Okay, so sorry for the long wait for the update, but I've been busy, not. Sorry. I guess I kind of forgot about it for awhile. And I'll understand if no one reviews, I mean I did after all leave a cliffhanger. We left fred, Ron, Harry and Ginny just woken up Draco, who screamed and then stopped when he saw who he was talking too…and then…
And then he began to struggle, which Fred quickly
disengaged, by lifting him off the bed and into the air, dangling him
by his collar, or Harry's collar, as he was wearing Harry's robes
after all.
"What kind of sick game are you playing at?" Ginny
asked disgustedly. Harry was holding her back as she was trying to
run forward and beat the living bleep out of Malfoy. He looked down
at her, as tears of frustration and loss of control welled in his
eyes, and he remembered a time in his childhood when he'd felt the
same, but we won't go into that.
Ron walked over to the door and
shut it, while Fred lowered Draco into a chair and proceeded to bind
him there with ropes which shot out of his wand. He bent down and
tugged on Draco's skin, "just to make sure it was really him".
Harry loosened his grip on Ginny and before he could stop her she
had darted forward and tipped the contents of a small bottle into
Draco's mouth, which he's stupidly left hanging slightly open. He
choked a bit, and coughed. Fred looked questioningly at Ginny.
"What
was that?" He asked.
"that veristerum thingy, truth serum."
She answered and wasn't expecting the praising look Fred gave her.
Harry looked at her horrified, as did Ron, though not as horrifyingly
as Harry was.
"Where'd you get that from?" He
screeched.
"professor Snape. I stole it. It was after all just
hanging out of his robe pocket, and he was going to use it soon. Most
likely on you, Harry." Ron laughed a tad bit and they turned to
face Malfoy who was gagging and spitting onto the floor. Fred leaned
towards him.
"It won't help, you know. It goes straight into
your bloodstream I believe." Draco looked up, his eyes a picture of
worry and horror( yes, horror, more horror repetition).
"So,
what were you doing?"
"Impersonating Hermione."
"Well,
duh. But why, what was the point of the project?"
"To break up
all her friendships, and destroy her self-esteem."
"Why, so
you could become the know-it-all?" Ginny asked, contempt blaring
out of her eyes. (Not literally of course, metaphorically)
Draco
struggled with himself. His face reddened.
"No," He gasped.
"Because she hurt me, and I wanted to hurt her back."
"What!"
Harry was enraged. "You've hurt her ever since you got here,
don't you think she might just have been getting you back for all
those filthy names and insults you call her."
"She was getting
me back, I realised that one already, Potter." Draco seemed to be
struggling with himself.
"Why then? Why hurt her again, of you
didn't like it. Is it just because you hate her so much?" Ron
asked, puzzled.
"But I don't HATE her." Draco cried. And he
managed to loose one hand and clamp it over his mouth. Fred jumped
forward and pulled the hand away, tying it back in place.
"You
don't hate her, huh? How do you feel towards Hermione?" Fred knew
what was coming, he could see it in the tortured eyes, and he was
beginning to feel slightly guilty, and pity for the pathetic boy tied
to the chair in front of him. So he wished Ginny hadn't asked the
question she had. Draco's face contorted in pain as he tried to
hold back the answer. Tears streamed down his face, which was slowly
turning red as he was holding his breath. Fred began to release the
ties, when Draco spoke.
"I love her." He said simply and his
face returned to normal. Everyone was speechless, except for Fred,
who grimaced at how far the situation had gone.
"How could you
think she'd ever love you back, especially if you were hurting
her?" Harry questioned, and Fred opened his mouth to stop the
questions.
"She kissed me." Draco stated, and ran out of the
room, holding his mouth. Everyone was once again speechless, though
Ron burst into tears and clung onto the side of the bed as he slipped
down it and leant his face on it. Everyone else stood
around.
Draco
he sprinted out of the Gryffindor common
room, still wearing Harry's robes, their Gryffindor colours flashed
in his face as he ran down the corridor. One hand clamped over his
face. Hermione, he was thinking. Hermione, and tears were still
streaming down his cheeks, and his heart was burning and he was
ashamed of his actions. He struggled to breath, though it felt as
though his stomach was being eaten by acid bugs or something (a side
effect of the serum). Professor Snape exited the room before him, and
was nearly bowled over. He straightened up and surveyed Draco
standing shamefaced before him.
"Dry your eyes, boy. Do you
know just how disgusting you are?" He wasn't prepared for Draco's
immediate reaction.
"Yes sir, I know. I'm a filthy,
disgusting, horrible thing, worse even then a putrid mudblood." And
he was running again, searching for some place to wait until the
serum wore off. His thoughts on Hermione and safety and his heart was
breaking. He finally found a room, one which literally sprang from
nowhere and he realised as being where the DA had had their meetings.
Inside, however, was different. It resembled a bedroom, though seemed
more cosy than Draco's had ever been. Silken sheets, and a doona
and pillows, with a great big polar bear toy that Draco literally
through himself on and cried into, curling into a tight ball and
screaming at nothing and everything, tearing at his face and
scratching at his arms, itching and screaming as the acid bug feeling
got worse and his heart broke(not literally). And Draco remained in
the room, trying to gather himself together, but seeming to fail
miserably and just to lie crying on the bed, his knees drawn to his
chin and pretty soon he was sleeping as peacefully as a kettle does
when its boiling. (in other words he tossed and turned a whole
lot).
Next chapter should be up soon, as its exam time, and I'm getting sick of studying and like Draco just want to curl up and cry myself to sleep. Okay, enough with the sob stories. Next chapter includes Ron and Hermione and Harry and Ginny and Fred and George, etc, etc, etc…
Chapter Six
Okay, seeing as exams are over and everything, thought I ought to continue with my story, seeing as there really no more excuses I can use.
