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Chapter Eight
Hermione
I woke up in my very cold room, wrapped in a fairly cool blanket, my face frozen. It felt like a fairly normal day. I slung the weight of my numb feet onto the hard dark wooden floor. Today was a Friday, this meant it is officially a week until the dreaded Halloween Ball. I sat on the edge of my bed for what only seemed like 2 minutes with my eyes closed, I soon came to realise I had been sitting there for 10 minutes. I rocketed up off of the side of my bed and hastily got ready, possibly quicker than I ever have before. I strode down to breakfast, trying my very best to avoid Blaise, and slowed my pace as I arrived at the Great Hall. I immediately spotted Ron and Ginny by their rather bright hair colour. A faint smile touched the corners of my lips as I paced towards them eagerly. I sat next to Harry who was currently quite quiet considering it was Harry. Yet I didn't ask, my own thoughts were too deep in my mind to wonder what could be wrong, so that was it. We all sat almost silently in each others company indulged in our own thoughts- bar Ron who was just too busy eating. I moved the full English breakfast contents around on my plate as I rested my chin on the palm of my hand, impolitely resting my elbow on the table. I glanced towards the Slytherin table, Blaise in his usual place- Laughing and smirking as also usually. Yet I scanned for the platinum haired boy who rather illusively I hadn't seen in weeks. My mind wondered where he was, why he was gone so long, why did he miss that much school work. Everyone seemed to rise from their seats in sync and exited the Great Hall to their first class- this meant Transfigurations. I made my way with Harry and Ron to our usual class room where Professor McGonagall greeted us warmly and I took to my usual seat on my own bench. The lesson started with the Professor explaining todays task- conjuration. I had already read vastly on this subject yet felt content to listen to her. I scrawled many notes on the basics before attempting to conjure a tea cup. I imagined it as a classing white china tea cup with blue hand painted designs on, along with a matching saucer- And there it was, by magic the tea cup poofed itself into existence. I slumped back into my chair, rather stoically, after preforming the task rather quickly. I glanced to my textbook on potions and began to re-read it. The last chapter in particular I know for a fact I didn't read well because of a certain Slytherin sitting opposite me in the Library. My eyes swept to the back of the class room to an empty bench which was missing a rather tall grey eyed, platinum blonde haired boy. My mind drifted to other places now, back to that night with the photographs. He seemed so… nice? Almost too nice, he even invited me to sit with him. It didn't make sense, and he placed his hand on top of mine. I know for a fact that he seemed nervous, his hand was so violently shaking, yet when it came into contact with mine all of his worries dispersed and there was just that electricity left between us. I lifted my hands to my face and rubbed my eyes. 'Ugh- stop thinking about him.' My mind in ever ciaos. 'Even you admitted- to his face I may add- that he seemed different.' I argued to myself. 'but even if he was different it can't make up for what he did!' My mind snapped. And with that I shut my mind off and concentrated on the class.
"Very good work today class." The professor announced in her slurrish accent. "We will continue conjuration next time, I trust you are all reading up on the work I've been setting" She gave questioning looks at a few students such as Ron. "Ok see you next week- class dismissed." And with that everyone rose to their feet and chatted away. I almost solemnly rose to mine, and continued at a rather unhurried pace towards Potions. I was almost to the last turn before I entered the dungeon and a familiar voice called my name.
"Miss Granger!" a woman's voice echoed rather hastily. I slowed my pace and swivelled on my heels.
"Yes Madam Pomfrey?" I queried.
"Miss Granger, you never came back for your check up! How is your memory?" She frowned. My eyes widened, I hadn't given it a second thought after I'd left the hospital.
"Oh- Actually I haven't regained my memory, sorry Madam Pomfrey" I glanced down to my feet feeling too ashamed about missing the check up to look into her eyes.
"Don't you worry dear I know how busy you must be in your final year." She spoke kindly. "Well I actually made a stronger potion to try to regain your memory just in case and I've been carrying it around for a rather long time just in case I ran into you" she rapidly said whilst routing in her pouch on her hip to pull out a small vile of potion. "I must warn you that it doesn't taste at all like pumpkin juice little one." She placed the vile in my hand and wished me well and to defiantly report back to me.
