ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG
By the way, HP and all its characters belong to J.K. Rowling, and the song "Only The Good Die Young" belongs to Billy Joel.
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Draco Malfoy peered out from behind his plate. A lock of platinum gold hair fell into his eyes as he searched the Great Hall.
*Where IS she?* he thought. As he looked over at the Gryffindor table, gray eyes met with brown.
His lips turned to a grin, and he inclined his head, ever so slightly, to the doors. A quick smile told him that she had gotten the message. Draco dropped his fork to his plate, and got up.
"Stay here. I would like to take a walk alone." He said to the two huge boys, who had gotten up to follow him. They shrugged and sat down again, starting now on the desserts, which had just appeared.
Draco placed his hands in his pockets, and he walked out the hallway. He leaned against the cold stonewall. But he didn't shiver; as he was use to the coolness, having to live in the Slytherin Dungeons for six full years. He grinned evilly as Hermione Granger's form appeared from the doorway.
"Ah, dear church woman! I do believe you are late..." he said, grabbing her waist and pulling her into a tight embrace. Hermione scowled.
"God, Draco! Do you WANT us to be caught?" She asked impatiently. "And I would appreciate it if you DIDN'T call me 'church woman' anymore. I am not like that!"
"Oh, really? Why do I NOT believe you?" He replied, bushing a strand of stray hair from her face.
"Ahem! I am actually very mischievous, thank you very much!" She said, pushing the strand back in front of her face, her eyes gleaming.
"Well, I wish you would show me HOW mischievous you were..." he trailed off, smirking. Hermione couldn't help but laugh.
"You are a perverted little freak, you know that?" She said, but leaned in and kissed him anyway.
"Hmm... You need to do stuff like that more often."
"Yes, I am sure you think so!" With that she leaned in and kissed him. He smiled and kissed back. Suddenly, she pulled away. Draco looked at her confused and dazed.
"No, no... no. Draco, w-we can't." she breathed, pushing back from him.
"What?" He asked, blinking in shock. "What the hell do you mean, we can't?"
"Just what I said. W-we can't."
"And why the bloody hell not?"
"B-because someone-someone found out."
There was a slight pause. In this moment, Hermione could see Draco's eyes turn colder. He spoke, his voice much colder and calmer than before.
"Who." he demanded softly.
"Well, I have no idea how she found out, a-and I'm not sure if she is t- telling the truth, but-" She trailed off. Draco turned her head with his hand.
"Tell me who." He said in the most calm voice Hermione had heard in a long time.
She closed her eyes, and whispered. "My mother. She sent a letter just this morning. I'm sorry I didn't talk to you sooner."
There was a moments pause, when Draco smiled and softly laughed.
"Very good." he mumbled, raising an eyebrow.
"What? What are you talking about? This is horrible!" Hermione protested, taking a few steps back from him, as if he were crazy.
Draco didn't move, still with that soft, almost earily sweet smile on his face.
"Hermione, does your mother go to school here?"
Hermione didn't move, she just stared at him. Where was he going with this?
"Well?"
She cleared her throat, and replied "No, of course not."
"There, you see. The answer. Someone at school must have found out. They are telling her. This is a simple problem to fix."
"What? How so?"
"Well, you can do one of two things. The first, find out who the acompliss is, and kill him."
"What!?! Are you crazy? Kill someone?"
"Or, you could take the easier route. Lie."
"...Lie?"
"Yes. You're mother never actually saw us, did she?"
"Well, no, but-"
"Then she has no proof agianst us. Deny anything and everything."
"What? Hold on a moment, Draco. Lie to my MOTHER?"
Malfoy looked at her and nodded.
"I-I can't lie to my MOTHER! S-she's my-my mother!"
"Meaning she will be easier to lie to. Mothers always belive their daughters."
"It doesn't matter! I can't and would never lie to my mother!"
Draco looked at her, his eyes wide.
"You have to. If you don't, we-we can't be together."
"I-I know that, Draco."
"You're willing to sacrifice me, and what we have, just because you won't lie to you mother?"
"Yes! I will never lie to her. Not for anything."
"Not even love?"
She pause. "No. Not even for love."
Draco just stared at her. His voice seemed to tremble as he next spoke.
"Hermione. You don't seem to be understanding this! This isn't just a little relationship! This is love! I love you!"
"And I love you!"
"Than lie!"
"I won't!"
Draco was now shaking, and his seemingly perfect hair was falling out of place. Hermione had to admit, she had never seen him-- so-so-what's a good word for it? So... un-powerful.
