DRACO'S POV :
I woke up this blasted morning with the same angry opinion, SHUT THE HELL OFF YOU BLOODY ALARM!!!! I groaned and threw my alarm clock across the bloody room. Gawd, Isn't there anything decent in this room? Oh, yes.the answer was so very obvious.me.
Damn. I forgot that today was the day I was doing back to that so called wizard school Hogwarts. I practically ordered myself out of bed. I hadn't even gotten a good ounce of rest yet. For crying out loud, I slept at twelve and awoke at five. Blast that no good alarm.
I slouched into the bathroom and admired myself in the mirror for at least thirty minutes. That horrid mirror, it only complimented me on my charm and good looks seventeen times. Gawd, I already told it a million times, it should at least compliment me on my charm and good looks twenty- five times. But, no problem. I can always order myself a new one.
I laughed at myself as I pictured Weasley. Poor, clumsy, Weasley. Such ashamed that Potter would befriend him instead of a handsome and rich fellow like myself. Hah! Weasley's house would hardly cost a quarter of the price of my robes. And hell, I looked good in it!
Shaking the horrid thoughts of Weasley and Potter from my handsome head, I squeezed some shampoo on to my platinum coloured hair. After an hour or so of bathing, I slipped into my bath robes and walked out of the bathroom.
It took me quite a while to pick out what to wear. I really wanted to get the upper hand of girls at Hogwarts. I didn't want everyone thinking that Parkinson was my girlfriend. Ugh.I practically shudder to think that she and I were anything. She really did have an ugly pug like face. She's probably a mixed breed between a wizard and a bulldog. I laughed as I pictured her with her pug like face and a bulldog's body.
I smirked at my reflection. I looked really, really good. No girl would be able to resist my charm. My platinum coloured hair was slicked back with a simple charm, my lips curled into a smirk which nobody could out do, my steely gray eyes locked viciously with my pale skin, and my body had grown very muscular. I was wearing a black T-shirt, a pair of gray cargo pants, and black boots underneath my dark green robes.
Hell, I look great! I walked out of my room, pushing away the slimy scattering house elves. Damn. I hate those things. They look so ugly with their stupid round eyes and dumb filthy pillowcase and all. Ugh.
Once I entered the room, I noticed Mother and Father in their best robes eating breakfast. I cringed at the sight of Father. He never really cared or bothered for me. All he would ever do is buy me whatever I want. Of course, I did not complain with that. The more the better as I always say.
Father caught my eye and sneered while Mother on the other hand, grinned. " Oh, my sweet Draco is looking so handsome! I am sure that all the girls at school will just adore you!!!"
I rolled my eyes. Sure she was complimenting me, but it was the whole SWEET thing that grossed me out. As I slid to my usual seat across from Mother, I noticed Father mutter something about me being a playboy and that Pansy was more than enough for me. I gritted my teeth and tried not to shout. Seriously, does he think I look like that filthy Pansy Parkinson?!?!
" Draco." He said after a long horrible silence ( except for the sounds of Mother buttering her bagel ) " Remember, you are seventeen years old and I do not want any nonsense from you in any way. No contact with bloody mudbloods. I want good results from you in this whole year and do not ruin the Malfoy family name. You are not only a Malfoy, but the new head prefect."
Ugh.he sounded like McGonnagle just right then. All I could do was nod. I did not want to start a row with him again, even though I despised him so very much. Father gave me no more than a nod as in to say goodbye and Mother hugged me.
Since Father hated Muggles, he lent me a portkey to the Hogwarts Express. I have never been to that so called horrid Platform nine and ¾ before and neither have I been to the bloody Muggle World, not that I wanted to.
HERMIONE'S POV :
I awoke at five in the morning, rubbing sleep from my eyes. I slowly slouched myself to the bathroom while cursing my dumb alarm. The first thing I saw when I stepped into the bathroom, was my reflection. I bit my tongue as I recalled yesterday's events.
My parents had fought each other and I had over heard them speaking about me being adopted. This would really be a big deal to me last year, but ever since the last couple of months, I had practically lost all hope.
