Disclaimer: I own nothing
AN: this story was inspired by my friend's poem about Draco.
What if everyone had evil in them
And I sent of good to disguise?
What if evil accepted the good,
Or the two melted in one?
What if good consumed all danger?
What if Draco Malfoy was an angel?
By Shanna
AN: and for all you readers, I don't hate Draco. But he has to suffer. But for only a few more chapters. ____________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________
Chapter 4.
She took a seat. She didn't sit next to me. I could see that she was uncomfortable. So was I. but I hid it better.
I looked at her. Real close. Her face was plain. There were no emotions. No. I'm wrong. There were emotions. Too many of then to understand. A confused angel.
'What are you thinking of?'
Suddenly I see her face expression change. I see terrible torture. It is killing me. Can't I help her?
'It happened this summer. My parents broke up. There was a huge fight. They involved me. My dad didn't want me to study magic. But my mom did. So I got to came back. But my life was hell. My mom started to drink. I was a mess. When I got back to school I hoped that Harry and Ron would support me. But they didn't. they didn't pay attention to me. I told them that they never spend time with me anymore. That they were so busy all the time. And we had a huge fight. We haven't talked since.'
Her eyes were becoming red. Tears poured into her eyes. Silently she started to cry. She was so helpless. My angel. I had to comfort her. I stood up. She looked at me confusedly. She thought I was going to leave. No, how could she think such a thing. I couldn't leave her there - helplessly. I couldn't leave my angel.
I sat next to her. She startled a bit. I cautiously put my arm around her. She is tense. But she relaxes. She trusts me. She leans to me.
'I'm so sorry, Hermione. I didn't know. '
Her crying becomes audiable. She cries. She pours her hart out. I know that it helps. She starts so silence.
I can't believe it. She is here. With me. In my arms. She chose to be here. With me. My angel. I don't deserve to comfort her. Who am I to protect her against the horrors of the world? Who am I to her?
She is nearly quiet now. I know what I must do.
I tell her. I tell her everything. All the things I have hidden from everybody. Hidden too long. But she is my angel. And she deserves to know.
I feel a lot better. Something clicked inside of me. Someone knows. Someone understands.
She gasps for air when I finished. She looks up.
'Oh Draco. I had no idea.'
I hold her tighter. She puts her head on my shoulder. She feels safe. I feel safe.
I know that this is wrong. We are not supposed to be. But how can something so wrong feel so right?
I don't know how long we sat there. It could have been minutes. It could have been hours. But it felt like centuries.
Someone knocked on the door.
'Who the hell is there? You have been there for half an hour!'
Damn. I completely forgot where we were. No wonder. I was with her. You forget a lot of things when you are with an angel.
We both jumped up and looked at each other. What the hell are we going to do?
I could see that she was thinking the exact same thing.
'I'll go out and create a diversion. You hurry up and leave.'
I was surprised that she had such a quick mind. Stupid Draco, remember who she is. Hermione has a quick mind. She had always had a quick mind.
I wanted to say something. But my mind didn't work. I couldn't form a word. So I just nodded.
She quickly wiped her tears and took a beep breath.
She stepped out the door. I heard her talking to someone. A boy. I felt a twinge of jealousy. The voices drifted away. Everything became quiet. Oh, how quiet. but inside I was screaming. I had felt a small ray of happiness. For a moment. A moment I spent with her. And she had to go. Once again she slipped from my arms. I hate this world. I hate myself for letting this happen.
I had better leave before anyone sees me. I walk slowly. I walk quietly. Back to the dungeons.
The dungeons are cold. And empty. And hollow. I too feel hollow inside. There is a hole inside my soul. Something can fill it. She can fill it. My angel can fill it. She was there. She took the place for a moment. And someone took her away. Once again I lost my angel.
Although I didn't really have her. I still lost her. I lose her again and again. Will I ever really have her? I hope not.. because I couldn't lose her. I could not lose her for good. because if I lost her, I would lose myself.