"Of course Madam Pomfrey, I really am sorry again." I replied and continued to potions, I placed the potion in my pocket. The day continued to drag, school just wasn't as exhilarating as it had been, yet I continued to love the library and reading everything I could.
I sat on the edge of my bed and pulled the small potion out of my pocket, I released the lid and lifted it to my lips. The liquid contents burned my throat with a disgusting sour and bitter taste to it. My face scrunched up into an unpleasant frown as I lowered it to my lap.
'Caution side effects may include: heavy drowsiness.' The small paper on the bottle revelled after I had drank it- very useful. My eyes rolled as I got to my feet to change into my pyjamas. I pulled on my navy shorts and old t-shirt and sank into bed. My head fell onto the pillow softly. 'Wow this really does make you drowsy'. Sudden flash backs rushed through my head before I fell asleep- to tired to assess them my mind drifted peacefully off.
My sleep was full of images and very very realistic dreams. Images of memories revelling to my mind. I woke drowsy, a fog had set over my mind. Confusion pulled my face into a frown as I woke up. My mind was full of memories- memories of Draco on the train lifting me off of him. 'watch where you're going next time would you, Granger.' How my last name awkwardly rolled off of his tongue? A sudden panic and fear plunged into my heart like hot iron. The memory of him staring at me through dinner and me striding from the halls barely contain my tears and I had run into him again. I sat up in my bed as more fear struck my heart. My face contorted, more confusion ran through my veins. My heart began to race, 'He hadn't mentioned any of this before?' I can still remember looking up at his face whilst I crawled on the floor backwards, never taking my eyes off of his. The feeling of my head cracking against the wall. I remember as I drifted in and out of consciousness in his arms. 'Did he really carry me to the hospital wing?' My face furrowed deeper into a frown. My mind thoroughly confused. This was too much to handle. And I'm Hermione Granger saying that! I plunged my head back onto the pillow thanking God it was a Saturday and forced my self to sleep just an hour or so more.
Again I dreamt- or more like remembered, but this time it was more faded. Like I still couldn't quite remember- but I had snippets of memories. I could feel myself almost conscious flipping and writhing in my bed, uncomfortable, irritable, confused. My fists clenched my jaw clamped tight. Malfoys face kept appearing. Random pictures of him, they were so unbearably memorable, they kept slipping away before I could make sense of them, frustration overwhelmed me. The last one was clearer, but still not clear enough. Tears streamed down his face, his expression furiously sad and clenched. He wore black as usual, a dark suit, high collared. His basic black wooden wand pointed at my direction straight at me, my back up against the wall. I felt an over whelming wave of pure emotion pain, sadness engulfed me, fear but not scared of him, scared of what would become- the future I was scared of, tears streamed down my face, uncontrollable sobs ripped from my chest. I was begging him, begging him not to do it, calling out his name.
"Draco! Don't, you don't have to do this!" I cried to him, sobs ripping from my lungs.
"But I have to! Hermione I have to! I can't see you die! I can't live in this world with out you!" He equally cried to me. "We can't be like this! We'll die! They wont stop Hermione! They will never stop trying to kill us! This was all just a perfect dream that I have to inevitably wake up from!" he screamed.
"But Draco…" a sob erupted from me. My hands pressed up against the wall, his wand shaking in his hand, his perfect face engulfed with tears and utter sadness. "Draco, I love you."
"Obviate!"
