Chapter 12
Disclaimer: I dont own any songs, or characters or anything that's obvious in this story. Uncle Snape is from
SLytherin Girl and I have permission to use it.
~*~*~*~
Draco opened his eyes to find himself outside the gates of Hogwarts. He wanted guidance and this is where it
had brought him, but he would no longer get anything here.
Snape no longer like or trusted him and there was no way that he would help him. Draco turned on his heel
deciding to take a walk to cool down. He needed to clear his head before he want back to the Manor or to that
office and did something that he might regret.
Just as he began to walk away he heard his name being called.
"Draco, what are you doing here?" Draco turned to see that it was Snape.
"Nothing sir. I just apparated farther than I expected to" he lied smoothly, or at least he hoped to the gods above
that it was smoothly.
"Nope, try again. You never were able to lie to me. I've seen you manipulate even the strongest of people but
you never were able to lie to me. Now tell me the truth"
"Fine. I needed help with something and I when I apparated I never specified a spot or a person. I ended
up here but here is no help to me because you would never help me, not even if I was lying close to death
in the street" Draco answered, glaring at Snape.
Why he was mad at Snape he wasn't sure. Maybe it was that he was caught in a lie or it could be and most
likely was that there was no one else around to direct his anger at.
"Now listen here boy. I told you many years ago that I was here if you needed to sort out any problems. Don't
stand there and tell me that I don't care for you. You were like a son to me for many years and now you honestly
think that I'm going to let that just go away. No, just because I have a niece and a daughter doesn't mean that
I no longer have room for you. Now get your ass over here so we can have that talk" Snape hissed.
Draco did as he was told not willing to say no to the seething man
standing in front of him right now.
He felt a bit uncomfortable considering the Snape was like Hermione's father but he didn't know who else to go
to and know that the information he passed on would be safe.
He followed Snape to his office, every emotion imaginable crashing through his body. You wouldn't know it
though. To the average person he looked calm and collected. There were very few people that were able to
read him and if he wanted no one knowing what was going through his mind, then no one would know.
Draco sank down into the armchair that Snape so graciously conjured for him when they reached his office.
Snape himself just sat in a chair behind his desk and waited for the boy to talk.
Draco never did know how long he sat there in complete silence. For all her knew it could be anywhere from
5 minutes to 5 hours. He didn't know where to start, what to say or how to say it. To, be completely blunt, he
was terrified to say anything. Snape did that to him. Always had. He felt like he had done something that he
shouldn't have, yet he couldn't think of anything. Well, anything besides the obvious.
"I… I…I can't do this. I can't live like this anymore. It's tearing me apart. I feel like I'm ready to die. I have a heart.
I need to give it all up. I don't want to die. I want to say what I feel. I…" totally incoherent sentences came
tumbling out of his mouth. One after the other, the first having nothing to do with the next.
Finally Snape held up his hand to silence him. "Now Draco, do me a favour and start at the very beginning where
what you want to tell me all started"
So that's what Draco did. He started at the beginning. The very beginning. Ran through all the events from
Hermione's birthday to now. He talked about falling for her, giving up everything for her and, though in many
more words, finally confessed out loud to loving her.
Draco carried on for a very long time. He couldn't stop now that he started, and Snape just sat and listened to
the whole thing.
Contrary to popular belief, he had no idea what had happened between Draco and Hermione. So many people
had assumed that Hermione would've told him by now. But as was stated earlier, that only people that knew
what had happened between Draco and Hermione were Draco ad Hermione.
~*~*~*~Meanwhile~*~*~*~
Hermione sat at her desk, going over the events of the last few weeks. All she wanted was happiness, but
someone kept taking it away from her. Right now she felt truly alone. The only person that she could think of
that she even cared about anymore was Adi, who she loved to the ends of the earth. She couldn't handle giving
anyone love anymore. She loved her uncle, but that was different. It was mutual and expected but she didn't love
him like she loved her sister.
The last love that she had had that wasn't a family member was Draco, but even that had fallen through, and
Hermione had spent so long blaming herself, even though she let on to everyone that she blamed Draco.
She had fought with him so much in the last little while. Hermione needed help and she needed it now. She
apparated with a pop to Professor Dumbledore's office. She was the only one besides Dumbledore himself
that knew it existed.
He had set it up so that only she could use it. It was so that she could visit her uncle and Adi whenever she
wanted to.
She stopped and had a few words with the headmaster before heading down the stairs. She stopped when she
reached the statues of the gargoyles. She saw smaller, happier versions and her, Harry and Ron all trying to get
into the headmasters office with some urgent news or another.
She walked past the Great Hall and saw the all six of them heading into a packed Great Hall, dressed up,
Draco whispering something in her ear.