*
The next few days were torturing. I felt like someone was killing me. Killing me slowly. I couldn't help her. I couldn't tell her that I support her.
She was even quieter than usual. And paler. She was nearly as pale as I was. I was seriously worried about her.
I tried to find a chance to talk to her. But after every lesson she disappeared. And she was not seen until the next lesson. Perhaps she is in the library? It is after all her favourite place. I must go and see. Maybe I'll meet my angel. I must try.
The library seemed to be empty. I went towards the darkest corner. someone was there. The library was dead silent. She was silent.
'Hermione, are you all right?'
She looked at me. Her skin was white. As a white rose. It was so unnatural. It was so beautiful. It glowed in the dark. It looked as if some sort of angelic glow surrounded her. It was too beautiful to be true. But yet it was. And it was in front of me. That beauty. She was in front of me.
'No. I am not all right.'
I thought she was going to cry. But she didn't. she just looked at me. It hurt. Looking at her hurt my eyes. I was never meant to see this. I was never meant to see her like this.
'Can I help?'
'Draco, you cannot help me. No one can help me.'
I felt so sorry for her. She was hurting. She was hurting just as bad as I was. I had to help her.
She had stood up while she was talking. I had to do something. I stepped closer to her. I wanted to say something. I opened my eyes to say something. But she stopped me. She put her finger on my lips.
'Just hold me.'
I pulled her into a hug. She was tense for a moment. Then she relaxed. I sat to an armchair. I pulled her into my lap. She curled up like a child. She felt safe. So did I.
She was there. In my lap. Like an angel. An angel who has lost her wings. An angel who was never meant for this world. She is too good for the world. She is too good for me.
Someone walked out of the library.
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AN: Sorry, that it took so much time to get this up. I had a problem with my internet connection. Well, the problem was that there wasn't any. But now everything should be all right. I hope so.
And I hope to get the next chapter ready ASAP, because there'll be some very important events.. I'm so evil. I like to keep you waiting..
What if everyone had evil in them
And I sent of good to disguise?
What if evil accepted the good,
Or the two melted in one?
What if good consumed all danger?
What if Draco Malfoy was an angel?
By Shanna
AN: and for all you readers, I don't hate Draco. But he has to suffer. But for only a few more chapters. ____________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________
Chapter 4.
She took a seat. She didn't sit next to me. I could see that she was uncomfortable. So was I. but I hid it better.
I looked at her. Real close. Her face was plain. There were no emotions. No. I'm wrong. There were emotions. Too many of then to understand. A confused angel.
'What are you thinking of?'
Suddenly I see her face expression change. I see terrible torture. It is killing me. Can't I help her?
'It happened this summer. My parents broke up. There was a huge fight. They involved me. My dad didn't want me to study magic. But my mom did. So I got to came back. But my life was hell. My mom started to drink. I was a mess. When I got back to school I hoped that Harry and Ron would support me. But they didn't. they didn't pay attention to me. I told them that they never spend time with me anymore. That they were so busy all the time. And we had a huge fight. We haven't talked since.'
Her eyes were becoming red. Tears poured into her eyes. Silently she started to cry. She was so helpless. My angel. I had to comfort her. I stood up. She looked at me confusedly. She thought I was going to leave. No, how could she think such a thing. I couldn't leave her there - helplessly. I couldn't leave my angel.
I sat next to her. She startled a bit. I cautiously put my arm around her. She is tense. But she relaxes. She trusts me. She leans to me.
'I'm so sorry, Hermione. I didn't know. '
Her crying becomes audiable. She cries. She pours her hart out. I know that it helps. She starts so silence.
I can't believe it. She is here. With me. In my arms. She chose to be here. With me. My angel. I don't deserve to comfort her. Who am I to protect her against the horrors of the world? Who am I to her?
She is nearly quiet now. I know what I must do.
