Never Look Back
A/N: Sorry everyone for the long wait on this chapter! But anyways here it is…enjoy and send reviews please! I love to hear everyone's feedback!
Last Chapter: Lost Souls
"I can't thank you enough for all you have done for me." She said pulling herself away from him. He left his arm around her waist and she didn't protest against it. He started to think that maybe she trusted him enough now to let him be close to her. His face leaned towards hers then and she knew what he was going to do. Her eyes closed as his lips reached hers, taking her own lips into a deep passionate kiss that would last through out the night.
Chapter Three: Angel in Her View
Her shoes clicked the ground as she walked slowly and swiftly carrying her gift close to her chest. She didn't want it to get ruined in the rain. She had spent so much time making it. Maybe he wouldn't like it as much as she hoped he would…after all he was such an indecisive person… She ran as the rain grew heavily as the sun began to settle down into the hills around her. She had run so far and so long… it seemed as if she had done it forever. Finally she approached the door knocking; happily gazing at the flowers blooming on the side of the door. After a few minutes no one answered so she sat down on the steps staring down at the present wrapped perfectly in its little bag. As it grew dark she decided that maybe he wasn't coming back tonight like she had thought. Though the house was humongous she figured that someone would eventually step outside or notice her sitting there quietly. Before she left for good; she knocked one last time watching the door slowly, opening to a terrible scene that would fall in with every other memory that she had for as long as she lived.
His body was laid across the ground; his legs sprawled in every direction. She knew then that he was dead…too many broken bones; so much blood. She couldn't understand it. Why hadn't she noticed the door was open before or was it that she didn't hear what was going on around her at the time? So lost in her thoughts her tears came finally bringing her back to reality. She sat next to his side; laying her head across his chest, looking for that pulse. Searching for that pulse, hoping it would be there. That he wouldn't just leave her like that. At least not without saying something… Did he know it was coming? She wanted him to be here. He promised her that nothing would ever happen again…and now here he was on the floor swimming in his own blood…It was too much at one time. Their meeting had been so surreal. It was hard to believe that a mudblood had finally gotten something of truth out of a cold hard death eater. " Death Eater? Where had that come from?" Her thoughts ran through her mind; giving her an answer as she saw the lower part of his left arm. "The Dark Mark…" She grasped out loud. She rose quickly then from his side running towards the door. But once she got there it shot open reveling another Death Eater on the other side. The father of Draco Malfoy… She looked to the side quickly, looking for a way out. Several other Death Eaters began to fill the room until she had no where to run; no where to go.
"Did you think it was that easy? That easy to become friends with one of your enemies just like that? Sure he cares for you, but did he ever get to the part of mentioning he was a Death Eater? I don't think he did. Too bad he can't now. It's such a shame." Draco's father said circling Hermione in a haunting manner. Her fingers touched the wet tears flowing down her face, wiping them away.
"How does that make you feel? Do you still think you would have been more than friends…perhaps lovers? He was a Death Eater. Just remember that." He said touching her arm as he spoke the words Death Eater and then leaving just as quickly as he came. Her skin became to burn from the touch till her arm felt as if it wasn't there anymore. The cracking bones behind her startled her making her afraid to walk out the door. Maybe something was there…just preparing to attack her.
'Hermione…' The voice past through her mind making her look around though never seeing him get come back to life from the floor. He was dead… and that was it.
'Hermione…wake up.' What was this voice that was haunting her? It seemed so familiar yet it was as if she hadn't heard it in a long time.
"Hermione wake up! Please wake up!" Draco said yelling at her. He woke from his sleepless slumber as she had begun to toss and turn in his arms while tears fell down her cheeks. He watched as another fell taking his thumb to remove it from her face. He held her close then; wrapping his arms around her. He sat against the wall with her wrapped up in his arms staring at the ceiling. He wasn't sure if she would ever wake up from that nightmare. But before he could second guess that thought she shot up from his arms so quickly that she ended falling off of the bed and onto the floor. She stared at the floor unaware that Draco was there.
"Are you alright? You seemed to be having a pretty bad dream." He said holding out a hand for her to grasp. She looked up frightened and then her face turned to amazement as she realized that he was alive. She reached for his hand dragging him onto the floor with her as she began to hug him so tightly the air in his lungs was slowly disappearing.
"Didn't think you would miss me that much while sleeping." He said in a cocky manner. She let go of him then laughing at his remark. She then noticed that she was in his pajamas again and she settled a little trying to get the images from her dream pass through her mind.