She continued walking, and past the portrait that led to the old Head common room. Dumbledore had shut it
down when their year ended; deciding that just a private room and bathroom in each house was a much better
idea.
She back tracked when she heard her name. "Hermione? Is that really you?" Anca asked truly surprised.
"Yeah it's me alright. How are you guys?" Hermione asked them, a little glad at the familiarity of this all. They
chatted for a while when Hermione asked "Hey is the password still that same?"
Steven nodded. "Okay, 'serpent's lioness'" Hermione said, her voice shaking ever so slightly.
She stepped into the unchanged room, and a whirlwind of memories crashed into her. Her birthday was one of
the most prominent. The best birthday she had had in years. She saw herself putting everyone's chain on them,
a huge smile on her face.
Next she saw one of her freak outs. The room was totally destroyed. She guessed it must've been after telling
Harry and Ron to fuck off. That she couldn't stand to be around them any longer.
She looked up to the stairs and saw herself yelling at a teenage Malfoy to get the hell out of the bathroom. That
had to be a favourite moment; it had been rather comical actually. I mean, no one got away with yelling at Draco
Malfoy, but she did.
Hermione turned and headed for the portrait hole, not being able to stand the memories. They were so raw. She
had been so happy but now that she looked at them she got herself into the whole mess.
She should never have befriended a Slytherin, they always screwed you over. She said goodbye to Anca and
Steven, and headed to her uncles office, not making anymore stops.
She didn't know why this was all happening now. She had been here many, many times over the years, a lot of
those times over the past month. She confided in her uncle or just came to be with her sister. She even sat in
the back of her uncles classes just to watch him teach.
She had had many kids come up to her after classes and ask her if she was really Hermione Granger. If she had
really been part of both of the most famous groups to pass through Hogwarts ever. She'd always mustered up
her best smile and answered that yes, it was true. Then she would excuse herself and go up to her uncle's desk
to help him take any marking he had to his office.
She reached her uncles office and opened the door. Only then did it all click. Only when she saw who was sitting
in the chair across from her uncle did she understand why it had all happened today.
Her uncle glanced up at her, but she shook her head and just sat in a spare chair in the shadows. She listened
to Draco pour out everything. Their entire past. Draco finally stopped, getting up to get a drink.
He stopped, frozen in his tracks when he saw something move out of the corner of his eyes. It was a slight
movement that most would've missed. It came from the darkest corner of the room, and it scared him for a
moment.
"Surprised Malfoy?" Hermione asked coming out of the corner.
"Granger, what the hell are you doing here? Your supposed to be at work"
"I could say the same to you. And I have more right to be here then you do. And where do you get off tell
someone everything that happened between us?"
"I needed to talk, it brought me here. Simple as that. Just how long had you been sitting there?"
"Only about five minutes. Just long enough to understand what you were telling him"
Draco spun to face Snape, "why didn't you tell me that someone had come in?"
"Because, though she didn't speak, she didn't want me to. And besides, it's not my place to interfere. I did that
once and look where it brought you two. No where. You guys need to listen to each other for once. Need to take
a deep breath and tell each other what's going on because all you're doing is yelling"
"You know what? I'm gone. I can't take living in this hell anymore than the rest of us. Look at me okay. For gods
sake, look at me. Look at what's happened to me. I'm not me anymore. I not Hermione Granger. What don't you
understand? I don't want to talk; I don't want to go back to my old self. I lived like that for too long. As much as I
hate the way I am now, I don't want to change. I like being able to hide all emotions, I like being able to tell
someone to go away without speaking. All I want to change is my past. That past that made me this way. I wish
I had never come here or made any of the friends I did. I wish I could change it all, and just not have any pain in
my life. But that'll never happen. I screwed myself over though. Malfoy, I've been blaming you for so long. I've
been blaming you for ruining my life, when it was me who ruined my life."
All the sentences that she strung together made absolutely no sense, to Draco or Snape. It was all things that
contradicted each other. (A/N: Yes I do realize this) But some how Draco got the point. He got the point that she
wanted out, out of this life. That she wanted to start over. In a different place, not here where the memories all lie.
But he couldn't let that happen.
Hermione turned to leave, but felt a hand on her shoulder. She breathed in deeply, she wanted to go. She
wanted to leave this country, this world that she lived in behind. But she turned around, meeting grey eyes.
"Please don't leave" Draco almost pleaded.
"Why?" came Hermione's icy answer before heading out the door.
"Because I still love you" Draco said quietly.
Hermione froze in her tracks, then turned around and….
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hey all. Is this mean?? Leaving it here for the next part to come along? Yes yes is. But I guess you'll all have to
deal with it. I'm sorry for the abrupt ending but it was to good to say no to so I just had to seize to opportunity.
I'm on x-mas vaca though, so I should have the first few chapters out for the next installment soon.
