another one of the letters arrived in its signature scarlet envelope with its exotic birds. This time, the letter arrived during breakfast where everyone could see.

Dear Hermione,

The last few weeks have been a pain for me. I don’t think I can conceal my identity any longer. My admiration for you has grown into something I cannot quite control, something so intricate and delicate. It has stopped my brain from functioning properly; my heart has taken over. Do you have any idea how much I care? Have you stopped to notice what you do to me? No, you probably didn’t, haven’t. But just to let you know, I’m quickly falling. I just best hope you’ll be there with me. I want you to know who I am. Find out tonight. Meet me at the great lake behind the great privet tree at sunset. I’ll be waiting.

Sincerely,
Your Secret Admirer

Hermione was astounded to read this letter. It had cost great commotion in the great hall and a lot of work and labor on her part not to let anyone else see it. She showed the letter only to Ginny, Harry, and Ron. All three of them, although Ron seemed hesitant, agreed that Hermione meet him and end this once and for all. They had dug out their galleons from the DA from the bottom of their trunks and tested them. It will be their way of communicating just in case anything bad went wrong.

With safety ensured, and a made up mind, Hermione went on to her classes really cheery and ecstatic. The thought of finding out who this mystery man, may he be Draco Malfoy or not, was sending chills through her spine. She cannot suppress the giddiness within her.

As she sat down in her DADA class that morning, Draco Malfoy couldn’t help but notice that something was different about her. Her usually solemn and serious demeanor was replaced with extreme happiness.

“Something brilliant happen, Granger?” he could help but ask.

“Huh? Oh nothing really,” she replied with a grin.

“Well, you seem to be too happy for nothing, really,” he said with a smirk.

“Oh just come off it. It’s got nothing to do with you anyway,” Hermione said, getting a little annoyed.

“Oh but it does, more than you think,” he murmured.

“What was that?” Hermione asked, not having heard him.

“Oh nothing,” he replied back, imitating Hermione’s early reply, a smirk plastered on his pale face.

Hermione left it at that. She still couldn’t fully believe that this guy could possibly behind all those sweet love letters. She went to all her classes and went by her day. Most of the teachers noted her exuberant demeanor that day, something that they barely saw from this very focused and serious girl. Finally, the time came for her to meet her secret admirer.

She went out of the Heads’ Quarters, noting that Malfoy wasn’t in there, and went down to the entrance. She went down the steps into the path that led to the great lake. Hermione made her way around the thick bushes that covered the shore to the lake. There sat her secret admirer. With a heartbeat going on overdrive, she walked on. She saw him. Saying she was shocked was an understatement. For there, sat on the edge of the lake, was Draco Malfoy.

“You? You’re my secret admirer?”

Malfoy grinned. It was so genuine she could hardly believe it was him.

“Yes me.”

“You.”

His grin grew wider. “me.”

“God! I can’t believe Ginny was right!”

“Huh?”

“She had an inkling those letters came from you. But I never believed her. Well, I thought it could be you, but, I mean, who would have thought…” She said.

Hermione stared at him wide-eyed for a few moments then her eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

“But… What?...Why?”

“I know you think me incapable of ever liking someone, or even being this nice. Or maybe you didn’t expect Draco Malfoy, head of evil, to be that sweet, cheesy, cliché, or perhaps romantic?”

Hermione nodded. This was all too shocking. Malfoy motioned to the edge of the water, next to where he was sitting.

“Come, sunset’s quickly approaching. I love watching it. I think you would too.”

She made her way around and sat beside Malfoy; not too close but not too far either. They both sat staring at the setting sun, each engrossed in their own thoughts. A few minutes passed by, and finally the sun set down, the sun taking a last peek at the horizon, before hiding to the night, to be replaced by the blanket of black, under the dazzling stars. It took a few minutes before Malfoy spoke again.

“I guess you’re wondering how on earth I became attracted to you, or perhaps maybe how the hell I got all cheesy and romantic huh?” Malfoy said with a slight grin, looking over at Hermione to his left.

She looked at him. In the fading light of the day, his grey eyes seemed more lambent, in the most intensifying way, making it appear almost blue. His blonde-silver hair was incandescent and reflected off the light. His face was the most striking she’s ever seen. His facial features etched amusement, almost as if he’s laughing at the situation.

“Yes, I was wondering about that. Malfoy, I’ve known you for years, and well, you’re not exactly romantic, even with Pug-faced Parkinson.”