"H-Hermione," he whispered, almost begging her. His voice seemed to cut through her heart, and she felt three hot tears leak down her cheek. "Hermione. Think-think about US. Please... please, do it, do it for us." He begged. Hermione couldn't handle it. She leaned in, kissed his face, and ran down the hallway, crying.
Draco stood there for a long time. He didn't notice it when he started to walk down to the Slytherin Common room. As he collapsed onto a couch, he realized what had just happened. He stared across the room, not really seeing anything, not really feeling anything. Suddenly, he felt something on his cheek. He brought his hand up to it, and felt a small drop of water.
Tears.
Draco Malfoy hadn't cried since he was four years old. Only then he had because his father had beat him, for crying. It was then he had learned that crying was not allowed. Now, hot tears seemed to come from his eyes. He ran to his bed, threw open the curtains, and collapsed onto it, crying like he never had before in his life.
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Hermione Granger was always very controlling. She told people what to do, told them when to do it and how she wanted it done. She controlled every speck of her emotions, and could change from angry to calm in less than two seconds. But today, everything seemed to have stopped. All she could do was cry. She sat in her four-poster, her face red and wet, her voice horse and strained from yelling.
"DAMN YOU!! DAMN YOU DRACO!! GOD!! I HATE YOU! I hate you!! I-I-I h-h-hate y-y-you!!" She screamed into her pillow, not noticing how painful it was to talk. Her throat burned form screaming, but she didn't care. Damn Draco! He had to be evil, his father had to be bad! He HAD to be in Slytherin! He HAD to be Harry and Ron's enemy, he just HAD to be-well, DRACO!
Hermione cried louder with every thought, and finally drifted off to a fitful sleep.
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Draco got up and decided to take a walk. He would have rather stayed in bed, but all the other Slytherins kept asking him why his face was all red and wet.
"I fell during practice." He would simply say, trying to get to the exit. Finally, after at least thirty people questioning him, Draco stepped out into the cold hallways of the dungeons. He took a deep breath, and began to walk. He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going, and ended up in the main hallway. He looked up as a loud giggling filled his ears. A group of girls were standing by the wall opposite him. They were looking at a poster, and whispering to each other. Deciding he had nothing better to do, Draco walked over, hoping to get a glimpse of what the girls seemed so interested in. But the moment he got a good view, two of the girls rounded on him.
"Excuse me," one of them said, angrily, "Your Draco Malfoy, right?"
Draco nodded, not sure of who she was. But, now that he thought of it, she did look a bit familiar... He was brought out of his thoughts when he felt a hand come flashing across his face. She slapped him!
"What the bloody hell was that for?" he screamed, holding his cheek. The girl grinned, pleased with herself.
"For hurting Hermione, that's what!" The one next to her yelled. It was then that Draco recognized the two girls. They were Hermione's friends.
"Parvatie! Lavender!" He exclaimed, a bit shocked, a bit angry.
"Glad to know you recognized us. For a second there, we thought you had forgotten!" Lavender seethed from behind her best friend. "You are a little bastard!" she added.
Draco was about to reply rudely, but then it came to him. Hermione had obviously told them that he had dumped her. That would be so like her...
Parvatie spoke next, angrily. "Do you have any idea what you did to Hermione?"
Draco only turned his head, looking back to the way he had came. For some reason, them talking about Hermione seemed to make it about a hundred times worse. She didn't care... she just didn't care. She told her friends that he had dumped her... how could she?
"Well, I guess you don't! God, you little heartless bastard! How could you be so-so heartless? You deserve to be run over by a herd of Hippogriff's!! Hermione is in tears because of you, you brat! I don't know how anyone could hurt such a wonderful girl! I mean, she-"
"SHUT UP" Draco screamed. He had had it. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON!!!! I DIDN'T BREAK HERMIONE'S HEART, SHE BROKE MINE!!!! AND DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT?!? I LOVED HER! I STILL DO! *he turned to the empty hall and bellowed at it* DO YOU HEAR THAT WORLD? I AM IN LOVE WITH HERMIONE GRANGER! I AM IN LOVE WITH A GOD-DAMMNED MUDBLOOD!!! MOCK ME!!!! I LOVE HERMIONE GRANGER!!!"
The hallway echoed his message back to him, answering his insitance to "mock him".
The girls stared at him. Draco put one hand against the wall, and leaned on it, his face pointed towards the ground.
"That's right." He said, now practically whispering. "You herd me. I-I love Hermione. I love her. And she doesn't even care. She doesn't care..."
Parvatie looked completely shocked, and Lavender was on the verge of tears.
"Y-you love her? B-but then why did you break up with her?" Parvatie asked. The other girls in the group seemed to be completely moved by what Draco had said, and were all crying, or wipeing their eyes. Draco shook his head slowly, and spoke as if all his energy had been taken away.
