This is a one-shot; and I own the poems, not the characters. This story was inspired by 'A Little Black Book' by overXposed. You'll see why it's rated this
very soon. I wrote this poetry specifically for this story so why wouldn't I own it? THIS IS A ONE-SHOT. IT'S EXACTLY LIKE THE ONE I POSTED ON MY FRIEND'S PENNAME. YOU CAN ASK HER YOURSELF IF SHE'S ONLINE. HER S/N IS COLEY-RANDOM5. It kind of ends with a twist...How I came to be
You two seem happy,
But the life of everyone else around you is gloomy.
I doubt you two notice;
Your glued to the other's eyes, but not honest,
I'm tempted to hurt myself, you to never cared.
You never shared your relationship with me,
But being I, I found out eventually.
You never tried,
You never comforted me when I cried.
Now and then I try to think,
But you two never speak.
You're always silent,
Quiet,
It's frightening.
My tears fall,
You two pass me in the hall,
But you never noticed the look,
And my hands shook.
You never noticed me,
And that's how I came to be.
Hermione didn't think it was right; this person's poetry was so sad and depressing. Whoever wrote it knew about her previous 'relationship' with Ronald Wesley, her old best friend.
But that shit was done; she was just his fuck buddy.
She never saw Ron again; and she found a large notebook filled with poetry; and this one couple seemed to be revolved around this boy's tragic life, him longing girl that never thought anything of him.
"Oh, the poor boy," she thought aloud, flipping to the next page filled again with depressing poetry.
I'd die for you,
I would give my life for you,
Just so you would finally notice me,
But you always seem so spiteful,
So hateful,
Like it hurts you,
But it hurts me more, the actions, the things you do.
It hurts;
To see you laugh, to see you full of mirth;
After the day, because you were with him.
You say such horrid things;
My chance of surviving tomorrow is dim.
You've cut my wings and left me to die,
But you didn't know;
But I doubt you would want to know;
I saw you with him in the hall;
The door to the room of Requirement open, I saw you with him.
Without these disturbances I might have turned out all right,
But not tonight,
Definitely not tonight,
Nothing will make me want my life.
This boy is suicidal as well...
she thought; and how did he know? This boy must be sneaky, too, because that was at midnight... Or maybe he's a prefect? That evens it down easily...The guy prefects were Draco Malfoy, Anthony Goldstein, Ernie Macmillan, and Wesley the 6th.
Some wild part of her actually wanted it to be Draco Malfoy; he hadn't insulted her on the train ride when he passed her compartment; he'd actually ignored her.
Sneaky...
"Hmm," she murmured, and as she passed the boy she was thinking about in the library, looking over the poems, trying to figure out whom it might belong to.
"Sneaky," she murmured aloud, and turned another page to find a VERY detailed picture of herself during Advanced Potions, sucking her sugar quill, deep in thought about the Potions lesson.
There's only one Prefect that's in my Advanced Potions class…
"Hullo, Granger…"
She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard his cool and icy voice, and she pocketed the book before she turned around to acknowledge him.
"Hullo, Malfoy," she whispered coldly, crossing her arms over her chest, plastering a look of defiance on his face.
"I think you dropped something while you were talking to yourself," he reached for something in his back pocket and handed it to her.
Hermione arched an eyebrow at him before taking the letter from him, her eyes gazing confusedly into his metallic blue ones.
"Why didn't you let me leave it?" she questioned, and was completely surprised by him laughing in reply.
"It seemed important; and if anyone found it, I bet you would be pissed." He dismissed between his laughter.
Why doesn't he laugh more often?
She wondered, before shooting him a wary look and turning around to walk away.A strong hand wrapped around her wrist and she winced; he was squeezing too hard.
"Malfoy, you're hurting me!"
Instantly, his hold loosened, and she relaxed a little.
"I just wanted to tell you, I think that thing's really important, so you better read it here."
So, he knew that she had his book? Or is it just something trivial and an insult?
"With you near? Why would I do something stupid like that?" she enquired him in a suspicious voice, arching her eyebrows.
She tried to break from his death grip, but he was much too strong.
"Hermione, please…" he whispered, and she arched her eyebrows higher.
Why is he making it so obvious?
"I will; if you just let go of me." Hermione answered, and Draco let go of her wrist only to watch her run away from him and out of the library.