Oh, and to the apparateing thing. Draco apparated outside Hogwarts grounds and re-read the Hermione
apparating part very carefully and it should make sense.
Oh, and though I'm to lazy to list every name in here, I'd just like to say a big thanks to all the reviews that have
followed my story(ies) so closely. You really helped me. Also and big thanks to my Beta, MissyBird 12 (I think
thats it)
Well, till next time,
Puremudblood.
Disclaimer: I dont own any songs, or characters or anything that's obvious in this story. Uncle Snape is from
SLytherin Girl and I have permission to use it.
~*~*~*~
Draco opened his eyes to find himself outside the gates of Hogwarts. He wanted guidance and this is where it
had brought him, but he would no longer get anything here.
Snape no longer like or trusted him and there was no way that he would help him. Draco turned on his heel
deciding to take a walk to cool down. He needed to clear his head before he want back to the Manor or to that
office and did something that he might regret.
Just as he began to walk away he heard his name being called.
"Draco, what are you doing here?" Draco turned to see that it was Snape.
"Nothing sir. I just apparated farther than I expected to" he lied smoothly, or at least he hoped to the gods above
that it was smoothly.
"Nope, try again. You never were able to lie to me. I've seen you manipulate even the strongest of people but
you never were able to lie to me. Now tell me the truth"
"Fine. I needed help with something and I when I apparated I never specified a spot or a person. I ended
up here but here is no help to me because you would never help me, not even if I was lying close to death
in the street" Draco answered, glaring at Snape.
Why he was mad at Snape he wasn't sure. Maybe it was that he was caught in a lie or it could be and most
likely was that there was no one else around to direct his anger at.
"Now listen here boy. I told you many years ago that I was here if you needed to sort out any problems. Don't
stand there and tell me that I don't care for you. You were like a son to me for many years and now you honestly
think that I'm going to let that just go away. No, just because I have a niece and a daughter doesn't mean that
I no longer have room for you. Now get your ass over here so we can have that talk" Snape hissed.
Draco did as he was told not willing to say no to the seething man
standing in front of him right now.
He felt a bit uncomfortable considering the Snape was like Hermione's father but he didn't know who else to go
to and know that the information he passed on would be safe.
He followed Snape to his office, every emotion imaginable crashing through his body. You wouldn't know it
though. To the average person he looked calm and collected. There were very few people that were able to
read him and if he wanted no one knowing what was going through his mind, then no one would know.
Draco sank down into the armchair that Snape so graciously conjured for him when they reached his office.
Snape himself just sat in a chair behind his desk and waited for the boy to talk.
Draco never did know how long he sat there in complete silence. For all her knew it could be anywhere from
5 minutes to 5 hours. He didn't know where to start, what to say or how to say it. To, be completely blunt, he
was terrified to say anything. Snape did that to him. Always had. He felt like he had done something that he
shouldn't have, yet he couldn't think of anything. Well, anything besides the obvious.
"I… I…I can't do this. I can't live like this anymore. It's tearing me apart. I feel like I'm ready to die. I have a heart.
I need to give it all up. I don't want to die. I want to say what I feel. I…" totally incoherent sentences came
tumbling out of his mouth. One after the other, the first having nothing to do with the next.
Finally Snape held up his hand to silence him. "Now Draco, do me a favour and start at the very beginning where
what you want to tell me all started"
So that's what Draco did. He started at the beginning. The very beginning. Ran through all the events from
Hermione's birthday to now. He talked about falling for her, giving up everything for her and, though in many
more words, finally confessed out loud to loving her.
Draco carried on for a very long time. He couldn't stop now that he started, and Snape just sat and listened to
the whole thing.
Contrary to popular belief, he had no idea what had happened between Draco and Hermione. So many people
had assumed that Hermione would've told him by now. But as was stated earlier, that only people that knew
what had happened between Draco and Hermione were Draco ad Hermione.
~*~*~*~Meanwhile~*~*~*~
Hermione sat at her desk, going over the events of the last few weeks. All she wanted was happiness, but
someone kept taking it away from her. Right now she felt truly alone. The only person that she could think of
that she even cared about anymore was Adi, who she loved to the ends of the earth. She couldn't handle giving
anyone love anymore. She loved her uncle, but that was different. It was mutual and expected but she didn't love
him like she loved her sister.
The last love that she had had that wasn't a family member was Draco, but even that had fallen through, and
Hermione had spent so long blaming herself, even though she let on to everyone that she blamed Draco.
She had fought with him so much in the last little while. Hermione needed help and she needed it now. She
apparated with a pop to Professor Dumbledore's office. She was the only one besides Dumbledore himself
that knew it existed.
He had set it up so that only she could use it. It was so that she could visit her uncle and Adi whenever she
wanted to.
