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Chapter 7
An awkward silence fell over the Burrow for the next few days – the hostility between Profs. Dumbledore and McGonagall was immense; meal times were horrible. I wish they would just kiss and bloody make up already, Draco moaned, frustrated that they still hated each other.
Draco hadn't seen Hermione much either, I can't look at her anymore, her eyes…
Sighing, he left his room and descended the stairs, lost in thoughts of Hermione.
A split second later he came crashing into Hermione, her caramel eyes wide and shocked. She slipped on the step behind her and began to fall. But he caught her. He grabbed her wrists and pulled up towards him, until she fell onto him. Oh Merlin, I'm lying on Draco…oh bloody hell…this is so embarrassing!
As they sat there, both too embarrassed to move, Draco noticed the bruises on her wrist – No…I've hurt her…oh no…Hermione…
Desire overpowered him and he pulled her closer to him, her hair caressing his chin as she rested her head on his shoulder. This is surreal…what am I doing?! Hermione get off him this isn't right!
He pressed her wrist to his lips and whispered to her, "I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…"
"So am I Draco…"
With that, she drew out of Draco's grip, and ran up to her room, the memory of his saddened grey eyes burning a hole in her mind.
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After sitting in complete silence for an hour, that's when the tears began to trickle mercilessly down her creamy skin. I can't do this, she whispered, I can't be like this with him…we can't do this…
She felt like she had betrayed him, but it was for the best if she let this go before she fell too far…I can't believe I'm falling for him, she sobbed, her tears cominghot and quick down her face, I'm not supposed to…I have to get away from here…I can't handle this…He's my worst enemy – I'm nothing more than a worthless Mudblood to him!
Standing up, wiping the tears on the back of her hand, Hermione grabbed her wand off of the bedside cabinet and stuffed it in her pocket. She headed downstairs, and went straight out the front door. No one saw her retreating figure into the fields, except Draco. She's gone… was all he could say, a silent tear trickling down his right cheek.
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Four hours later, Hermione had no more energy, and she fell to the hard ground, grazing her skin. The tears began to fall again, she couldn't hold them in any longer, why am I running away…I really like him…why am I running away…
The wind was howling, pushing the thin trees around like a battering ram. A storm was coming…there was noise all around, and Hermione suddenly became worried. Oh no…I'm scared…help…what am I going to do…
She curled herself into a ball, tucking her head into the chest, trying to block out the sound of the wind.
Then came the silence. The deadly silence.
Lifting her head up an inch, Hermione surveyed the area, her heat beating rapidly. She sat up slowly, hugging her knees. Her thoughts were drawn to Draco again, why can't I stop thinking about him?! It's not fair…Draco…
A loud bang echoed through the silent woodland, jolting Hermione back to reality. Pushing her hair out of her eyes she looked to her left, and to her horror saw six Death Eaters advancing towards her; wands pointed at her, moving as one. Fear overcame her and she began screaming, picking herself up and running for her life. They quickly caught up with her, two of them pulling her to the ground, shouting in her face, hurting her. She continued screaming until one of them put a
Silencing Charm on her, and all was quiet once more. Hermione watched hysterically, rolling around, trying to scream as the Death Eaters huddled and discussed something in hushed voices.
I'm going to die…I'M GOING TO DIE! No please I don't want to die…
They turned to face her again, their masks laughing menacingly at her scared face, this is it Hermione, it's all over…
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Four hours away, sitting in the living room of the Burrow was Draco, just finishing his fifth bottle of red currant rum, but he didn't feel at all drunk. All he could see swimming around in his mind was Hermione, beautiful, intelligent, caring Hermione, he whispered, a hot wave of grief flushing over him. It had been just four hours and he already missed her. He wished she would just walk into the room and let him hold her…that's I want…to hold her, to feel her smooth skin on mine, her silky hair…
He sat there for a few more minutes, trying to remember as much as he could about Hermione, the little time they spent together, up until he felt sharp pains throughout his body, it was excruciating…but he had experienced it before. The Cruciatus Curse was not unfamiliar to him, but there was something strange about this feeling…he could only feel it in his heart, the pain was colossal, he felt like he was going to pass out, then it hit him. Hermione.
Dropping the empty bottle of rum and using Accio to bring his broom to him, he dashed out the front door, and mounted his broom: he was going to find Hermione.
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The leader of this group of Death Eaters pointed his wand directly at Hermione's writhing form on the ground, and at this movement her heart momentarily stopped. Screaming at the top of his voice, the Death Eater hit Hermione with the Cruciatus Curse, blasting her a few feet away from her original place. Inside she was screaming in pain, but her countenance showed no emotion, she just stared
at the monster that was attacking her. He continued to throw curses at her, her whole body felt as if it was being ripped apart, torn to shreds. I can't take no more...make it stop, MAKE IT STOP! Her heart was shattering as thoughts of Draco flooded into her mind, Draco…
Ear-splitting screams erupted from the Death Eaters, and the pain stopped. Hermione rolled onto her front, she had no energy. All around her was flashes of green light – she couldn't hear anything, she could see was green light, illuminating the forest opening. A few minutes later peace was present, and Hermione stood up, who saved me…? I need to find them…
And there he was. Blood was dripping from his head and he stunk of alcohol, but otherwise he was ok. As soon as he saw her, he stumbled over to her and pulled her close to him, holding her tightly. Hermione returned the embrace, but began to cry, wetting his robes. He noticed her sobbing and lifted her chin up, running his finger along her jaw line.
"Hermione...are you hurt…you've got to come back home…please come back…I missed you…"
She cried even harder after he said this: it was unbearable.
"Draco…I can't…we can't be like this…"
He knew what she meant. Her words stung, and a tear slowly trickled down his face, it wasn't meant to be like this, he thought, I need her…I love her.
She stepped back from him and turned around; she had to end it here.
"Hermione."
His voice was cracking; his eyes were wide and anxious. She didn't reply, her tears suffocating any reply that came out of her mouth, so he stepped closer, and begun to talk:
"Hermione…do you remember back in first year, on the train? The first time I saw you I thought you were really pretty, and I liked the fact that you were intelligent, a clever girl is hard to come across nowadays. When I found out that you aren't a
pureblood…well…it broke my 11year old heart – I would never be able to be friends with you, let alone more than, and that hurt. I have been brought up as a spoilt obnoxious brat and I'm sorry for that, if I could go back and change my attitudes back then, I would. But I can't…and right now I want to make it up to you…I don't know how…but I do know why. I think I'm falling in love with you…I can't explain how, but I do know why…your the most intelligent person I've ever met – you could match McGonagall or even Dumbledore on most things, your beautiful, the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on…you don't know how jealous I was that Krum was your date for the Yule Ball back in fourth year…you overshadowed every other girl in that room. I also love your confidence…the way you can walk into a room and command everyone…the sheer power you have over Potter and Weasley…it's immense. You're the only person I can say I've ever loved in my whole life, and I just want to know what it feels like to be loved back…I already know I can't get that from you…but I'll always love you…you were my first love and I can't forget you…I just hope you understand.."
And with that he turned around, the tears from his cloudy eyes coming fast now, stop crying Draco!
"I can't…I just can't…" He murmured, mounting his broom and zooming into the sky, not seeing Hermione through his tears, her caramel eyes weeping…her hand reached out towards him.
"Draco…" She whispered after his retreating form, illuminated by the darkening sky,
"I love you too…"
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