"I didn't break up with her. She broke up with me."
Parvatie placed a hand on his shoulder, which made Draco flinch.
"Ma-Draco... look... I-we didn't know. And, we'd...er... do anything to help. Right girls?" Draco heard the nodding of heads, but didn't look.
"Right. Now, Mal-Draco. What happened, exactly?"
Draco sat down on the hard, stone, cold floor, and started to explain from the beginning.
At the end of the story, Lavender had completely broken down, and was sobbing into her robes, while all the other girls were wiping away tears. Parvatie seemed to be the only one who hadn't cried that night.
"Draco," she said, strongly, "I have the perfect plan. Karaoke."
It took a moment, but then Draco remembered. There was to be a Karaoke- dance-party that night. He had only decided not to go because he and Hermione were to go to the lake for the night...
The other girls suddenly seemed to have been filled with the giggles. They all mumbled things like "Perfect!" and "Wonderful idea, Parvatie!".
Draco nodded. Anything to get Hermione back. But what exactly WAS karaoke?
"Right. I have the perfect song and everything! It explains everything that is going on between you two right now. How Hermione seems to be too good and all that... it is a BIT upbeat, but Hermione wouldn't want a romantic song anyway." Her voice faltered a bit here, "And besides, if she still says no, you can always tell everyone that it was just for fun!"
Draco looked at her, but he didn't have time to ask what the song was. Parvatie was already taking him up the corridor to get him ready.
"Huh? Wait! What about Hermione? I doubt she will want to come out to see Karaoke!"
"Ah, just leave HER to us! All you have to do is get ready, learn the song, practice and look good!"
With that, the girls shoved him into a bathroom, and began to get him prepared.
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About half an hour later, Hermione awoke with a start. She looked up groggily to see two girls standing there, positively beaming.
"Hello Hermione! Ready?"
"Wha...?" she asked, completely confused. Her head felt as though a thousand bludgers had hit it all at once. It throbbed...
"I asked you if you were ready!"
"Ready for wha...?" she asked again, this time holding her head.
"The Karaoke! Dur!" Parvatie squealed. Hermione's head spun.
"Owe.. Sorry Parvatie, but I am not in the mood..." she mumbled, pulling the covers over her head.
Parvatie sighed. "Get UP!" she yelled, pointing her wand at her best friends bed. Hermione was flung out of it. She landed on her knees and hands, and turned red.
"PARVATIE PATIL!!! HOW DARE YOU!!! I AM NOT IN THE MOOD TO GO TO ANY KARAOKE PARTY!!! I HAVE A TERRIBLE HEADACHE and I want to... stay... in bed." She slowed down as she realized her headache was gone. As she looked down, she also realized that she was dressed in a beautiful blue dress and her hair was done up and curled. "How did you...?" she trailed off, staring at her clothes.
"Ah, oldest trick in the book. Now c'mon!" she smiled, grabbing her friends arm, Hermione obeyed, feeling slightly better about herself.
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Draco stomped around in circles. Was he really about to do this? He looked down at himself. His nicest robes. He glanced out passed the curtain. People were starting to file in. God... Hermione was one of them...
**You are an idiot.** came a small voice from his head,
*I am not.* he replied, angrily, still searching for Parvatie or Lavender.
**Yes you are! Your going to go make a fool of yourself in front of the entire school, just for a stupid girl!**
*She is not stupid!!!* he yelled back in his mind.
**Yes she is! Draco, c'mon! Think of you HONOR! Your POWER! Your LIFE!!!!**
*Hermione IS my honor, my power, AND my life!* he thought, determinedly.
**What will your father say if he finds out? Excuse me, WHEN he finds out!!!**
*He can deal with it. He's a big boy.*
**He'll kill you, LITERALLY!**
*Hermione is worth my life. Now shut up, its starting!*
**Fine... your funeral.**
Draco sighed contently as he watched Lee Jordan walk onto the stage. He talked a few moments, than called the first singers, a group of second year girls. Draco groaned. He hope he wasn't the only guy here...
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Hermione nearly screamed when she got into the Great Hall. All the tables had been lined up the opposite way, to form a weak form of bleachers. Hermione took a seat next to Lavender, who was smiling at Harry. Parvatie sat behind her.
*Great, their surrounding me!* she thought to herself. Harry waved.
"Hey Hermione! I thought you wanted to sleep tonight?"
" I did! These girls brought me along." She nodded to the two surrounding her. Harry laughed.
"Ron decided to do a song! It aught'a be funny!" He laughed, but Hermione only nodded. What was Draco doing right now?
She didn't have time to think though, as Lee Jordan came out onto the stage. He talked for a few moments, than introduced a group of second year girls. Hermione sighed and put her head on her hand. This was gonna be a long night.
