So people wanted a continuation. So here you are.
But one tiny little glitch.
There are two stories I made, and can't quite figure out which one to use. So I am giving you the opportunity to tell me which ones better.
One's humorous and the others serious.
So without any further complaints, enjoy both!
First story
Hermione was confused. She was terribly confused, and didn't know what to say. Draco had been ignoring her after a few days of being in the Room of Requirement, and she was getting curious.
Wasn't this what the cure was? Or was he playing her just like Ron did? Hell, she didn't know. So being very nosy, one day she followed him down to the Astronomy Tower, needing to figure it out.
As she kid behind a tapestry not far from where he was, she saw he was leaning over the railing. She heard him sniffle and surveyed his eyes as they looked to the skies. He spoke quietly.
'Mum… I'm scared.'
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"Mum… I'm scared," Draco whispered to the skies. His mother had been killed a few months back, and his father gave him the death mark. He was sent to Azkaban after that.
"I know that you probably can't hear me, but I don't want to leave her yet. I only have three months!" and a strangled sob seemed to fly from his throat, and he felt tears fall down his cheeks.
"I know I love her mum. She is everything to me, and I was thinking of telling her about the mark. That... you know…. that there isn't a cure."
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'You know… that there isn't a cure.'
Hermione felt her heart break into pieces. He loved her. But there wasn't a cure? Not even a potion to help with it?
She kept listening.
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"I never will know if she feels the same way, but at least she's giving me the time of day. I know her from the thickest skin to her insides, that she is only doing it for sympathy. That's Hermione Granger for you..." he let out a simple chuckle, and his façade was put on again.
"I was thinking of telling her later tomorrow, and then we shall see whatever she does; how her reaction will take place. And if she doesn't see me in that kind of light, then so be it. I will still die anyway." He trailed off, looking down at his sleeveless wrist.
"All I want to know is if she loves me."
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He was breaking her heart. Every word he was saying, even if to the skies, was out loud for anyone to eavesdrop on. Unfortunately, Hermione got the WHOLE thing.
She didn't want to waste time, so instantly stepping out of the shadows, she cleared her throat and winced as he turned with tears on his cheeks.
"Gr-Her-Hermione? What are you doing here?" he asked, and she took a deep breath.
"So… no cure huh?"
As she said that, his face crumbled, and a sob escaped his lips, leaning onto her for support. Letting a few minutes pass by, she lifted up his face from her shoulder, looking into his red and puffy eyes.
"You love me." She whispered, and he nodded, too tired to say anything. And a short smile lifted on her lips.
"Don't worry. I won't leave you." And she enveloped him into a hug.
She didn't say she loved him. Of course she didn't! You can't go from being enemies to friends to lovers in that short of time. But if someone wanted something for the world, she would gladly give it to that person.
And Draco wanted her. And she let him have her. For the time he had left.
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Second Story
Many nights passed by after that night, but Hermione had been researching for Draco's death mark.
She couldn't quite put her finger on it on what it was. She searched almost the whole part of the library looking for the remedy of getting rid of the blue-ish inking on his forearm, to no avail.
So one night, Hermione decided it was best to ask him what the hell it was exactly. It wasn't a death mark, since she saw no signs of death coming his way. No head trauma or running out during lunch or supper time. (Though, she hardly saw him when she went down for breakfast and that made her suspicious.)
Walking down to the Slytherin Common room, she saw two boys who had seemed that they were fighting.
Well, only one way to stop this…
She cast a spell in between the boys, in which she found one of them holding a hooded figure in its limp arms.
"Just WHAT do you think you are doing?" Hermione demanded, looking in between the red blushing boys. They seemed not too older than her, but they were quite short for how old they were.
Both looked to be from Ravenclaw, taking a boy by the arms that had the badge of a… Slytherin?!
"Did you hurt…him?" she was flabbergasted. Did they punch him down until he was sore and bleeding?
The two boys looked at each to her, and explained quietly. "W-we found him on the f-floor down by the G-Great Hall, and we d-decided to take him to his C-Common Room." They stuttered, their faces turning a violent shade of red.
