Oh and hello! Welcome to the next chapter! Now, that didn't take too painfully long, did it? Or at least not as long as the former wait… haha. Well I told you, Ive got the next bit quite outlined out. Hee. :o) Still don't know what I want to happen eventually. I mean i know my polt, but i mean happen--- in terms of detail. Anything you'd like to see happen, friends?
I am currently reading the last book.
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CHAPTER 29
It was over.
The silence was deafening, and the tap-tap-tapping of her footsteps only made the hallway seem eerier at this time of the night, but Hermione was in a daze after what just happened.
It was over.
She held his cheek, and then drew her hand back as she stepped away from who had been her lover, looking at him in their sad eyes to show she was serious, and then tilting her head to the ground to show her sincerest apologies.
Then she turned away and slowly ran back through Hogwarts' hallways to reach her common room.
It was over.
Hot tears accompanied her heavy heart, which, for some reason, was fluttering in panic and in pain right now. But as she raced through the castle's corridors, she found them drying up against her hustle to get to her dormitory. Hermione barely whispered the password to the portrait, as she was feeling quite distraught with the whole situation.
What would happen to her and Ron?
Would they still be friends?
Did she still love him?
What about Ron?
What would everyone else think?
And not just gossipers…
Harry?
Ginny?
"Granger." comes a low, gruff voice."Huh?" Hermione's thoughts were interrupted
It was a drawling voice, that sounded somewhat eager, lazy, and nervous at the same time—if Hermione even had any strength or focus to take notice—coming from a figure who had suddenly whipped around at her arrival: Draco Malfoy.
Hermione couldn't really decipher whether or not Draco was in a ferret-y mood inclined to piss her off, but at that moment, she didn't really care. All she knew was that she did not want to have anything to do with anyone, especially him.
"Don't bug me, Malfoy," she spits his name out with such utter distaste and hatefulness, and Draco was caught off guard. Her snarl had brought out his own snide attitude and arrogance out, and he reacted with a statement with a tone of hurt and surprise (if Hermione had noticed that at all).
"What the fuck happened to y—"
"I SAID DON'T BUG ME! GET THE FUCK AWAY!" Hermione cut him off, screaming and yelling angrily.
Draco's eyes glint with even further surprise, and now, a twinge less hurt and more anger. He, however, remains unmoved from his position. He darkly slides off from the edge of the mahogany-finished table where his feet had been dangling from just a few moments earlier, and comes to his feet. He moves like a heavy cobra, smooth and unnerved.
Hermione fumed, standing defiantly as she shook her head sideways once and gathered herself to storm towards him.
But he came over to where she was first, and the few steps Hermione took forward, she accidentally took back when Draco grabs her tiny wrist as she raised her hand to throw out a heavy slap.
He leans his face in towards her, his nose in the air and his chin looking down on her, as if to show prominence and an air of authority or power over the situation. If looks could kill, Hogwarts would be in a frantic state when it woke up the next morning having the head boy and the head girl dead in their own common room.
"I just wanted to talk to you, Granger." He grits a growl through his teeth, trying to sound patient, but said the middle part of her name with such force that it could not hide his brusque emotions.
Hermione glares ragedly at him, as a pang in her chest suddenly stings her already bruised heart. She keeps her angry and tearful eyes at him, her nose slightly flaring up in fury and her lip slightly also quivering in rage.
"Let. Me. Go."
Her gritted command causes Draco's eyes to widen for a millisecond, and narrow the next, while his face moves closer into her. Her eyes narrow back at him, and her eyebrow raises and her lower lip pushes upwards to form an arrogant pout as she breathed heavily in emotion.
Draco loosens his grip on her, seeing she was firm on where she stood, and Hermione whips her arm back while giving a slight sneer. She turns her back and runs out to exit the common room, back to the castle's gray hallways.
The young, silver-haired male left behind has an angry pang by his ribcage. Draco releases a sigh of anger and exasperation, and his fist suddenly bangs against his common room walls, shaking the portrait entrance ever so slightly on the other side.
Hermione, in even more tears now of having that unusual encounter with Draco, keeps running, and the thoughts in her head race with her.
Draco.
Draco.
Draco Malfoy.
After weeks without his rude presence of disdain, she once again had such a strange encounter with him --- on this night, out of all nights. And just coming across him was just so… so… …she didn't know. Somehow, that whole encounter seemed strangely familiar in terms of what had happened physically and verbally, but one thing was different --- their emotions; how they both felt.
She didn't know what the hell was happening, but she knew deep down Malfoy played a role in here somewhere.