Just last month had Victor dumped me. He said that I didn't suit him because of my lack of Quidditch. Two weeks later, I thought I had finally faced true love with an ordinary powerless Muggle. But sadly, it was only a stupid bet that he had made with his pals. He said that I was nothing but a nerdy bookworm. I had been really depressed for days.
These days, all I seem to do is wonder. Wonder if I'll ever find true love or a caring family. My parents didn't care much. All Father ever wanted from me was good results, if I didn't have it he would hurt me, and if I did have it he wouldn't care less. Mother never bothered either. She always fought with Father and would scold me for absolutely nothing. I hated it. I hated everything.
Starting from the past two months, I didn't seem to be myself. I didn't bother reading, acting smart, caring about appropriate clothing, school work, nor anything else.
I bit my tongue harder until I felt it bleed painfully. Ofcaurse, I never cared. Not wanting to think about yesterday, I stripped off my clothes and showered myself with burning hot water. I didn't even bother to turn down the water.
The burning of the water felt good against my body. My skin had changed a nice tan colour ever since these holidays. Probably because of all the pain and fury I've been having, I really needed something to wash it all away. And, no. I did not drink alcohol or anything connected to such. Instead, I just relaxed myself with a nice hot shower.
Once done, I tugged out my bathrobes and slouched out of the bathroom. My hair was dripping wet and I dried it of and looked at my reflection through the mirror.
Man, I had certainly grown. My hair was no longer bushy, but now it was straight and had nice bright strips of dyed red hair against my dark brown hair, my body had turned slimmer and certainly more curvier because of my lack of food, my skin was a nice tan colour as I had mentioned earlier, my eyes were deep chocolate brown, and my lips had inky black lipstick on it.
I was wearing a pale blue Eminem type hoodie, a pair of khaki pants, a chain across my hips, two small silver hoop earrings on each ear, and a pair of spiky bangles. I didn't really care what anyone thought of me, as long as I put something on. I looked quite nice beneath all the stress.
I pulled out a packet of gum, and put three whole sticks of it into my mouth at once. This was sort of becoming a habit of mine, but, hell.who would care.?
Damnit. Hell like memories are coming back too me. I remembered when I thought Potter and Weasley were my friends. damn was I wrong! Those jerks only used me for my brains. I had shouted shit at them when I heard what they said about me being nothing but a bloody, bushy haired, bookworm. And there I was, thinking they liked me for who I was..I should have known.
I pursed my lips and tried like hell to stop me from crying. I walked numbly towards the stairs, knowing that there was nothing to look forward to in life anymore. Once I reached downstairs, I was greeted by a sneer from Father. " Remember Hermione. You better get the highest grades In that retched school of yours.or else." He hissed. I gave him a weak nodd. After that, I pulled out a Portkey which I had bought with my savings. I really did not want to go to Platform 9 and ¾, it brought back to many horrid memories.
DRACO'S POV :
I walked around the freaking Hogwarts Express. It is really getting boring in here. Aahh, yes.my favourite Trio. Potter, Weasley, and Gran- hey.where is Granger? Oh, well. She isn't much fun anyways. Hehehe.I will really enjoy this.
I smirked as I walked over to Potter's conpartment. I just love being the one to tease Potter and Weasly. Hey, what the, Holy Shit! Some new kid is teasing them. I walked over too them.
" Excuse me, but these are my arch enemies.so if you please, can you find some other morons to tease.?" I said arrogantly to the boy who was teasing Potter and Weasley. Only, it wasn't a boy. It was.
" Granger?!?" I screamed, almost tripping on my feet. She gave me a an evil smirk.
" What. Is it that suprising?" She asked flatly. Infact, it didn't even sound like a damn question. Granger smirked again. Gawd. Where did she learn to smirk like that. it looks as good as.as mine.
" Close your damn mouth Malferret." She hissed cruelly. She sinked closer toward my ear. " Wouldn't want to anyone to see you looking at me, would you? It'll ruin your reputation, wouldn't it?" She reared her head back from my ear, smirked, and said ; " I think you have some drool, right there." She rubbed a corner of my mouth and walked out to the Head Prefect Conpartment.