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Draco was hyperventilating. There was no way he could do this... no way. Hermione would laugh... or someone would laugh, or he would choke. He had to get away... he had to go somewhere, anywhere! But before he could, someone pushed him onto the stage as Lee spoke clearly to the crowd:
"And finally, we have *cough* Draco Malfoy, singing 'Only The Good Die Young!' Give it up!"
Draco walked onto the stage to hoots of laughter from the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws. The Slytherins just stared in disbelief. He put the mike to his mouth, took a deep breath, and began to sing as the music played in the background.
"Come out Hermione, don't let me wait.
You catholic girls start much to late.
Ah, but sooner or later, it comes down to fate.
I might as well will be the one.
Well they showed you a statue,
Told you to pray,
built you a tower and locked you away.
Ah, but they never told you the price it would pay,
the things that you might have done.
Only the good die young!
That's what I said!!!
Only the good diiie young,
only the good die young!
You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd,
We know we're pretty, we know we're proud.
We might be laughing a bit too loud,
Ah but that never hurt no one!
So come on Hermione!
Show me a sign! Send up a signal, I throw you the line!
That stain-glass curtain your hiding behind, It never lets in the sun.
Darling only the good die young!
Wo wo wo wo wo!!
I tell ya only the good diiie young!
Only the good die young!
Ya got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation!
You got a brand new soul, and a cross of gold!
But Herms, they didn't give you quite enough information!
You didn't count on me, When you were counting on your rosary! Oh oh oh!
They say there's a heaven for those who will wait!
Some say its better, but I say it ain't!
I'd rather laugh with the sinners that cry with the saints,
The sinners are much more fun!
You know that only the good die young!
Oh wo babay!
I tell ya, only the good die young!
Only the good die young!
Said your mother told me all that I could give you was a reputation!
Oh, she never cared for me!
Did she ever say a prayer for me? Oh Oh Oh!
Come out, come out, come out, Mione don't let me wait!
You catholic girls start much to late!
Sooner or later it comes down to fate,
I might as well will be one one!
You know that only the good die young!
Tell ya babay!
You know that only the good diiie young!
Only the good die young!
Only the goooooooooood, only the good die young!!
Who who whoooooooo who whooo who who whooo who whooooooo!!!!
Who who whoooooooo who whooo who who whooo who whooooooo!!!!"
Draco stopped singing the second the music stopped. The Great Hall was quiet. No one moved. The only sound heard was Hermione, who seemed to be hyperventilating. Draco felt, for the first time in his life, really embarrassed. All the other times he was insulted by Potty or Weasle, those were NOTHING compared to this. That little voice peeped up from his head.
**Ha! Oh, you have no idea how funny you look, Dracy-pie! Hahah! This is too hilarious! Someone get a camera!**
*S-shut up.* he said, and ignored what the little voice had to say after that. He began to walk off the stage, when a girl called out his name.
"Wait! Wait! Draco!" She called. Draco turned around to see Hermione practiacally tripping up the stairs to get onto the stage. Partly because she was eager to see him, the other part because she was wearing high- heels.
"What are you wearing?" He asked, looking at her feet. She smiled a bit.
"Parvatie. She's great, isn't she?" Draco smiled. Suddenly, Hermione's face became serious.
"Draco. I-I'm sorry. I never should have done that, I was stupid. I-I mean, lying to my mom? How easy! I just noticed that I must have done it a billion times before, but I never noticed that I had until now. I-I'm sorry."
"No." Draco said, smiling. "No, It's my fault. I shouldn't have told you to lie. That was mean, and rude. No way would I make a good impression on your mother if she found out I had ASKED you to lie to her."
Hermione smiled, but still stood a bit away from him.
"You know, we must sound like idiots." Hermione said, smiling, and gesturing to the crowd. She had never felt so at ease in front of such a huge amount of people before, "I mean, so cliché, huh? 'I'm sorry, dear, my fault!' than 'No, no, honey, its all my fault!' What, are we gonna do next, kiss or something?\"
"My thoughts exactly." Draco said, pulling her into a tight embrace. Hermione melted into his arms as he kissed her with all the passion and love he possessed. They broke apart for a moment, in which Hermione smiled and said weakly:
"Yes, well, I've always loved clichés!"
Draco grinned and kissed her again. For the moment, the two forgot about everything. Their parent's wraths, the crowd, even that they were indeed in the world. They were lost in each other's arms.
And that is how they wanted it to stay.
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Well? What do you think? I MIGHT add a chapter, if people ask me to. And I will probably go back and make some changes to this, once I find some. SO PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP? REVIEW!!