I tell her. I tell her everything. All the things I have hidden from everybody. Hidden too long. But she is my angel. And she deserves to know.
I feel a lot better. Something clicked inside of me. Someone knows. Someone understands.
She gasps for air when I finished. She looks up.
'Oh Draco. I had no idea.'
I hold her tighter. She puts her head on my shoulder. She feels safe. I feel safe.
I know that this is wrong. We are not supposed to be. But how can something so wrong feel so right?
I don't know how long we sat there. It could have been minutes. It could have been hours. But it felt like centuries.
Someone knocked on the door.
'Who the hell is there? You have been there for half an hour!'
Damn. I completely forgot where we were. No wonder. I was with her. You forget a lot of things when you are with an angel.
We both jumped up and looked at each other. What the hell are we going to do?
I could see that she was thinking the exact same thing.
'I'll go out and create a diversion. You hurry up and leave.'
I was surprised that she had such a quick mind. Stupid Draco, remember who she is. Hermione has a quick mind. She had always had a quick mind.
I wanted to say something. But my mind didn't work. I couldn't form a word. So I just nodded.
She quickly wiped her tears and took a beep breath.
She stepped out the door. I heard her talking to someone. A boy. I felt a twinge of jealousy. The voices drifted away. Everything became quiet. Oh, how quiet. but inside I was screaming. I had felt a small ray of happiness. For a moment. A moment I spent with her. And she had to go. Once again she slipped from my arms. I hate this world. I hate myself for letting this happen.
I had better leave before anyone sees me. I walk slowly. I walk quietly. Back to the dungeons.
The dungeons are cold. And empty. And hollow. I too feel hollow inside. There is a hole inside my soul. Something can fill it. She can fill it. My angel can fill it. She was there. She took the place for a moment. And someone took her away. Once again I lost my angel.
Although I didn't really have her. I still lost her. I lose her again and again. Will I ever really have her? I hope not.. because I couldn't lose her. I could not lose her for good. because if I lost her, I would lose myself.
*
The next few days were torturing. I felt like someone was killing me. Killing me slowly. I couldn't help her. I couldn't tell her that I support her.
She was even quieter than usual. And paler. She was nearly as pale as I was. I was seriously worried about her.
I tried to find a chance to talk to her. But after every lesson she disappeared. And she was not seen until the next lesson. Perhaps she is in the library? It is after all her favourite place. I must go and see. Maybe I'll meet my angel. I must try.
The library seemed to be empty. I went towards the darkest corner. someone was there. The library was dead silent. She was silent.
'Hermione, are you all right?'
She looked at me. Her skin was white. As a white rose. It was so unnatural. It was so beautiful. It glowed in the dark. It looked as if some sort of angelic glow surrounded her. It was too beautiful to be true. But yet it was. And it was in front of me. That beauty. She was in front of me.
'No. I am not all right.'
I thought she was going to cry. But she didn't. she just looked at me. It hurt. Looking at her hurt my eyes. I was never meant to see this. I was never meant to see her like this.
'Can I help?'
'Draco, you cannot help me. No one can help me.'
I felt so sorry for her. She was hurting. She was hurting just as bad as I was. I had to help her.
She had stood up while she was talking. I had to do something. I stepped closer to her. I wanted to say something. I opened my eyes to say something. But she stopped me. She put her finger on my lips.
'Just hold me.'
I pulled her into a hug. She was tense for a moment. Then she relaxed. I sat to an armchair. I pulled her into my lap. She curled up like a child. She felt safe. So did I.
She was there. In my lap. Like an angel. An angel who has lost her wings. An angel who was never meant for this world. She is too good for the world. She is too good for me.
Someone walked out of the library.
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AN: Sorry, that it took so much time to get this up. I had a problem with my internet connection. Well, the problem was that there wasn't any. But now everything should be all right. I hope so.
And I hope to get the next chapter ready ASAP, because there'll be some very important events.. I'm so evil. I like to keep you waiting..