A/N: just a refresh, we left Draco sleeping fitfully and the other four, Ron, Harry, Ginny, and Fred in the dormitory. We'll start there…from where we left. Thanks for all the reviews coughMaireadcough
Fred glanced at Harry and Ginny, and then
they all looked again at Ron's shaking body, shaking with his
tears. Harry and Ginny started to edge out.
"I'll talk to
him." Fred mouthed, and as they left he went to Ron and hoisted him
up.
"Ron? Ron, you know, you're acting really out of
character. You gonna be okay?" (well he is ooc.) Ron looked at the
floor, and wiped at his eyes.
"I don't know." He said. Fred
didn't know whether to laugh or not. He was confused, the last time
Ron had cried, was the following nights after George and he had
turned his teddy into a spider. He'd cried in his sleep, and that
was also the last time Fred had heard Ron screamed. He then obviously
had no idea what to do, because what can you do when someone you
know, or think you know really well, changes and confuses you and
makes you keep on guessing and unsure of even yourself. Fred acted on
impulse, and hugged Ron, patting him rather awkwardly on the
back.
"What are you doing?" Ron asked, his tears stopping
rather quickly.
"I'm hugging you, I think." Fred said,
releasing his brother and looking at him quizzically.
"You've
never hugged me before." Ron stated, seeming amazed and also in a
same state of confusion as Fred was.
"Well, don't read too
much into it. It's a one off thing. Let's go get Hermione."
Fred rushed out, stepping towards the door and pulling it open,
revealing Harry and Ginny, who had jumped from the door, where they'd
had their ears pressed against it, listening. Ginny gaped at Fred,
and Harry gaped at Fred. Then Ginny leaped on him, hugging him
fiercely. Fred jumped a bit startled, and tried to pry Ginny off
him.
"You so are a softie." Ginny exclaimed.
"I'll hex
you." Fred warned, and Ginny finally let go. Ron let out a chuckle,
as Harry was reprimanding.
"You guys don't ever hug?" He
asked amazedly.
'Of course we do, our mum hugs us, I hug Ginny,
well, almost everyone hugs Ginny, no one really trusts the twins not
to prank them, that I guess we're kind of afraid to hug them."
Ron explained.
"Oh" Harry said, and nodded his head
understandably, though he hadn't really been listening, he'd been
watching Ginny.
"We'll clean the dorm." He said, as Fred
and Ron headed off to get Hermione back to school before one of the
teachers realised that she wasn't even at the school.
On the
trip back to Hogsmeade, Ron was bombarded with questions and
interrogation by Fred, really silly questions really.
"So Ron,
why exactly were you crying?" was one of Fred's more intelligible
questions and actually also one of his last.
Ron couldn't see
anyway he could back out of this question,(as he is after all rather
thick sometimes).
"I just…you know, I couldn't stand to
think of Hermione kissing that disgusting foul boy."
"Why did
it bother you more than Harry or Ginny then?"
"Well. I guess
because, I think, it's because, I'm not sure, but I think I love
her."
"Everyone loves Hermione." Fred said, confused, though
his eyes twinkled, finally he was going to get a confession out of
Ron.
"No. Fred, it's different. I'm in love with her. As in
I like her so much, I'd die for her. As in, I love her, as in, my
heart bleeds for her, and it hurts me when she hurts and stuff. Do
you get it?"
Fred let out a chuckle, "I know Ron, I know you
like her. It's not as if it hasn't been obvious for the last few
hundred years." And he laughed again, leaving Ron more confused
than before, and feeling slightly as if he'd been played.
They
apparated to the Weasley wizard wheezes, and headed upstairs where
they found Hermione where they'd left her, though she was asleep
now, coughing every now and then and dry retching in her sleep.
George was sitting on the other couch, watching Comedy Inc on the TV
and laughing as loudly as was usual. Ron plonked himself down next to
Hermione, carefully replacing the towels back on him, just in case
she had anymore vomit in her.
He gently shook her by the
shoulders, as Fred sat next to George and laughed.
"Hermione?"
Ron asked.
"Ron?" She mumbled, and turned towards him, sighing
and then seeming to fall straight back into her deep slumber. Ron
turned to look at Fred and George, who looked back at him amused.
"Looks like you'll have to carry her." George said, "She
wore herself out vomiting everywhere." And he shot Fred a dirty
look, at which Fred retorted that he really was sorry, and how many
more times did he have to say it. Ron looked at them imploringly, but
they only shrugged and turned back to the TV. Ron sighed
exasperatedly, and lifted Hermione into his arms, leaving the towels
around her and her blanket on, etc. She woke up enough to blink
owlishly at him and loop her arms around his neck, resting her head
against his chest. Ron straightened up, and looked to his brothers.
"Please, can one of you apparate me to the passageway?" Fred
looked at George, who looked at Fred, and gave him an imploring look
to say that it was pretty much his fault. Fred sighed.
"I'll
do it," He said, and came over to Ron, grabbed his arm and
apparated him to the passageway.
"Thanks." Ron said, and Fred
flashed him a sly grin before apparating back, with his words of
wisdom "good luck mate."
Ron grimaced slightly and held
tightly onto Hermione's body, which was actually more frail than
he'd imagined the strong and outspoken girl's body to be, as he
descended the stairs into the passageway and walked along it,
stumbling in the dark, as his wand was in his pocket, and he had no
way of getting it without waking Hermione.
again, sorry for the long wait. more will be coming once i sit down and write more, this afternoon, or tonight or something, expect an update in just a few days. sorry again for the wait.