By the way, HP and all its characters belong to J.K. Rowling, and the song "Only The Good Die Young" belongs to Billy Joel.
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Draco Malfoy peered out from behind his plate. A lock of platinum gold hair fell into his eyes as he searched the Great Hall.
*Where IS she?* he thought. As he looked over at the Gryffindor table, gray eyes met with brown.
His lips turned to a grin, and he inclined his head, ever so slightly, to the doors. A quick smile told him that she had gotten the message. Draco dropped his fork to his plate, and got up.
"Stay here. I would like to take a walk alone." He said to the two huge boys, who had gotten up to follow him. They shrugged and sat down again, starting now on the desserts, which had just appeared.
Draco placed his hands in his pockets, and he walked out the hallway. He leaned against the cold stonewall. But he didn't shiver; as he was use to the coolness, having to live in the Slytherin Dungeons for six full years. He grinned evilly as Hermione Granger's form appeared from the doorway.
"Ah, dear church woman! I do believe you are late..." he said, grabbing her waist and pulling her into a tight embrace. Hermione scowled.
"God, Draco! Do you WANT us to be caught?" She asked impatiently. "And I would appreciate it if you DIDN'T call me 'church woman' anymore. I am not like that!"
"Oh, really? Why do I NOT believe you?" He replied, bushing a strand of stray hair from her face.
"Ahem! I am actually very mischievous, thank you very much!" She said, pushing the strand back in front of her face, her eyes gleaming.
"Well, I wish you would show me HOW mischievous you were..." he trailed off, smirking. Hermione couldn't help but laugh.
"You are a perverted little freak, you know that?" She said, but leaned in and kissed him anyway.
"Hmm... You need to do stuff like that more often."
"Yes, I am sure you think so!" With that she leaned in and kissed him. He smiled and kissed back. Suddenly, she pulled away. Draco looked at her confused and dazed.
"No, no... no. Draco, w-we can't." she breathed, pushing back from him.
"What?" He asked, blinking in shock. "What the hell do you mean, we can't?"
"Just what I said. W-we can't."
"And why the bloody hell not?"
"B-because someone-someone found out."
There was a slight pause. In this moment, Hermione could see Draco's eyes turn colder. He spoke, his voice much colder and calmer than before.
"Who." he demanded softly.
"Well, I have no idea how she found out, a-and I'm not sure if she is t- telling the truth, but-" She trailed off. Draco turned her head with his hand.
"Tell me who." He said in the most calm voice Hermione had heard in a long time.
She closed her eyes, and whispered. "My mother. She sent a letter just this morning. I'm sorry I didn't talk to you sooner."
There was a moments pause, when Draco smiled and softly laughed.
"Very good." he mumbled, raising an eyebrow.
"What? What are you talking about? This is horrible!" Hermione protested, taking a few steps back from him, as if he were crazy.
Draco didn't move, still with that soft, almost earily sweet smile on his face.
"Hermione, does your mother go to school here?"
Hermione didn't move, she just stared at him. Where was he going with this?
"Well?"
She cleared her throat, and replied "No, of course not."
"There, you see. The answer. Someone at school must have found out. They are telling her. This is a simple problem to fix."
"What? How so?"
"Well, you can do one of two things. The first, find out who the acompliss is, and kill him."
"What!?! Are you crazy? Kill someone?"
"Or, you could take the easier route. Lie."
"...Lie?"
"Yes. You're mother never actually saw us, did she?"
"Well, no, but-"
"Then she has no proof agianst us. Deny anything and everything."
"What? Hold on a moment, Draco. Lie to my MOTHER?"
Malfoy looked at her and nodded.
"I-I can't lie to my MOTHER! S-she's my-my mother!"
"Meaning she will be easier to lie to. Mothers always belive their daughters."
"It doesn't matter! I can't and would never lie to my mother!"
Draco looked at her, his eyes wide.
"You have to. If you don't, we-we can't be together."
"I-I know that, Draco."
"You're willing to sacrifice me, and what we have, just because you won't lie to you mother?"
"Yes! I will never lie to her. Not for anything."
"Not even love?"
She pause. "No. Not even for love."
Draco just stared at her. His voice seemed to tremble as he next spoke.
"Hermione. You don't seem to be understanding this! This isn't just a little relationship! This is love! I love you!"
"And I love you!"
"Than lie!"
"I won't!"
Draco was now shaking, and his seemingly perfect hair was falling out of place. Hermione had to admit, she had never seen him-- so-so-what's a good word for it? So... un-powerful.