I spun around and caught sight of Potter and Weasley gaping at me. I glared darkly at them and stomped out of their conpartment. Thoughts were flooding through my head viciously, thoughts such as ; Where did Granger learn to smirk like that, Why was SHE teasing Potthead and Weasel, When did she become so attractive, Did she realize how close she had been to me?
These questions were flowing madly and I just have got to relax and sit down. I walked into God knows who's conpartment, and slamed my body down onto the seat. My eyes were closed and I was rubbing my forehead achingly. I had no idea of who's conpartment this was..I didn't really care either.
Then, a horrible shriek, and before I knew what was happening.dozens of girls were swooning around me, shrieking, pulling my arms, calling out my name. BLOODY HELL! I had fallen right into some of my fan clubs' conpartment. Gawd. This is what I hated of being so damn handsome.filthy girls. Not the pretty ones, the annoying, mad, ugly type ones. The type like Pansy. Puke! That is so damn gross.
I tried my hardest to push and wriggle my way out of the horrible trolls. They were really ugly, not to mention, gross. I breathed heavily once I finnaly got out of that damn filthy conpartment. I brushed the hair out of my face and looked up at the next conpartment which I had landed in.
Shit. Of all the places I wanted to be in. Granger's conpartment. I gulped and hope that bloody Granger wouldn't try anything, I don't know why, but I sort of feel weird around Granger.
Much to my luck, she was sleeping. Gawd damn, she looked hott. Since I was head boy and I would also be sharing the same conpartment, I decided to check Granger out before she awoke. She looked like a piece of art, an angel, MY angel. I knew she wasn't actually mine, nor was she anything close to mine. But she will be mine.
I didn't realize I had been staring at her for so long, and before I knew it, Granger awoke. Her dark brown eyes locked directly with my steely gray eyes.
HERMIONE'S POV :
~ Dream ~ I was runing along a beautiful and peaceful meadow, nothing in the world had gone wrong.everything was right, the way it should be. I inhaled the sweet air.so nice, so breezy and cool.it tasted like sweet, sweet heaven. Yes. Heaven. Only in my dreams shall I ever feel it. Why couldn't reality be like this? Fantasy was my only heaven, while reality was my hell. Nothing can go wrong in a dream. The birds, they were singing me a song.the rabbits, they were dancing for me.darkness was accomplished, but only in dreams. Everything I wanted.but, why? Why is there something missing? What was it? I walked into a spooky looking cave, carefull not to disturb anything. On the walls, there was a word. I read the word carefully. Letter by letter. L-O-V...~ End of dream ~
I opened my eyes.gazing directly into a pair of steely gray eyes. Gawd. Malfoy? How long has he been here? D-did he see anything? Oh shit.Shitshitshitshitshit!!!
" Malfoy?!" I stamered, crawling from my seat and against the wall. " What the holy cramping shit are you doing here?"
Malfoy gave me an arrogant chuckle. The kind he does when he sees something pathetic. " Are you so surprised to find out that I'M the head prefect, mudblood?" He asked in another arrogant tone of voice.
I sneered acidly at him. Just my freaking luck. I have to share a conpartment AND a common room with that damn ferret. Must everything be hell? Well, duh. The answer was so simple, so clear.YES!
" So, how much did your daddy have to pay for you this time? Five, wait.six thousand galleons? Probably seven thousand. It'll take a lot to make you a prefect. Would't be surprised if he paid twenty million galleons just to make you Head.seriously."
Malfoy sneered acidly back at me. A sneer which only takes practice to do. " Well, atleast I could afford twenty million galleons. Unlike your little pal Weasle, that is"
Weasley? My friend? How mad is he?! I f__ked Weasley AND Potter a whole YEAR ago!!! What planet does HE live on? Obviously a stupid one.
Again, I sneered at him. a deadly acid type sneer. " What centuary do you live in? Me and the wonder tuo are dead.gone.extinct." I folded my arms on my chest and gazed out the window. The scenery outside passed in a quick blur. I missed the old times. I would do anything to get it back.
" You broke up with the wonder trio? Thought you guys were inseparable.why did you brake up?" Malfoy asked. Wonder why he cares.
I spun my head from the window in order to look at him. I shruged sheepishly. " They never cared for me. everything about us was a lie. They only used me for homework and my brains. I was just some dumb tool. I guess I'm just a bloody know-it-all book worm to them.probably the exact oppinion to you."