My body shot from my bed, tears streaming down my face. My wide eyes searching the room. My lungs gasped for every breath I could in the shortest space of time. My heart thundered in my chest. Sobs trembled violently from me. I held my head in my hands and cried for what seemed like hours. What had happened to me? I was so confused. Frustration, confusion, sadness, more confusion. So many emotions were mixed in my blood I couldn't even figure them all out. Was this a dream? It must have been a dream. I couldn't tell reality from my dreams anymore. But I can never ever remember my dreams? I shook my head covering my eyes with my hands and letting out a scream. My eyes were so tightly forced shut. I faintly heard my bedroom door open and a pair of feet thunder across the floor. A warm embrace tightly surrounded my body. The hushed me as my eyes remained closed, soothing me, they gentle caressed my back as they ran their fingers through my hair. My sobs subsided to a gentle sniffling. I looked up out of my hands to see it was Blaise that was comforting me. He looked at me as if to say that everything was ok, I threw my arms around his neck and sobbed one last time, he rested his head on my shoulder. I liked this Blaise, the un-flirty Blaise who was being a genuine friend. Being there for me. Maybe I could be friends with Blaise. He lay me back down onto my pillow and sat up next to me, gentle running his hands through my hair until I exhaustedly fell back into a deep dreamless sleep.
I woke from my heavy slumber alone, Blaise had gone. There was barely any light cascading into my room, the sun setting in the distance out of my window. Dry tears stained my checks. The emotions still writhed in my veins, I just didn't know what to do. I can't explain how confused I was. This time I didn't cry, I took a deep shaky breath into my lungs and released it slowly. I shut my eyes. 'What do I do?' I questioned myself. 'Confront him. You know you need to.' I considered arguing with myself. But maybe it would help. What is the worst that could happen? 'He could think you're a psycho.' And with that I headed to the shower to wait for a certain Slytherin to return.
Almost a week had past- absolutely no sign of him. I wasn't just confused and frustrated, no, now I was angry. How dare he maybe do this and then disappear from Hogwarts. I had assessed my 'dreams' over the past 6 days. I had concluded, the train and the hallway were real. I had spoken to Madam Pomfrey and she confirmed that he had in fact carried me in with a self inflicted head injury- she was glad the memories had come back, however I decided to leave out my other psycho thoughts. It was Friday, 9pm. I was pacing down my room until I heard Blaise leave for the Ball. 'Ugh the Ball' I sighed to myself, I was so glad I wasn't going with everything that was going on. I now was pacing in the common room. I had yet to conclude the other 'dream'. It must not have been real, why on earth would I say such a ridiculous thing to the Draco Malfoy. I now paced furiously up and down the common room in front of the fire. I now was talking allowed to myself- mostly gibberish, occasionally throwing my hands in the air in frustration. Where could that damn boy be.
"Excuse me Miss Granger, there's someone at the door for you, should I let them in?" The knights voice interrupted my deep frustrations. Ginny was the opposite side of the portrait. I nodded in his direction, a concerned look on his face. He bowed towards me as he opened the portrait obligingly.
"Hey Gin, what's up?" I questioned. She had a radiant red ruby dress on flowing towards the floor, a sweetheart neckline. Her hair was pulled into a smart up do and fine gold jewellery laced her ears, neck and wrist. She did look truly stunning.
"Er- Hey Hermione." She replied. "actually I was just coming to check you hadn't changed your mind about tonight, but I guess not" she looked at my attire as did it. My pink pyjama short hung loosely around my hips and a large navy top hung from my shoulders. I didn't reply to her statement. "And actually I just came to check if you were alright?" she then questioned and gave a sorrowful look. "You have seemed off for the past few days" she spoke softly.
"Yeah," I sighed, "I'm fine thanks Gin, I hope you have a good time tonight." She strode towards me. And embraced me tightly in a warm hug. I wrapped my arms around her, it felt nice for someone to hug me, it almost soothed me. "You look really beautiful Ginny, are you going with Harry?" I asked as we stepped apart.
"Of course" she smiled gently, "I'll see you tomorrow then."
"I'll see you tomorrow then" I forced a smile at her and she turned to exit the portrait hole.
I collapsed onto the red leather Chesterfield sofa opposite the fire place. I gave a long sigh and contemplated my life. It was now near enough 12 pm by the time I realised how long had pasted, I had gazed mindlessly into the crackling fire for hours. The warmth surrounded me and soothed my soul.