"H-Hermione," he whispered, almost begging her. His voice seemed to cut through her heart, and she felt three hot tears leak down her cheek. "Hermione. Think-think about US. Please... please, do it, do it for us." He begged. Hermione couldn't handle it. She leaned in, kissed his face, and ran down the hallway, crying.
Draco stood there for a long time. He didn't notice it when he started to walk down to the Slytherin Common room. As he collapsed onto a couch, he realized what had just happened. He stared across the room, not really seeing anything, not really feeling anything. Suddenly, he felt something on his cheek. He brought his hand up to it, and felt a small drop of water.
Tears.
Draco Malfoy hadn't cried since he was four years old. Only then he had because his father had beat him, for crying. It was then he had learned that crying was not allowed. Now, hot tears seemed to come from his eyes. He ran to his bed, threw open the curtains, and collapsed onto it, crying like he never had before in his life.
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Hermione Granger was always very controlling. She told people what to do, told them when to do it and how she wanted it done. She controlled every speck of her emotions, and could change from angry to calm in less than two seconds. But today, everything seemed to have stopped. All she could do was cry. She sat in her four-poster, her face red and wet, her voice horse and strained from yelling.
"DAMN YOU!! DAMN YOU DRACO!! GOD!! I HATE YOU! I hate you!! I-I-I h-h-hate y-y-you!!" She screamed into her pillow, not noticing how painful it was to talk. Her throat burned form screaming, but she didn't care. Damn Draco! He had to be evil, his father had to be bad! He HAD to be in Slytherin! He HAD to be Harry and Ron's enemy, he just HAD to be-well, DRACO!
Hermione cried louder with every thought, and finally drifted off to a fitful sleep.
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Draco got up and decided to take a walk. He would have rather stayed in bed, but all the other Slytherins kept asking him why his face was all red and wet.
"I fell during practice." He would simply say, trying to get to the exit. Finally, after at least thirty people questioning him, Draco stepped out into the cold hallways of the dungeons. He took a deep breath, and began to walk. He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going, and ended up in the main hallway. He looked up as a loud giggling filled his ears. A group of girls were standing by the wall opposite him. They were looking at a poster, and whispering to each other. Deciding he had nothing better to do, Draco walked over, hoping to get a glimpse of what the girls seemed so interested in. But the moment he got a good view, two of the girls rounded on him.
"Excuse me," one of them said, angrily, "Your Draco Malfoy, right?"
Draco nodded, not sure of who she was. But, now that he thought of it, she did look a bit familiar... He was brought out of his thoughts when he felt a hand come flashing across his face. She slapped him!
"What the bloody hell was that for?" he screamed, holding his cheek. The girl grinned, pleased with herself.
"For hurting Hermione, that's what!" The one next to her yelled. It was then that Draco recognized the two girls. They were Hermione's friends.
"Parvatie! Lavender!" He exclaimed, a bit shocked, a bit angry.
"Glad to know you recognized us. For a second there, we thought you had forgotten!" Lavender seethed from behind her best friend. "You are a little bastard!" she added.
Draco was about to reply rudely, but then it came to him. Hermione had obviously told them that he had dumped her. That would be so like her...
Parvatie spoke next, angrily. "Do you have any idea what you did to Hermione?"
Draco only turned his head, looking back to the way he had came. For some reason, them talking about Hermione seemed to make it about a hundred times worse. She didn't care... she just didn't care. She told her friends that he had dumped her... how could she?
"Well, I guess you don't! God, you little heartless bastard! How could you be so-so heartless? You deserve to be run over by a herd of Hippogriff's!! Hermione is in tears because of you, you brat! I don't know how anyone could hurt such a wonderful girl! I mean, she-"
"SHUT UP" Draco screamed. He had had it. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON!!!! I DIDN'T BREAK HERMIONE'S HEART, SHE BROKE MINE!!!! AND DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT?!? I LOVED HER! I STILL DO! *he turned to the empty hall and bellowed at it* DO YOU HEAR THAT WORLD? I AM IN LOVE WITH HERMIONE GRANGER! I AM IN LOVE WITH A GOD-DAMMNED MUDBLOOD!!! MOCK ME!!!! I LOVE HERMIONE GRANGER!!!"
The hallway echoed his message back to him, answering his insitance to "mock him".
The girls stared at him. Draco put one hand against the wall, and leaned on it, his face pointed towards the ground.
"That's right." He said, now practically whispering. "You herd me. I-I love Hermione. I love her. And she doesn't even care. She doesn't care..."
Parvatie looked completely shocked, and Lavender was on the verge of tears.
"Y-you love her? B-but then why did you break up with her?" Parvatie asked. The other girls in the group seemed to be completely moved by what Draco had said, and were all crying, or wipeing their eyes. Draco shook his head slowly, and spoke as if all his energy had been taken away.