I turned back to the window. Flashbacks of all the laughs and adventures I shared with Harry and Ron passed quickly through my mind in a blur. At times I just wish I could fly back into the past..when everything was right. I had friends again. A huge lump felt stuck in my throat. I wanted to let everything go. I just wanted to cry my heart out. I just wanted to sit next to the window, crying, and slowly crying to death..
WHY THE HELL CAN'T SOMEONE JUST KILL ME AND END MY MISSERY?!
My head felt squashed, my mind spinning, I tried my very best to hold back tears. I can't cry, not now. Malfoy is here. Gawd! Why can't he leave?! Leave me alone and let me die! Death be upon me! It shall be my fate!
" Are you okay?" Malfoy asked, I almost heard concern in his voice. I must have have heard wrong. Probably because the tears were already flowing, my heart was in my throat, my voice was a quiver, and I was becoming so weak that I could hardly stop.
I cried so bad, my eyes hurt from crying. I lost all control of myself. I just wish I could die.
DRACO'S POV :
Damn.what did I do? She started crying her eyes out and all I do is stare blankly at her. Damn, I felt sorry for her for no filthy reason.
" Umm.are you alright?" I asked deperately. I have no idea what to do. Granger nodded really gently. She looked blankly up at me. Gawd! Something must have clicked there because all I could do was stare into her eyes. Her beautiful, enchanting, heart worth, dark brown eyes.
I could see pain, depression, anger, frustration, and emptiness in only one look into her eyes. Gawd, it was like looking into her soul.
Granger broke the contact between us. She obviously didn't feel the click. She steadily picked herself up and sat back onto her seat. She stared out the window. I felt frustrated that she was staring at the scenery instead of staring into my eyes.
I wanted badly to look back into her eyes, the windows to her soul. I wanted to understand, to help.Wait a minute! I can't try to help a mudblood! Not Granger! Malfoy's and mudbloods DO NOT MIX!
I tried as hard as possible to make my brain understand. It did but somehow, my heart didn't.
I woke up this blasted morning with the same angry opinion, SHUT THE HELL OFF YOU BLOODY ALARM!!!! I groaned and threw my alarm clock across the bloody room. Gawd, Isn't there anything decent in this room? Oh, yes.the answer was so very obvious.me.
Damn. I forgot that today was the day I was doing back to that so called wizard school Hogwarts. I practically ordered myself out of bed. I hadn't even gotten a good ounce of rest yet. For crying out loud, I slept at twelve and awoke at five. Blast that no good alarm.
I slouched into the bathroom and admired myself in the mirror for at least thirty minutes. That horrid mirror, it only complimented me on my charm and good looks seventeen times. Gawd, I already told it a million times, it should at least compliment me on my charm and good looks twenty- five times. But, no problem. I can always order myself a new one.
I laughed at myself as I pictured Weasley. Poor, clumsy, Weasley. Such ashamed that Potter would befriend him instead of a handsome and rich fellow like myself. Hah! Weasley's house would hardly cost a quarter of the price of my robes. And hell, I looked good in it!
Shaking the horrid thoughts of Weasley and Potter from my handsome head, I squeezed some shampoo on to my platinum coloured hair. After an hour or so of bathing, I slipped into my bath robes and walked out of the bathroom.
It took me quite a while to pick out what to wear. I really wanted to get the upper hand of girls at Hogwarts. I didn't want everyone thinking that Parkinson was my girlfriend. Ugh.I practically shudder to think that she and I were anything. She really did have an ugly pug like face. She's probably a mixed breed between a wizard and a bulldog. I laughed as I pictured her with her pug like face and a bulldog's body.
I smirked at my reflection. I looked really, really good. No girl would be able to resist my charm. My platinum coloured hair was slicked back with a simple charm, my lips curled into a smirk which nobody could out do, my steely gray eyes locked viciously with my pale skin, and my body had grown very muscular. I was wearing a black T-shirt, a pair of gray cargo pants, and black boots underneath my dark green robes.