A disturbance by the portrait caught my attention. It slowly opened to revel a boy. It was him. He was dressed as usual in a black suit- high collar. His steps softly echoed through the common room as I stretched my neck over the top of the sofa to see him. He didn't make eye contact with me, me had zeroed in on his room and stored weakly to it. I jumped out of the sofa and ran to his door, blocking his way. I spun to meet him only a step away. I looked at his pale face, the light from the fire dancing across his face. It revealed heavy dark purple circles under his dim heavy eyes. A depressed expression hung from his face, his hair was too unlike Malfoy-ly messy. A frown furrowed across my face, I felt a wave of sadness grip my heart.
"Where were you?!" I shouted. "Its been weeks Malfoy!" I now screamed.
"My name is NOT Malfoy!" he exploded pinning my wrists above my head. Now all of his sadness was gone, only frustration and anger gleamed in his eyes. I winced at his force forcing my face away from his. "Not to you" he breathed almost to quiet for me to hear as he released my wrists. He glanced to his feet. "And its none of your business Granger." He spat, still avoiding eye contact. The saddened expression returned, water glazed over his eyes. This shocked me, I still hadn't recovered from how close his face was, just inches away from mine. His warm breath cascading over my face. I felt my knees go weak at the thought. He glanced up to my face, I pulled it back from shock into a frown. Determined to keep my persona.
"Well- I need to talk to you!" I demanded, "I've been waiting for ages for you!" His face pricked up, hope hung in his sad eyes momentarily. My frown deepened. I realised how close I had leant into him, his lips were parted not an inch away now, his shallow breaths rippling over my face, his eyes looking deep into mine, his perfect deep grey eyes. I was almost lost in them, I could feel the heat from his face on mine. Fire and electricity flowing in my cheeks and lips. My face almost leant towards him, the monster! But was he a monster, he sure looked like pathetic excuse of one right now. Confusion pulled at my heart and uncontrollably I screamed "What the hell did you do to me?!"
His face pulled into a widened shocked expression, he stopped breathing, he didn't move, he didn't reply. For what seemed like ages he stood, statue like. He backed up to the sofa and leant back, as if he couldn't stand with his own weight. He never took his eyes off of me. His wide shocked eyes. He started to rapidly breath. I could watch his chest rise and fall so quickly it almost scared me, the next thing I knew he was striding towards me, our bodies met. They collided with his last step and he wrapped his long slender hands around my face. The electricity now positively writhing though me, my heart beating furiously underneath my skin. His lips not even a centimetre from mine. Now it was my eyes widened in shock. I was paralysed. I couldn't move. Not even to breath, I could feel his heart thunder in his chest against my own chest. The thin material of my oversized t-shirt hiding nothing. I suddenly felt very exposed. He rubbed his thumb against my cheek.
"Hermione?" he breathed so softly it chimed in my ears and my heart fluttered mentally. His breath once again sweeping across my face making my knees weak. His eyes were full of raw emotion; I couldn't read them well but I knew how deep they were. I looked straight into his eyes as he did mine. His soul was as exposed as mine to each other. He leant quickly in and crushed a desperate longing full kiss onto my lips, he wrapped his strong arms around my waist and back crushing me into him, my eyes shut as he deepened it. It felt so right, like I had finally found a place I truly belonged. My whole body was numb, I couldn't control anything, not my actions my thoughts nothing. It was blank- Everything. He pulled hastily away only parting our lips, my eyes flew open onto his perfect face, his perfect eyes, his perfect nose, his perfect cheekbones, his perfect jaw line, his perfect lips. "Hermione" He breathed again so tenderly it almost broke my heart. "My love, what do you remember?" he questioned.
My eyes widened. What. Had. Just. Happened. I gasped and jumped backwards right into his jaw. 'Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!' My mind screamed. I brought my finger tips up to my lips where he had just been, I softly stroked them, contemplating what had just happened.
"My love?" I croaked wide eyed to meet his panicked eyes.