"I didn't break up with her. She broke up with me."
Parvatie placed a hand on his shoulder, which made Draco flinch.
"Ma-Draco... look... I-we didn't know. And, we'd...er... do anything to help. Right girls?" Draco heard the nodding of heads, but didn't look.
"Right. Now, Mal-Draco. What happened, exactly?"
Draco sat down on the hard, stone, cold floor, and started to explain from the beginning.
At the end of the story, Lavender had completely broken down, and was sobbing into her robes, while all the other girls were wiping away tears. Parvatie seemed to be the only one who hadn't cried that night.
"Draco," she said, strongly, "I have the perfect plan. Karaoke."
It took a moment, but then Draco remembered. There was to be a Karaoke- dance-party that night. He had only decided not to go because he and Hermione were to go to the lake for the night...
The other girls suddenly seemed to have been filled with the giggles. They all mumbled things like "Perfect!" and "Wonderful idea, Parvatie!".
Draco nodded. Anything to get Hermione back. But what exactly WAS karaoke?
"Right. I have the perfect song and everything! It explains everything that is going on between you two right now. How Hermione seems to be too good and all that... it is a BIT upbeat, but Hermione wouldn't want a romantic song anyway." Her voice faltered a bit here, "And besides, if she still says no, you can always tell everyone that it was just for fun!"
Draco looked at her, but he didn't have time to ask what the song was. Parvatie was already taking him up the corridor to get him ready.
"Huh? Wait! What about Hermione? I doubt she will want to come out to see Karaoke!"
"Ah, just leave HER to us! All you have to do is get ready, learn the song, practice and look good!"
With that, the girls shoved him into a bathroom, and began to get him prepared.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
About half an hour later, Hermione awoke with a start. She looked up groggily to see two girls standing there, positively beaming.
"Hello Hermione! Ready?"
"Wha...?" she asked, completely confused. Her head felt as though a thousand bludgers had hit it all at once. It throbbed...
"I asked you if you were ready!"
"Ready for wha...?" she asked again, this time holding her head.
"The Karaoke! Dur!" Parvatie squealed. Hermione's head spun.
"Owe.. Sorry Parvatie, but I am not in the mood..." she mumbled, pulling the covers over her head.
Parvatie sighed. "Get UP!" she yelled, pointing her wand at her best friends bed. Hermione was flung out of it. She landed on her knees and hands, and turned red.
"PARVATIE PATIL!!! HOW DARE YOU!!! I AM NOT IN THE MOOD TO GO TO ANY KARAOKE PARTY!!! I HAVE A TERRIBLE HEADACHE and I want to... stay... in bed." She slowed down as she realized her headache was gone. As she looked down, she also realized that she was dressed in a beautiful blue dress and her hair was done up and curled. "How did you...?" she trailed off, staring at her clothes.
"Ah, oldest trick in the book. Now c'mon!" she smiled, grabbing her friends arm, Hermione obeyed, feeling slightly better about herself.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco stomped around in circles. Was he really about to do this? He looked down at himself. His nicest robes. He glanced out passed the curtain. People were starting to file in. God... Hermione was one of them...
**You are an idiot.** came a small voice from his head,
*I am not.* he replied, angrily, still searching for Parvatie or Lavender.
**Yes you are! Your going to go make a fool of yourself in front of the entire school, just for a stupid girl!**
*She is not stupid!!!* he yelled back in his mind.
**Yes she is! Draco, c'mon! Think of you HONOR! Your POWER! Your LIFE!!!!**
*Hermione IS my honor, my power, AND my life!* he thought, determinedly.
**What will your father say if he finds out? Excuse me, WHEN he finds out!!!**
*He can deal with it. He's a big boy.*
**He'll kill you, LITERALLY!**
*Hermione is worth my life. Now shut up, its starting!*
**Fine... your funeral.**
Draco sighed contently as he watched Lee Jordan walk onto the stage. He talked a few moments, than called the first singers, a group of second year girls. Draco groaned. He hope he wasn't the only guy here...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione nearly screamed when she got into the Great Hall. All the tables had been lined up the opposite way, to form a weak form of bleachers. Hermione took a seat next to Lavender, who was smiling at Harry. Parvatie sat behind her.
*Great, their surrounding me!* she thought to herself. Harry waved.
"Hey Hermione! I thought you wanted to sleep tonight?"
" I did! These girls brought me along." She nodded to the two surrounding her. Harry laughed.
"Ron decided to do a song! It aught'a be funny!" He laughed, but Hermione only nodded. What was Draco doing right now?