Hell, I look great! I walked out of my room, pushing away the slimy scattering house elves. Damn. I hate those things. They look so ugly with their stupid round eyes and dumb filthy pillowcase and all. Ugh.
Once I entered the room, I noticed Mother and Father in their best robes eating breakfast. I cringed at the sight of Father. He never really cared or bothered for me. All he would ever do is buy me whatever I want. Of course, I did not complain with that. The more the better as I always say.
Father caught my eye and sneered while Mother on the other hand, grinned. " Oh, my sweet Draco is looking so handsome! I am sure that all the girls at school will just adore you!!!"
I rolled my eyes. Sure she was complimenting me, but it was the whole SWEET thing that grossed me out. As I slid to my usual seat across from Mother, I noticed Father mutter something about me being a playboy and that Pansy was more than enough for me. I gritted my teeth and tried not to shout. Seriously, does he think I look like that filthy Pansy Parkinson?!?!
" Draco." He said after a long horrible silence ( except for the sounds of Mother buttering her bagel ) " Remember, you are seventeen years old and I do not want any nonsense from you in any way. No contact with bloody mudbloods. I want good results from you in this whole year and do not ruin the Malfoy family name. You are not only a Malfoy, but the new head prefect."
Ugh.he sounded like McGonnagle just right then. All I could do was nod. I did not want to start a row with him again, even though I despised him so very much. Father gave me no more than a nod as in to say goodbye and Mother hugged me.
Since Father hated Muggles, he lent me a portkey to the Hogwarts Express. I have never been to that so called horrid Platform nine and ¾ before and neither have I been to the bloody Muggle World, not that I wanted to.
HERMIONE'S POV :
I awoke at five in the morning, rubbing sleep from my eyes. I slowly slouched myself to the bathroom while cursing my dumb alarm. The first thing I saw when I stepped into the bathroom, was my reflection. I bit my tongue as I recalled yesterday's events.
My parents had fought each other and I had over heard them speaking about me being adopted. This would really be a big deal to me last year, but ever since the last couple of months, I had practically lost all hope.
Just last month had Victor dumped me. He said that I didn't suit him because of my lack of Quidditch. Two weeks later, I thought I had finally faced true love with an ordinary powerless Muggle. But sadly, it was only a stupid bet that he had made with his pals. He said that I was nothing but a nerdy bookworm. I had been really depressed for days.
These days, all I seem to do is wonder. Wonder if I'll ever find true love or a caring family. My parents didn't care much. All Father ever wanted from me was good results, if I didn't have it he would hurt me, and if I did have it he wouldn't care less. Mother never bothered either. She always fought with Father and would scold me for absolutely nothing. I hated it. I hated everything.
Starting from the past two months, I didn't seem to be myself. I didn't bother reading, acting smart, caring about appropriate clothing, school work, nor anything else.
I bit my tongue harder until I felt it bleed painfully. Ofcaurse, I never cared. Not wanting to think about yesterday, I stripped off my clothes and showered myself with burning hot water. I didn't even bother to turn down the water.
The burning of the water felt good against my body. My skin had changed a nice tan colour ever since these holidays. Probably because of all the pain and fury I've been having, I really needed something to wash it all away. And, no. I did not drink alcohol or anything connected to such. Instead, I just relaxed myself with a nice hot shower.
Once done, I tugged out my bathrobes and slouched out of the bathroom. My hair was dripping wet and I dried it of and looked at my reflection through the mirror.
Man, I had certainly grown. My hair was no longer bushy, but now it was straight and had nice bright strips of dyed red hair against my dark brown hair, my body had turned slimmer and certainly more curvier because of my lack of food, my skin was a nice tan colour as I had mentioned earlier, my eyes were deep chocolate brown, and my lips had inky black lipstick on it.
I was wearing a pale blue Eminem type hoodie, a pair of khaki pants, a chain across my hips, two small silver hoop earrings on each ear, and a pair of spiky bangles. I didn't really care what anyone thought of me, as long as I put something on. I looked quite nice beneath all the stress.
I pulled out a packet of gum, and put three whole sticks of it into my mouth at once. This was sort of becoming a habit of mine, but, hell.who would care.?
