Unexplainable Reasons
Chapter One
Secret Bonds
It was hard. Why? Why do I get so affected? WHY?
A seventh year was crying; she had brown bushy, curly hair; sitting near the window watching the rain trickling down slowly. It was like it had been synchronized. The thunder roared. Lightning filed the sky. Then the rain again. Her emotions were mixed; she was angry, confused and sad. She felt as if someone has been sucking the life out of her. She wanted to scream.
Why?
She was one of the brightest witches of her age. If you had ever met her, you would think she was very carefree and that the only problems for her would be either battling Voldemort or for not being able to answer a question in an exam.
But everybody was wrong.
She was troubled. Each day would be a living hell. Insults, misunderstandings and torture. As everyone knew, she was part of the golden trio. Composed of the scar-headed-boy-who-lived-prophecy-hero-dude Hary Potter, the red headed Ronald Weasley and her: Ms. Know-it-all. But nobody could understand her. Not even bloody Hary or Ron.
The weather goes with my emotions….
She couldn't possibly like the prat. Everyone knew they were even more than enemies. But there was a part of her, seeing that there was more to those cold grey meaningless eyes. She could tell that he was misunderstood. Just like her. But he had never let her get the chance to really understand and get to know him. All she knew was that he was lonely. His expressions were blank. Aside from the smirk on his face which replaced his smile. He never smiled.
I wonder how his smile looks like.
Each day, she would be insulted by this same particular person. She's been kicked by this person. He haunts her in her thoughts and dreams. It would be a daily ritual for him and her. Since it happened all most every second, every body assumed it didn't hurt her… but it did
He calls me mudblood always. Insults and tortures me daily, but why does he have to? Specially now, during THIS time! Doesn't he realize that carrying the burden of someone's death is heavy enough? Why does it have to be him to ruin my life?
She didn't know why but she wanted to be with him and to be there for him. And she never gave up achieving this. She wanted to understand and be a part of him. But this seemed more than impossible.
But…
We do share something...
A bond…..
That's hidden from the rest of the world…
A secret bond…...
Her name was Hermione Granger.
Rage spread through his nerves His heart pounded so hard, he could feel it hit his chest. I did it again! Why the bloody hell did I do it?#
A tall blonde young man with grey eyes went stomping through the Slytherin common room. One of his ears were red, due to the punch he received from scar head after insulting…no… torturing the mudbl- Granger .
ARGHHH!
Thunder filled his ears while the lightning blinded his eyes.
He was like the weather; he could be very calm yet outrageous at times and was almost unpredictable.
Slamming the door behind him marching straight up to his bed. He had just agonized again the one and only person he knew that understands him….
How can she be so pathetically stupid!
Every one knew him and portrayed him as the perfect example for a Slytherin. He was mean, possessed pureblood, despised mudbloods, and adored power…
No… I'm the one stupid …it's not her… it's me… ME!
At least that's what everybody thought.
Her parents had died in a fire, and instead of comforting her, he worsened her pain. Creating even deeper scars in her heart. The pain he caused was nothing anyone could imagine. Soon he realizes that insulting her and her family of being fifthly mudbloods and saying her parents got what they deserve was not the smartest thing to do. In fact, it was bloody stupid of him to do so.
And he stormed away. Leaving her to bleed with agony, sadness and anger.
Why the bloody hell should I regret calling her a mudblood!. She is one anyway!
When he sees her staring at him, and then catches himself staring back at her, getting caught in each other's deed gaze, he realizes she knows. She knows that he is lonely and misunderstood. And he does not like keeping this burden and secret all to him self. He wishes he could talk about this with some one….
But there was no one.
Not even his own bloody parents understood him. The "scar head" would have even understood him better than them. But there was still hope. He knew that Hermione could, and a part of him really wanted her to. He needed her for a reason.
Yes. She is a mudblood…
But I need her…
To be with me…
We share something…
A secret bond….
His name was Draco Malfoy.
A/N: yeah, I know it's short. I hope you like it. Please review. And... ummm.. This is only the 1st chapter... I'll update it sooner or later but as of now, I can't... I have a bloody exam to study for. Stay Tuned… hehe