She didn't have time to think though, as Lee Jordan came out onto the stage. He talked for a few moments, than introduced a group of second year girls. Hermione sighed and put her head on her hand. This was gonna be a long night.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco was hyperventilating. There was no way he could do this... no way. Hermione would laugh... or someone would laugh, or he would choke. He had to get away... he had to go somewhere, anywhere! But before he could, someone pushed him onto the stage as Lee spoke clearly to the crowd:
"And finally, we have *cough* Draco Malfoy, singing 'Only The Good Die Young!' Give it up!"
Draco walked onto the stage to hoots of laughter from the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws. The Slytherins just stared in disbelief. He put the mike to his mouth, took a deep breath, and began to sing as the music played in the background.
"Come out Hermione, don't let me wait.
You catholic girls start much to late.
Ah, but sooner or later, it comes down to fate.
I might as well will be the one.
Well they showed you a statue,
Told you to pray,
built you a tower and locked you away.
Ah, but they never told you the price it would pay,
the things that you might have done.
Only the good die young!
That's what I said!!!
Only the good diiie young,
only the good die young!
You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd,
We know we're pretty, we know we're proud.
We might be laughing a bit too loud,
Ah but that never hurt no one!
So come on Hermione!
Show me a sign! Send up a signal, I throw you the line!
That stain-glass curtain your hiding behind, It never lets in the sun.
Darling only the good die young!
Wo wo wo wo wo!!
I tell ya only the good diiie young!
Only the good die young!
Ya got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation!
You got a brand new soul, and a cross of gold!
But Herms, they didn't give you quite enough information!
You didn't count on me, When you were counting on your rosary! Oh oh oh!
They say there's a heaven for those who will wait!
Some say its better, but I say it ain't!
I'd rather laugh with the sinners that cry with the saints,
The sinners are much more fun!
You know that only the good die young!
Oh wo babay!
I tell ya, only the good die young!
Only the good die young!
Said your mother told me all that I could give you was a reputation!
Oh, she never cared for me!
Did she ever say a prayer for me? Oh Oh Oh!
Come out, come out, come out, Mione don't let me wait!
You catholic girls start much to late!
Sooner or later it comes down to fate,
I might as well will be one one!
You know that only the good die young!
Tell ya babay!
You know that only the good diiie young!
Only the good die young!
Only the goooooooooood, only the good die young!!
Who who whoooooooo who whooo who who whooo who whooooooo!!!!
Who who whoooooooo who whooo who who whooo who whooooooo!!!!"
Draco stopped singing the second the music stopped. The Great Hall was quiet. No one moved. The only sound heard was Hermione, who seemed to be hyperventilating. Draco felt, for the first time in his life, really embarrassed. All the other times he was insulted by Potty or Weasle, those were NOTHING compared to this. That little voice peeped up from his head.
**Ha! Oh, you have no idea how funny you look, Dracy-pie! Hahah! This is too hilarious! Someone get a camera!**
*S-shut up.* he said, and ignored what the little voice had to say after that. He began to walk off the stage, when a girl called out his name.
"Wait! Wait! Draco!" She called. Draco turned around to see Hermione practiacally tripping up the stairs to get onto the stage. Partly because she was eager to see him, the other part because she was wearing high- heels.
"What are you wearing?" He asked, looking at her feet. She smiled a bit.
"Parvatie. She's great, isn't she?" Draco smiled. Suddenly, Hermione's face became serious.
"Draco. I-I'm sorry. I never should have done that, I was stupid. I-I mean, lying to my mom? How easy! I just noticed that I must have done it a billion times before, but I never noticed that I had until now. I-I'm sorry."
"No." Draco said, smiling. "No, It's my fault. I shouldn't have told you to lie. That was mean, and rude. No way would I make a good impression on your mother if she found out I had ASKED you to lie to her."
Hermione smiled, but still stood a bit away from him.
"You know, we must sound like idiots." Hermione said, smiling, and gesturing to the crowd. She had never felt so at ease in front of such a huge amount of people before, "I mean, so cliché, huh? 'I'm sorry, dear, my fault!' than 'No, no, honey, its all my fault!' What, are we gonna do next, kiss or something?\"
"My thoughts exactly." Draco said, pulling her into a tight embrace. Hermione melted into his arms as he kissed her with all the passion and love he possessed. They broke apart for a moment, in which Hermione smiled and said weakly:
"Yes, well, I've always loved clichés!"
Draco grinned and kissed her again. For the moment, the two forgot about everything. Their parent's wraths, the crowd, even that they were indeed in the world. They were lost in each other's arms.
And that is how they wanted it to stay.
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Well? What do you think? I MIGHT add a chapter, if people ask me to. And I will probably go back and make some changes to this, once I find some. SO PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP? REVIEW!!