Damnit. Hell like memories are coming back too me. I remembered when I thought Potter and Weasley were my friends. damn was I wrong! Those jerks only used me for my brains. I had shouted shit at them when I heard what they said about me being nothing but a bloody, bushy haired, bookworm. And there I was, thinking they liked me for who I was..I should have known.
I pursed my lips and tried like hell to stop me from crying. I walked numbly towards the stairs, knowing that there was nothing to look forward to in life anymore. Once I reached downstairs, I was greeted by a sneer from Father. " Remember Hermione. You better get the highest grades In that retched school of yours.or else." He hissed. I gave him a weak nodd. After that, I pulled out a Portkey which I had bought with my savings. I really did not want to go to Platform 9 and ¾, it brought back to many horrid memories.
DRACO'S POV :
I walked around the freaking Hogwarts Express. It is really getting boring in here. Aahh, yes.my favourite Trio. Potter, Weasley, and Gran- hey.where is Granger? Oh, well. She isn't much fun anyways. Hehehe.I will really enjoy this.
I smirked as I walked over to Potter's conpartment. I just love being the one to tease Potter and Weasly. Hey, what the, Holy Shit! Some new kid is teasing them. I walked over too them.
" Excuse me, but these are my arch enemies.so if you please, can you find some other morons to tease.?" I said arrogantly to the boy who was teasing Potter and Weasley. Only, it wasn't a boy. It was.
" Granger?!?" I screamed, almost tripping on my feet. She gave me a an evil smirk.
" What. Is it that suprising?" She asked flatly. Infact, it didn't even sound like a damn question. Granger smirked again. Gawd. Where did she learn to smirk like that. it looks as good as.as mine.
" Close your damn mouth Malferret." She hissed cruelly. She sinked closer toward my ear. " Wouldn't want to anyone to see you looking at me, would you? It'll ruin your reputation, wouldn't it?" She reared her head back from my ear, smirked, and said ; " I think you have some drool, right there." She rubbed a corner of my mouth and walked out to the Head Prefect Conpartment.
I spun around and caught sight of Potter and Weasley gaping at me. I glared darkly at them and stomped out of their conpartment. Thoughts were flooding through my head viciously, thoughts such as ; Where did Granger learn to smirk like that, Why was SHE teasing Potthead and Weasel, When did she become so attractive, Did she realize how close she had been to me?
These questions were flowing madly and I just have got to relax and sit down. I walked into God knows who's conpartment, and slamed my body down onto the seat. My eyes were closed and I was rubbing my forehead achingly. I had no idea of who's conpartment this was..I didn't really care either.
Then, a horrible shriek, and before I knew what was happening.dozens of girls were swooning around me, shrieking, pulling my arms, calling out my name. BLOODY HELL! I had fallen right into some of my fan clubs' conpartment. Gawd. This is what I hated of being so damn handsome.filthy girls. Not the pretty ones, the annoying, mad, ugly type ones. The type like Pansy. Puke! That is so damn gross.
I tried my hardest to push and wriggle my way out of the horrible trolls. They were really ugly, not to mention, gross. I breathed heavily once I finnaly got out of that damn filthy conpartment. I brushed the hair out of my face and looked up at the next conpartment which I had landed in.
Shit. Of all the places I wanted to be in. Granger's conpartment. I gulped and hope that bloody Granger wouldn't try anything, I don't know why, but I sort of feel weird around Granger.
Much to my luck, she was sleeping. Gawd damn, she looked hott. Since I was head boy and I would also be sharing the same conpartment, I decided to check Granger out before she awoke. She looked like a piece of art, an angel, MY angel. I knew she wasn't actually mine, nor was she anything close to mine. But she will be mine.
I didn't realize I had been staring at her for so long, and before I knew it, Granger awoke. Her dark brown eyes locked directly with my steely gray eyes.