"It was an awful dream." She said smiling up at him hoping that he wouldn't ask her what it was about for she didn't really want to tell him.
"What was it about?" She couldn't make up a story to put in place of the real dream after that. That dream had left her mind so jumbled that she couldn't really remember where she was at the moment.
"I made a present for you and brought it to your house. I sat there waiting for you until I went inside and found you dead on the floor, but then I saw the dark mark on your arm. Once I saw that your father came in." His face fell. His father knew he was with her. He had cast a spell on her so that he would be able to reach her; to make her hate him so he would come back home for good. But the Dark Mark… what was he to tell her about that? It was true. The Dark Mark did lie across the smooth skin of his lower left arm.
"But the worst part of it all was that you had broken your promise. You not being there anymore gave way for things to happen to me." She said a tear slowly falling down her cheek. He decided to show her then. Tell her that only some of what happened in that dream was an actual dream.
"Hermione…I have to show you something." He said looking toward the ground; his eyes slowly rose to hers' before he saw the look of fear in her eyes. "But before I show you, promise me that you won't let this affect what you think of me. You haven't heard the whole story and I want you to hear it when you're ready. " He walked over to a wall next to the TV, leaning against it as he began to roll up his sleeve, placing his arm in the air in front of her. She rose from the floor looking down at what she had never wanted to see on his arm or anyone's for that matter. She looked at him tears filling her eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me? How could you not tell me! I know I don't know what happened to you but really I don't know anything about you. You could have at least told me that though." Her voice fell into the background. She had lost her nerve too quickly to confront him about such a matter.
"Please just let me tell you. Let me tell you everything Hermione. Don't run off on me please. That's that last thing I want, need you to do." He pulled down his sleeve trying to grab her arm before she ran off in the opposite direction. Surprised by her reaction he sat down on her bed relentlessly. As she sat beside him he began to tell her everything that had happened that day and what had happened the years before him and his family. And finally he told her of what he really thought of her; of how he thought that she was truly beautiful and knew that she had needed someone to be there for her. That was something that Harry and Ron had missed since they had become her friend.
"How could you know I needed someone? How could you when no one else noticed it? I was so sure that no one noticed…and yet you still did?" She said looking deeply into his eyes searching for that answer.
"I knew because I saw it in your eyes and if you hadn't noticed I know the feeling all too well…" He placed his hand on the side of her face bringing her closer to him. She moved over as he had hoped her to, but he knew why she was unwilling to.
"Hermione I will never hurt you. Please believe me. I could never do that. I know what you've been through and I know how much it hurts to just have to live everyday through the same old same old that the world brings us. And I will never break that promise. I'll never die without fighting my way back to you." He said holding her face firmly making sure she didn't look away from his eyes.
The door blew open then and Draco's father stepped in; a grin rising across his face. "Well, well, well…look what we have here. Seems my spell didn't scare you enough did it mudblood? You're still with him. I guess I'll have to try harder this time." He aimed his wand at Draco then. She watched as he raised his wand also blocking the spell from hitting him.
"Run Hermione! Just run! I'll find you! I promise!" After hearing those words she sped out the back door running into the fields of a nearby farm. She watched the sparks that flew from each wand for the window of the motel room. She hoped he would be ok. She didn't want anything to happen to him. For some reason a new feeling had begun to rise within her; this feeling that she had never really felt before for anyone. She knew then why she had this feeling within her. It was for the love that was beginning to grow within her heart for him.
She watched the window for several minutes before the sparks finally stopped. She watched the back door open though she was unable to see who it was that stepped out of the door. She saw him then, running through the fields toward her. She stood up then smiling joyfully to find him unharmed, but a strange look came across his face before he reached her and he stopped dead in his tracks. An arm came around her neck, choking her until she didn't see anything but black; only getting glimpses of what Draco was saying toward the person behind her.
The next morning she woke up in a place she didn't remember. Then she realized she was lying on a bench inside an old abandoned church. The stained glass windows sent rainbows of colors in front of her eyes. Draco rose from his seat beside her. He had been waiting patiently for her to awake. There was still blood on his face from the fight he had gotten into last night. He smiled at her, kissing her forehead and whispered the words in her ear that she thought she would I never wanted to hear from the like's of him in the past, but now she wanted to hear those words more than ever.
"I love you Hermione Granger." And at that moment with the light from the stained glass window shining upon his face she knew that he was indeed the only angel in her view.