He had to laugh at that. “Well, yes I agree but you’re different.” He said solemnly, glancing her way. “You know, at the start of the term, when I first saw you, I was really attracted to you. I was becoming crazy. You were haunting every morsel of my being. It was like I was incomplete without you. As if you and I were the missing pieces of a jigsaw puzzle; the opposing poles of a magnet. But then, I ‘came back to my senses,’” he said making air quotes. “And I labeled it merely as an infatuation; a rather silly, nonsense infatuation. I was successful in putting it into my head that you were the enemy, a muggle-born, and practically worthless. I even pulled a prank on you, although you did start it.” He said with a smile. “And I am truly sorry for that. And for all those years I’ve been the biggest jerk in Hogwarts. But you know what? After a whole lot of thinking and Marsh’s stupid big project, it all changed. I saw you for who you really are. I saw you in a different light. I realized that you’re Hermione Granger, possibly the brightest, prettiest, most courageous, and practically just the best woman – witch – I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

He paused for a moment, and looked directly into Hermione’s golden orbs. “You know Granger, I don’t know everything, and I may not be the smartest person there ever was, but it doesn’t take a whole lot to realize that you’re special. You’re just intricately indescribable. You’re perfect. You’re the ideal girlfriend, the flawless conception of a woman in its perfection. And I’m falling faster and faster for you. I admire you deeply. You somehow bring out the best in everyone. Being around you just creates this…bright and light aura.”

Hermione stared right back at him. “But why? You’re Draco Malfoy. You’re probably the best-looking guy in all of Hogwarts. You’ve got the brains, the looks, the hot body, and the money. You could have practically any girl you like! Why me?”

“Because, maybe behind all the teasing, all the insults and all the pranks, all I’m finding myself doing is getting more and more attracted to you.”

Hermione considered this for a moment. Malfoy saw hesitation in her eyes and spoke up again, “I’m telling the truth, if you don’t believe me, use veritaserum. Besides, I’m not asking for anything, just that you believe me. But it would be nice to try and you know… start something.” He added with a small smile.

Once again, she considered. “Alright, if I do believe you, what difference does it make? You’re still Draco Malfoy. Having a relationship with you is impossible. And you know what? I don’t want silly little hook ups. I know you. You practically go through girls like underwear! I am ready for more serious relationships, something I’m sure you can’t provide.”

“What if I can?”

“You won’t be able to.” With that, she stood and turned around. This was all getting too much for her to handle. This was Malfoy. She couldn’t believe the fact that he wrote those letters, that he was the one who was falling for her. The guy talking just now, seemed the perfect man for her, but Draco Malfoy? No, it couldn’t be. This was probably just a big old dream that she’s going to wake up from soon enough.

Malfoy couldn’t let her go. He has been holding onto this for such a long time. He had spent too much time on her and it’s time he got something back.

“You know, Blaise once told me, I get everything easily, that I was too spoiled. He said maybe sometime, I should try and not get something so I could finally have an idea what other people feel.” He paused. “Now I do.”

Hermione turned around once again. Surely, Malfoy wasn’t the person speaking.

Malfoy started talking again. “Alright, I know I said I didn’t want anything, but I just… I thought… maybe… look, I really like you. Couldn’t you just give this a chance; us a chance? I won’t be perfect, because no one is. I can’t promise not to hurt you, because I can be a dunderhead, and sometimes you could be too, but I promise not to hurt you intentionally. Just please, give us a shot.”

“Malfoy I… we have… I… we’ve had a history together. Surely you’d remember that? Did you think that after six years of torture, I’d cave and fall into your arms because you told me you suddenly liked me? That I am that fragile and stupid? I’m not ready for you; I was not even entirely sure if I was ready to become friends with you. I can’t just simply forget the past. I’m not dwelling on it, but merely learning from it. And if there’s anything I’ve learned it’s that sometimes, words just aren’t enough.”

Malfoy looked crestfallen. But it was inevitable through the etchings in his face that he wasn’t just about ready to give up. Hermione turned around yet again, about to head back inside the castle, when he reached for her arm, grabbing it, holding on tenaciously.

“Hermione, listen, I know I haven’t been the greatest friend lately… or ever. I know I have so many faults and mistakes. I know I’ve done so many horrible things to you. I know you think I don’t care. But the truth is I care a lot about you. I… I think I love you.”

This made Hermione turn around fully. She could not believe her ears. She shouldn’t believe her ears. She believed they were deceiving her. The look on her face described anguish, anger, and astonishment all at the same time.

“Please don’t hit me.” Malfoy replied a bit frightened. “I don’t think I’ll be able to live down the slap you gave me third year, let alone receive another one.”

This made her smile a little, the anger in her eyes faltering a bit. But she still put up the angry demeanor.

“Well you best hope I don’t because your sorry little face will get altered a bit.”

Malfoy knew he shouldn’t, he knew he couldn’t, but he did anyway. It was the only way he thought of saving his precious face. He kissed her. For the second time ever.

After it registered to Hermione what he was doing, she broke away and slapped him.

Draco stepped back surprised and sad that his little trick didn’t work. It always worked on others. Giving girls a kiss had always been of an advantage. But not this time.

