INFLUENCED BY 'THE DEAHTS OF IAN STONE' FABOLOUS MOVIE.

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The cheers roaring from the stands filled Draco's ears as he played quidditch. The cheering wasn't for them, it was for the other team. His team was losing…badly. 125 to 10, with only mere seconds left in the game. Draco didn't really even see the point for even trying to win anymore. His coach was still screaming at him to get his head in the game.

But, Draco only shook him off and flew away from him. Even though there were so many people in the stands Draco's gray-blue eyes found the one girl he wanted to see. The one girl who he wanted to hang out with after his game. The one girl…who saw everything in him he didn't see in himself.

He surprised himself when he found her in the sea of people. She smiled at him and he returned the smile.

Draco Malfoy couldn't of been happier, even though they were losing this bad.

He was in the locker room, he was one of the last ones. Blaise and Goyle were walking out banging on the lockers.

"See you at practice, Malfoy!" Blaise hollered. Draco sat alone on the bench and tied his shoes.

"Yeah. Alright." Draco answered and reopened his locker to throw in his old quidditch shoes. Need to throw those out soon. Draco thought as he threw some things into his bag.

He heard a loud bang, which had caused him to jump. And then the lights went off. He knew he was alone in the locker room, and you had to have a key to even turn off the lights.

He slammed his locker, "I'm still in here!" He yelled and started to walk for the door. The lights didn't come back on. "Hey! I know you can hear me." He suddenly stopped walking, when he heard heels clicking. But it wasn't the noise that had stopped him, it was where they were coming from.

Someone was in the locker room with him, and he knew he was the last player to leave. He always was.

"Hello?" He asked, and the footsteps stopped. Draco's eyes still weren't adjusted to the darkness that surrounded him. So he just stood completely still. He didn't hear a answer, but the hair on the back of his neck stood up and he had the urge to run.

"Draco?" Someone hollered from outside of the locker room. It had made him jump and he quickly walked out of the dark locker room. He shoved the door open and saw Hermione standing there waiting for him.

She smiled warmly at her and walked towards him, with her arms outstretched.

"Hey." He said and dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around her protectively. She rubbed his back in a soothing way and he pulled back from her and placed a kiss on her lips. She smiled during the kiss, and he broke it off and smiled down at her, then placed his forehead against hers. They looked into each other's eyes.

"Let's get you home." Draco said and quickly kissed her again and grabbed his bag. They held hands as they walked out to his old truck. He threw his bag into the bed and held the door open for Hermione and then walked around and climbed into the driver's seat, starting up his '78 black pickup.

"You did great." Hermione said as he started to drive away from where the game took place and headed towards her house.

"Have I ever told you that you are a splendid liar?" Draco asked and smiled while he took a quick glance over at her.

Hermione giggled and moved so she sat right beside Draco. She leaned her head down on his shoulder while he drove down the dark road. "It's not a lie." She whispered and kissed his cheek. Draco sighed and kept his eyes on the road, even though he really didn't want to. He wanted to give his full attention to Hermione, but he really didn't want to have a wreck.

"Hermione, please stop."

She jumped back and sat in her normal spot. She was angry. He could tell by the way she was looking up at the starless night sky.

"What's with you lately?" She asked and shrugged her shoulders. Draco looked over at her.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean…you're not the same. Ever since you started back with quidditch, you don't seem to have enough time for me anymore."

"That's not true." Draco protested.

"Yes it is. You always have practices-"

"I cant control that we have practices everyday."

"I love coming to your games. I love being there to cheer you one." Hermione continued and still refused to look over at him.

Draco remained quiet. He didn't…he did not want to fight with Hermione. He already had, had a bad enough day. But, when it rains it pours. And it seemed like she wanted to fight.

"I know, you're always there. You always holler for me."

"Draco, you're not seeing the point." Hermione calmly said. "Quidditch is your true love. I can see it. I'm just…a add on. An accessory." She choked out the last part. She truly believed that.

Draco sighed and pulled the truck over onto the shoulder of the road, and put the truck into park. He looked over at her, she was about to cry. He knew it.

"Hermione, I do love quidditch. And I enjoy it…very much. I do. It's been my life since I was five. It's always been there for me, even when my family wasn't. I do love it. But, Hermione…" He came closer to her. "You're what I live for. Without you…I probably wouldn't even enjoy quidditch. And if I did…certainly not as much, because you wouldn't be there to cheer for me." Hermione flashed a smile and he took that as his cue and leaned into her. Hungrily kissing her. He had her back up a little and lean up against the passenger window. He moved away from her lips and down to her jaw line and then down to her neck.

She jumped and squealed when he bit down gently on her neck. "Draco! Stop, that tickles." She laughed. He pulled back and smiled at her. She wasn't mad any more, he knew that for a fact.

He laughed to himself and put the truck back into drive and headed to their destination.

He pulled up into her driveway and she quickly leaned over and pecked him on the cheek before she climbed out and walked in front of his truck and to her front door. He rolled down his window when she waved at him, "Love you!" She hollered.

"Love you, too." He replied and she walked through the front door, Mr. Granger stepped out and waved to Draco.

"Good night Mr. Granger." Draco said before he started to pull out into the road and head to his home for the night. Hermione would know what happened in the morning. Know that, that was the last time she would hear his truck pull out of her driveway.

Thunder crashed overhead and it was soon followed by rain. He drove and was almost home when he came upon the railroad tracks. He was thinking about when his head would hit his pillow. How he would probably fall right to sleep.

He wasn't paying attention, someone walked out in front of him. He slammed on his brakes…but he knew he had hit the person. His truck skidded across the road, but not flipping over. It came to a stop and Draco death gripped the stirring wheel, to where his knuckles were pallid. He slowly moved his eyes and looked in the review mirror.

He saw a black lump lying in the middle of the road, not moving. Oh, shit. Draco thought as he quickly jumped out of his truck and ran out into the rain. He rushed over to the body, hoping it was still…well alive.

"Oh my gosh." Draco repeated over and over once he saw the blood on the road. It was clear…the body was dead.

Draco reached down and turned him over. But suddenly the hand grabbed onto Draco's wrist. Tightly. Draco screamed and tried to pull back. But the body rose with black smoke covering it's entire body, and a skull mask that only covered it's face. The black smoke turned into a cloak, and Draco heard the train's horn.

The thing grabbed onto his neck and then it flew. Turning it's black cape into black smoke again. It picked Draco up off of his feet, with little to no effort. Then it held him down on something metal. Something that seemed to hurt his head when he hit it.

It held him down by his throat and turned his head so he could see the light. Only…it wasn't the light people talk about. No…it certainly wasn't that. The horn noise came closer and closer and the thing held Draco in place. He screamed when it was only about six feet from him and the last thing he could even think about…was Hermione's smile when she looked up at him.

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"Draco!" A voice yelled, which caused a sleeping Draco to wake up. He heard the shuffling of papers, the printer printing things, and the sound of phones ringing.

Draco sat up and looked down at his desk and saw all of the papers he still had to sign. He looked up and saw Hermione standing there looking at him and holding a stack of papers for him to sign.

He took them from her and sighed as he added them to his pile of papers.

"Hey, you sleeping alright?" Hermione asked.

Draco sighed, why had everyone been asking me that lately? He put his head in the palms of his hands and sighed. "Yeah." He answered and then grabbed his pen to start signing papers, as his co-worker, Hermione Granger, walked off to hand other people files.

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