Gryffindor Tower, 8:00 P.M.
In the letter, she found a green and silver necklace just begging to be worn, but she didn't put it on until after she read about it.
Dearest Hermione,
You have something of mine, but I'm glad you found it; I was terribly worried that I would never see it again. I'm sure you like the drawings of you, because you had the slightest smile on your face. Why don't you ever smile often?
I hope this letter has made that smile creep into your eyes again, and if you want to know about my obviousness, I just wanted you to know I'm different than the hard mask I put on everyday. I didn't choose that life, I didn't choose to be horrible to you.
But could you stop playing along?
I know that you're knowledgeable about who I am. Why didn't you confront me about it? Were you afraid?
I hope you meet up with me tonight in the Astronomy Tower. I'll be waiting. Also, wear the necklace. I'll tell you about it later.
You're the missing key to this; and if people see you wearing it; they'd that know I've changed.
He was so sweet, so different than before, but could it be a trap?
She sighed as she pondered about the idea, but decided to meet him, since she always wanted a Bad Boy as a boyfriend."This is just absurd," she thought aloud before pulling the necklace around her neck. But little did she know about the consequences afterwards.
Astronomy Tower
"Hermione, I thought you would never arrive…" his cool voice acknowledged her, his back to her, looking out of the window at the beautiful stars.
"Well, I just wanted to meet the poet that wrote all of this depressing poetry, that's all." Hermione returned, and walked over to stand behind him.
"It's a very important book. I'm planning on being published sometime after I graduate, and I'm typing up those very words to my father's friend, because he can pull those kind of things." Draco said in a conversational tone, though his back was still to her.
"That's terrific! Oh, being published is the greatest feeling on earth!" Hermione exclaimed, a joyous smile reaching her face.
Draco turned around, a smirk gracing his lips. "And you would know how?"
"I have a pseudonym; I was published when I was a 2nd year… One of my older cousins on my mother's side works for SC and… Draco, why do you look so confused?"
"Scholastic?" he questioned, and she nodded.
"I wasn't accepted there," he murmured, and she blanched.
"Well, what poem did you send?" she asked, and Draco handed her a wrinkled sheet of paper, which looked like it had been opened more than ten times.
Don't look at me, please, avert your eyes the other way,
Let the walls decay, but just don't come near me.
I don't want to see her; I don't want to see it.
Please, just leave me alone!
You hit the wall, call for me,
But I'm out of the room,
Efforts long from doom.
Don't you sing that song,
It means nothing,
It means all our suffering has started all over again.
I swear, it's a tragedy; you were never able to repent for your sins,
But now you're receiving what you deserved,
Your pain was just reserved only for you.
Your game is finished, written in blood,
Sweet flower buds fly around your innocent face,
Such grace is horrifying.
Outside The Great Hall- Next Day
Hermione was walking between Ginny and Harry, her only friends in the school, holding their hands, chattering about how it was great to be a 6th year, but Hermione caught Ginny staring at her necklace before they even came near the Great Hall doors.
"Why are you wearing Slytherin colours, Hermione?" she questioned, and Harry glanced over at her as well.
"Yeah, Hermione, why?" Harry enquired, and Hermione shrugged her shoulders. Through the mob of people entering the hall, she saw a platinum head, and her eyes widened when she met the familiar metallic blue eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"I… um… I…" she stammered, and she tried to look away, but his intense gaze drew her in.
"Hermione?" Ginny waved a hand in front of her face, and the spell instantly broken.
"Oh… I was going to say I was wearing it because it was a present from someone." Hermione lied steadily, but Harry arched a curious eyebrow at her.
"From who? A Slytherin, perhaps?" Harry's suspicious voice didn't help any of Hermione's situation, and when Draco strolled over toward them, he certainly fucked it all up.
"N-no…" she lied weakly, before Draco was in front of them.
"Hullo, Wesley, Potter… Oh, and hi Hermione." Draco smirked at the shocked look on their faces, and tilted Hermione's chin up with a long slender finger, and whispered in a low voice so her friend's wouldn't hear, "Play along…"
Harry and Ginny just stared perplexedly at the Slytherin and their friend, both their eyebrows arched in confusion. Hermione glanced over at them, Draco hadn't released her yet, and she was fearful if anyone saw them together.