Hermione rolled her eyes, walking to the two scared older guys, "Let me take him. I have to see someone anyway." She said, taking him by the scruff of his arms, and finally, they scuffled away, leaving the passed-out boy and Hermione alone.
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Bloody Slytherins…. She murmured in her mind multiple times, and her anxiety kicked in. What if he wasn't breathing and she didn't know? She hadn't even checked yet!
Setting him down to the floor, and letting his hands hit it with a resounding thud, she unraveled the hood from over his bruised head, and gasped as she moved away quickly, almost gagging at the sight.
There, lying on the floor was a bloody and bruised Draco Malfoy. One eye shut tight, his face and lower lip, battered and bitten with dry blood. He looked dead.
Hermione held back her incessant gags, and got closer, taking a nice look at the mark. As she observed, the mark seemed to disappear into his skin, dissolving until the skin around it left a small but not very visible scar.
And that was it. Nothing else happened. He kept breathing just fine.
"Dear God, what the hell did you do…?" Hermione whispered to the unconscious Draco. She ran her finger over the scar, not feeling anything there. Absolutely nothing.
Feeling at peace, she sat up, picked up her wand, and levitated him until the Slytherin Common Room came into view.
Gently and quietly, she knocked on the door, and the portrait woke.
"Wauh! Wazz…" the woman saw Hermione, and instantly the portrait gave her a haughty glare.
"What do you want? A bit of a rendezvous? This late at night? Just to remind you, mudbloods aren't supposed to associate with Slytherins."
Hermione simply rolled her eyes and ignored the comment. Moving over, and clearing her voice to make a nasty remark go away, she was getting to ready to explain what had happened, and the portrait suddenly gasped.
"T-That's the Malfoy heir! W-wha-"
"Madam, I found him on a certain hallway while two boys were making their way up here to help him. I told them, as prefect, to run off, and I would take care of it."
Hermione got angry as the portrait only scoffed at her, and gave her a roll of the eyes.
"Madam, I must insist on you listening to me. It's a good thing I actually did something and helped him out, or else, your duties for the night would be suspended, am I correct?"
The portrait gaped, but Hermione kept going.
"On top of that, I still would have found him nonetheless on the ground later in the morning, and would have reported you instantly to the Headmaster about letting others out after hours, and not taking complete respect for your job! Now let us in, so I can help him up!" Hermione almost yelled at the end, but the portrait had lifted a hand, and raised a single finger to her lips.
"Fine! Fine! I'll let you in, but I don't want to hear any sort of… complaints about my job, understood! Everyone's asleep; I am hoping you can be as quiet as possible with that loud mouth of yours."
With that, the portrait opened, and Hermione walked through, a levitating Malfoy behind her.
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"Malfoy! Malfoy!" Hermione whisper-yelled, tapping his shoulder, trying to get a way to wake him up. Though, he didn't budge.
She had laid him down onto the couch and repeatedly tried to wake him to get him into bed, but to no avail…again.
Hermione was getting impatient, and finally shoved his shoulder roughly, getting a grunting sound from Draco's lips. She lifted her lips into a smile, and shoved him hard, making him groan, and lift his hand to shoo whoever was there away, when Hermione caught his arm, and his hand twitched.
"No Pans…not now. Bet's offffff….." he mumbled, trying to get his hand out of her grasp.
This made Hermione angry. So the whole 'death mark' was a fake! What the hell kind of trickery is this? So plotting revenge, she decided to gently take her other hand, and run it through his hair, and yanking on it.
He made a groan, and he mumbled again. "St-top Pans… you know that makes me…" with that, he screeched. And woke up.
Hermione lifted her hands, and set them into her lap. Mission accomplished.
Draco was in pain. His side was a bit sore, but for nothing could only open one eye, which did absolutely fucking nothing. He couldn't remember much but getting beat by two older boys earlier that day, but that was it. But when he saw Hermione, all those past events evaporated into the air and his face turned from a red one to a pale as he saw her very pissed off face.
Shit.
And so Draco gets a bit of karma, but also a few galleons for his bet being done.
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PICK!
-Kyra