HERMIONE'S POV :
~ Dream ~ I was runing along a beautiful and peaceful meadow, nothing in the world had gone wrong.everything was right, the way it should be. I inhaled the sweet air.so nice, so breezy and cool.it tasted like sweet, sweet heaven. Yes. Heaven. Only in my dreams shall I ever feel it. Why couldn't reality be like this? Fantasy was my only heaven, while reality was my hell. Nothing can go wrong in a dream. The birds, they were singing me a song.the rabbits, they were dancing for me.darkness was accomplished, but only in dreams. Everything I wanted.but, why? Why is there something missing? What was it? I walked into a spooky looking cave, carefull not to disturb anything. On the walls, there was a word. I read the word carefully. Letter by letter. L-O-V...~ End of dream ~
I opened my eyes.gazing directly into a pair of steely gray eyes. Gawd. Malfoy? How long has he been here? D-did he see anything? Oh shit.Shitshitshitshitshit!!!
" Malfoy?!" I stamered, crawling from my seat and against the wall. " What the holy cramping shit are you doing here?"
Malfoy gave me an arrogant chuckle. The kind he does when he sees something pathetic. " Are you so surprised to find out that I'M the head prefect, mudblood?" He asked in another arrogant tone of voice.
I sneered acidly at him. Just my freaking luck. I have to share a conpartment AND a common room with that damn ferret. Must everything be hell? Well, duh. The answer was so simple, so clear.YES!
" So, how much did your daddy have to pay for you this time? Five, wait.six thousand galleons? Probably seven thousand. It'll take a lot to make you a prefect. Would't be surprised if he paid twenty million galleons just to make you Head.seriously."
Malfoy sneered acidly back at me. A sneer which only takes practice to do. " Well, atleast I could afford twenty million galleons. Unlike your little pal Weasle, that is"
Weasley? My friend? How mad is he?! I f__ked Weasley AND Potter a whole YEAR ago!!! What planet does HE live on? Obviously a stupid one.
Again, I sneered at him. a deadly acid type sneer. " What centuary do you live in? Me and the wonder tuo are dead.gone.extinct." I folded my arms on my chest and gazed out the window. The scenery outside passed in a quick blur. I missed the old times. I would do anything to get it back.
" You broke up with the wonder trio? Thought you guys were inseparable.why did you brake up?" Malfoy asked. Wonder why he cares.
I spun my head from the window in order to look at him. I shruged sheepishly. " They never cared for me. everything about us was a lie. They only used me for homework and my brains. I was just some dumb tool. I guess I'm just a bloody know-it-all book worm to them.probably the exact oppinion to you."
I turned back to the window. Flashbacks of all the laughs and adventures I shared with Harry and Ron passed quickly through my mind in a blur. At times I just wish I could fly back into the past..when everything was right. I had friends again. A huge lump felt stuck in my throat. I wanted to let everything go. I just wanted to cry my heart out. I just wanted to sit next to the window, crying, and slowly crying to death..
WHY THE HELL CAN'T SOMEONE JUST KILL ME AND END MY MISSERY?!
My head felt squashed, my mind spinning, I tried my very best to hold back tears. I can't cry, not now. Malfoy is here. Gawd! Why can't he leave?! Leave me alone and let me die! Death be upon me! It shall be my fate!
" Are you okay?" Malfoy asked, I almost heard concern in his voice. I must have have heard wrong. Probably because the tears were already flowing, my heart was in my throat, my voice was a quiver, and I was becoming so weak that I could hardly stop.
I cried so bad, my eyes hurt from crying. I lost all control of myself. I just wish I could die.
DRACO'S POV :
Damn.what did I do? She started crying her eyes out and all I do is stare blankly at her. Damn, I felt sorry for her for no filthy reason.
" Umm.are you alright?" I asked deperately. I have no idea what to do. Granger nodded really gently. She looked blankly up at me. Gawd! Something must have clicked there because all I could do was stare into her eyes. Her beautiful, enchanting, heart worth, dark brown eyes.
I could see pain, depression, anger, frustration, and emptiness in only one look into her eyes. Gawd, it was like looking into her soul.
Granger broke the contact between us. She obviously didn't feel the click. She steadily picked herself up and sat back onto her seat. She stared out the window. I felt frustrated that she was staring at the scenery instead of staring into my eyes.
I wanted badly to look back into her eyes, the windows to her soul. I wanted to understand, to help.Wait a minute! I can't try to help a mudblood! Not Granger! Malfoy's and mudbloods DO NOT MIX!
I tried as hard as possible to make my brain understand. It did but somehow, my heart didn't.