"Stop trembling, love, I won't hurt you," he whispered before claiming her lips in a beautiful, but also deadly kiss.
There was only one thought going through her mind: What would they say?
You make me feel so horrible,
So positively dreadful.
My wounds will never heal,
And I'll always steal glances at you during class.
Our dumb-arse of a Potions teacher doesn't think twice,
Doesn't even act nice to you Gryffindors.
Surrender arms, let's break this bloody failure of a code.
Maybe then these idiotic skirmishes will grow old.
Never show your prudence,
Never show your weakness,
But I know you won't anyway,
You'll stay stubborn,
Never will it slumber.
Push the knife harder,
Don't stall it any longer,
Come on, take our lives…
I can't take it, I'll never become stronger…
End it all for me.
"They would kill us," she rasped, looking around her as if gazing into a raging fire.
"How are they to defy me? My father's dead, my mother always has wanted me to be rebellious, and you're the perfect girl to help me show them I'm different," he whispered and claimed her lips again in a lusty kiss, pushing her into the wall where everyone could see, which frightened Hermione; even after his attempts to calm her down.
"Draco," she moaned and let her hand travel up his arms, but almost pulled away when her fingers came in contact with what felt like bumps- or more specifically, cuts.
"Don't mind them," he whispered and her eyes snapped open when his lips came in contact with the hollow of her neck.
"Oh Christ," she murmured, and her eyes fluttered closed.
She hadn't ever expected Draco Malfoy to love her, but she never thought he would snog her senseless outside the Great Hall! She hadn't ever expected it; but it was actually in a odd way comforting that someone actually loved her.
Unless a teacher saw them!
Abruptly, at that thought she put her hands to his broad chest and tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge, he was too muscular.
"I want to make it official," he murmured against her flesh, and she had a purple hickey from all his 'proving love.'
"Well… It would be official if a teacher saw…" her attempts to complain turned into a breathy moan, and she wanted to hex Draco for being so good.
"Oh Lord, you're right." Draco realised and reluctantly pulled away from her, but not before giving her a quick kiss.
Hermione was right; Professor McGonagall had appeared right after he pulled away, and she began questioning them about the oddest things.
"Are you two arguing again? Don't make me give out another detention!"
Hermione shook her head, and Draco replied to her statement with a cool,
"We're fine, Professor. We were merely chatting about our rounds."
McGonagall accepted this excuse, and left them to themselves.
"She's so fucking oblivious!" Draco laughed hard, and Hermione took his hand, feeling a sense of belonging with him, dragging him into the Great Hall.
They don't seem to notice… Which is a good thing!
Hermione's eyes fell upon two empty seats at the Gryffindor table and glanced over at Draco, and as if reading her mind, he was already heading toward the table.
"I hope I'm not expelled for this," she grumbled before Draco dragged her to their seats.
"This is insane!" Hermione heard Ginny tell Harry behind her.
"Well, someone seems to share your opinion," Draco murmured to her and dug a fork into his eggs and shovelled them into his mouth.
"Which isn't a good thing," she replied and he shrugged.
Why were they ignoring us?
She wondered as she watched her fellow Gryffindors talk animatedly with another. Hermione had a strange feeling they were ignoring her and Draco."Do you think it's something about me?" Draco asked her, staring blankly into space.
"Probably, since you are whom you are," she answered and he gritted his teeth together which malice.
"Damn it, it wasn't supposed to happen like this!" He sat down his fork with a small clatter, and Hermione glanced over at him with confusion.
"What? Are they supposed to accept you?" she questioned him while gazing vacantly into space.
"No, but they could at least say something!" He muttered, and she glanced over at him, slowly arching her eyebrows.
"Since when do you care what we Gryffindors think?"
"Since never. But, they could at least stop the staring; it's ticking me off," he replied, and she nodded lightly.
"I know the exact feeling," she commented, and he shovelled bacon into his mouth, barely missing his fingers when he closed his mouth to chew.
"Holy bagels and butter!" Hermione exclaimed, and took some of her 'holy food' and shovelled it down her throat. It was very addictive.
Draco watched her out of the corner of his eye until he felt something sticky slide down his arm. Immediately, he saw the red blood coming from the Dark Mark that had been forced into his flesh. When he was absolutely sure no one was watching, he muttered a spell and the bleeding stopped.
Too close.