Hermione turned and finally headed back to the castle. Malfoy didn’t bother running after her. If he’s learned anything from girls, it’s that they always needed space. Well, sort of anyway. So he gave her space. He’ll talk to her tonight or the next day, when she doesn’t think he’s just pulling a mere prank at her anymore.

She ran up the stairs and into the Gryffindor Common Room where she knew that her friends would be waiting for her, which they were. Ginny saw her first and stood up immediately.

“That was quick. What happened?” she asked.

“Oh my goodness, it WAS Malfoy!” she exclaimed quite breathless.

“What? Where’s that little ferret? I am going to haunt him down!” Ron was first to react.

“No, no, no, you are not going to do anything,” Hermione said calmly, holding up her hands as if to block Ron.

“But Hermione, this is Malfoy we’re talking about, for sure he’s got some mean intention. You know how he is,” Harry said.

“I know, but listen, all those things he wrote me and said to me… I won’t exactly give him a chance, but I’ll just ignore him and see how everything goes. It seems really heart-felt and… and… I just don’t want anyone to get hurt right now. I am really confused and the last thing I want is a fight between the three of you,” Hermione said.

Once again, her compassionate side is showing. Somehow she doesn’t want to believe that it was Malfoy. She just wants to beat Malfoy up right now. They’ve been getting together, talking and acting like friends, and here he goes pulling this thing. Part of her just wants to give him a chance, but the other part doesn’t want to forget about the torment he’s put her through for the last six years.

“Oh, what am I going to do?” she asked exasperated.

“Hermione, the only person who can answer that question is you. And, this time around, when you make your decision, think not of what we want, what’s easier for us, or what we would expect you to do. Make your decision your own. Decide for yourself and no one else. We won’t hate you for it. Right boys?” Ginny asked.

“But-” Harry started.

“No-” Ron started complaining.

“Exactly,” Ginny said, cutting them off. She stuck out her hand, “Now if you don’t mind me collecting my fifty galleons for that bet, I would like it now please,” she added with a smirk.

After giving Ginny the galleons, Hermione took off and left for her own dormitories. Ginny is right. She’s always right. She needs to decide on this her own. She needed some time alone.

She knew that she was willing to give Malfoy a chance, if only the person he let on was the guy from the letters. But even she knew that was impossible. On the other hand, not giving him a chance would kill her. She could just imagine it: she would be spending the rest of her life wondering what on earth could have happened if she gave him a chance.

But the risks have outweighed the benefits more. She knew that more than half of the wizarding world would be appalled if they got together, and she would probably be killed. Not only that, but she would also be going against everything she had stood up for for the last how many years. It would upset the Weasleys, her fellow Gryffindors; it might even upset some of the staff.

The only benefit she sees from this is the feeling of satisfaction and appreciation, things she desperately wanted. If Malfoy became the guy he was when writing those letters, a relationship with him wouldn’t be so bad. He was in a way the guy of her dreams. That face was not to be ashamed of either.

Hermione was confused more than ever. She only wished that something fall right into place and help her decide what to do. Anything at all that would give her light and make the decision a bit easier. She doesn’t even know if she has to decide right away or if it could wait. But sooner or later, she has to decide. Right?

Suddenly, as if her wish was granted, another one of the scarlet envelopes appeared. The letter read:

Dear Hermione,

You have no idea how it pains me so much to realize that no matter how much I care about you, you'll never feel the same way that I do. That each little thing I do, hoping you'd take notice, hoping to change your mind, suddenly becomes worthless and nothing more than a silly attempt when you dismiss it like some kind of garbage. It hurts to realize that all I give is unrequited and will never be. You have no idea what it feels like to have that one person become so important; the air that you breathe, the thought that never leaves your mind, the only sight you see, the flutter in your heart. And when nothing turns the right way, everything comes crashing down, and falling apart. The thing is: I just care too much about you. I care too much of what you think. I care about you and how you feel. I care too much that it is making me weaker and weaker each passing day, leaving me in a state of vulnerability. The little things you do, though they're not meant to make an effort to flatter me, no matter how simple or small, make the biggest changes. Your smile, your eyes, and the way you talk. I am too infatuated. I am in too deep. I just wish that someday you'd realize what I've spent a whole lot of time trying to tell you. I care about you. And someday, maybe you'd care for me too. I know I did the stupidest things earlier today. But please, give me another chance. Give me another chance and I’ll show you how much I really do care about you. You’re right, words just aren’t enough. If you give me the chance, I’ll show you.

Sincerely,
Draco

After finishing the letter, she knew what to do.

Track This Story: Feed


Write a Review

out of 10

JOIN HARRY POTTER FANFICTION


Get access to every new feature the moment it comes out.

Register Today!