Why does he have such an effect on me?! She swears angrily, as salty specks spilled onto the brim of her eyelashes at the truth she had admitted, blurring her vision.
She had now retreated into an emotional state of pure pity and loneliness, regressing herself into a tearful child. Her body was feeling limp, but her legs carried her forward until her right shoulder blade and chest seem to have pulled her backwards, causing her to stumble.
No, she had run into something, and she tiredly tries to gather herself up.
"Whoa there, Granger."
Not something, but someone.
She apologizes and lowers her eyes to hide her tears and tries to keep running, but the figure reaches out for her wrist, which still throbbed a bit from where Draco had grabbed her.
"Whoa hey—hey! Hold on, Hermione."
"No I cant, I—I have to go… let me go, please just let me go." She tries to pull away.
The person doesn't let go.
"Where are you going?"
"Somewhere, anywhere, I don't know. I just… I just have to go." She slows down, and seemingly weakens, obviously tired now as her struggle slowly ceases.
"I just… I just….---- "
Shh, shh… its okay. Hey. Its okay" the whisper is familiar to Hermione, as the its owner pulls her nearer. She is too distraught to even see anything, or bother to check who she's with. What she knew though, was that it was a male's voice, and it was someone who knew her, and so she should know too, if she bothered to care to check. The only thing that mattered to her right now was that he soothed her. He brings her closer and holds her, and Hermione looks up to finally check who's here to care, and, realizing who he was, allows herself to cry into him.
(A/N: aren't you glad that I'm not ending this chapter here? Haha… take a guess who it is first before continuing to read:p would you kill me if I said it was… Ron?)
Hermione found herself in a lavish dormitory that smelled of oak and steel, with heavy dark curtains illuminated by the crackling flames of the fireplace. It would've seemed cold without the fire, as the walls were gray and of concrete.
She was in Blaise's dormitory.
Zabini had walked her there, as frantic as she was, as he tried to calm her down as best as he could. Hermione slowly stops sobbing, as she seated herself on a leathery couch in front of a classic, antique coffee table, and wiped her tears silently.
Blaise pours a drink for himself, carries over a warm blanket for the distraught damsel with her, and sits down next to her on the dark grey couch.
Hermione was quiet, but still her eyebrows furried in the center while feeling her heart hanging heavily down to her stomach.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Hermione said nothing still, but continued to stare fully focused into the lines of the dark wooden coffee table in front of her.
Blaise tilts his head closer to try to get her to catch his gaze, looking over at her in a bit of anticipation for an answer. He pauses, before he cocks his head a bit again, and says her name, "Hermione….?"
Still, Hermione kept her concentrated stare, but this time, her lips part. At first, it was hesitant, but finally, her eyes narrowed a bit more, and she said in a half whisper, still not looking at the dark boy beside her, "I broke up with Ron."
Draco was in his bathroom, running some warm water over his swollen hand that had just tried (and failed) to go through his common room wall.
Going crazy, he was definitely restless as thoughts focused on the fact that he's tried, and he's concluded that he cannot do this himself.
He did not know where else to go, or who to go to. He's tried, oh yes has he tried. But there was the one thing he know on this; he was getting desperate, and ---- He needed help.
Hermione had told Blaise the whole story by now. She had divulged almost everything to this boy, this person who she had barely known, but somehow she didn't seem to regret it.
Soon after she said the words that she broke it off with Ron, she could not stop talking, as though a dam had been broken and all her emotions, her feelings, her hurts and her troubles finally had a chance to flood through from her heart to an open sea.
Release therapy.
She shivers, not knowing if it was from cold or from anger and frustration with herself and her whole situation. Despite her heated head and heated emotional state, it was actually pretty cold down by the Slytherins' dungeons.
Blaise throws the blanket around her shoulders.
Hermione suddenly looks at him, and blinks.
"What?"
Hermione paused, still looking at him, her eyes sparkling with intrigue at him.
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
"What….?"
Hermione just keeps looking at him, waiting for an answer.
Blaise raises an eyebrow. "You know, just because Im slytherin," he started, "doesn't mean im purely evil." He shrugs and takes a sip from his liquor.
Author's Note: Okay, so its still a short chapter. But mind you, that's how I write, y'know? I mean I think that any longer than that would sorta be too much happening at one time, and well, I guess I like to take it slowly but surely. Lol ;)
I suppose I could have made this last bit of the chapter (Hermione and Blaise) a bit longer, but I reread it and it just seemed enough. Agree? Disagree?
And AHA! Seemed like progress with Hermione and Draco with the last chapter, but in this chapter? Well I guess those things don't come too easy, eh?
OOH, and who guessed right that it was Blaise that she ran into?
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