She stopped and had a few words with the headmaster before heading down the stairs. She stopped when she
reached the statues of the gargoyles. She saw smaller, happier versions and her, Harry and Ron all trying to get
into the headmasters office with some urgent news or another.
She walked past the Great Hall and saw the all six of them heading into a packed Great Hall, dressed up,
Draco whispering something in her ear.
She continued walking, and past the portrait that led to the old Head common room. Dumbledore had shut it
down when their year ended; deciding that just a private room and bathroom in each house was a much better
idea.
She back tracked when she heard her name. "Hermione? Is that really you?" Anca asked truly surprised.
"Yeah it's me alright. How are you guys?" Hermione asked them, a little glad at the familiarity of this all. They
chatted for a while when Hermione asked "Hey is the password still that same?"
Steven nodded. "Okay, 'serpent's lioness'" Hermione said, her voice shaking ever so slightly.
She stepped into the unchanged room, and a whirlwind of memories crashed into her. Her birthday was one of
the most prominent. The best birthday she had had in years. She saw herself putting everyone's chain on them,
a huge smile on her face.
Next she saw one of her freak outs. The room was totally destroyed. She guessed it must've been after telling
Harry and Ron to fuck off. That she couldn't stand to be around them any longer.
She looked up to the stairs and saw herself yelling at a teenage Malfoy to get the hell out of the bathroom. That
had to be a favourite moment; it had been rather comical actually. I mean, no one got away with yelling at Draco
Malfoy, but she did.
Hermione turned and headed for the portrait hole, not being able to stand the memories. They were so raw. She
had been so happy but now that she looked at them she got herself into the whole mess.
She should never have befriended a Slytherin, they always screwed you over. She said goodbye to Anca and
Steven, and headed to her uncles office, not making anymore stops.
She didn't know why this was all happening now. She had been here many, many times over the years, a lot of
those times over the past month. She confided in her uncle or just came to be with her sister. She even sat in
the back of her uncles classes just to watch him teach.
She had had many kids come up to her after classes and ask her if she was really Hermione Granger. If she had
really been part of both of the most famous groups to pass through Hogwarts ever. She'd always mustered up
her best smile and answered that yes, it was true. Then she would excuse herself and go up to her uncle's desk
to help him take any marking he had to his office.
She reached her uncles office and opened the door. Only then did it all click. Only when she saw who was sitting
in the chair across from her uncle did she understand why it had all happened today.
Her uncle glanced up at her, but she shook her head and just sat in a spare chair in the shadows. She listened
to Draco pour out everything. Their entire past. Draco finally stopped, getting up to get a drink.
He stopped, frozen in his tracks when he saw something move out of the corner of his eyes. It was a slight
movement that most would've missed. It came from the darkest corner of the room, and it scared him for a
moment.
"Surprised Malfoy?" Hermione asked coming out of the corner.
"Granger, what the hell are you doing here? Your supposed to be at work"
"I could say the same to you. And I have more right to be here then you do. And where do you get off tell
someone everything that happened between us?"
"I needed to talk, it brought me here. Simple as that. Just how long had you been sitting there?"
"Only about five minutes. Just long enough to understand what you were telling him"
Draco spun to face Snape, "why didn't you tell me that someone had come in?"
"Because, though she didn't speak, she didn't want me to. And besides, it's not my place to interfere. I did that
once and look where it brought you two. No where. You guys need to listen to each other for once. Need to take
a deep breath and tell each other what's going on because all you're doing is yelling"
"You know what? I'm gone. I can't take living in this hell anymore than the rest of us. Look at me okay. For gods
sake, look at me. Look at what's happened to me. I'm not me anymore. I not Hermione Granger. What don't you
understand? I don't want to talk; I don't want to go back to my old self. I lived like that for too long. As much as I
hate the way I am now, I don't want to change. I like being able to hide all emotions, I like being able to tell
someone to go away without speaking. All I want to change is my past. That past that made me this way. I wish
I had never come here or made any of the friends I did. I wish I could change it all, and just not have any pain in
my life. But that'll never happen. I screwed myself over though. Malfoy, I've been blaming you for so long. I've
been blaming you for ruining my life, when it was me who ruined my life."
All the sentences that she strung together made absolutely no sense, to Draco or Snape. It was all things that
contradicted each other. (A/N: Yes I do realize this) But some how Draco got the point. He got the point that she
wanted out, out of this life. That she wanted to start over. In a different place, not here where the memories all lie.
But he couldn't let that happen.
Hermione turned to leave, but felt a hand on her shoulder. She breathed in deeply, she wanted to go. She
wanted to leave this country, this world that she lived in behind. But she turned around, meeting grey eyes.
"Please don't leave" Draco almost pleaded.
"Why?" came Hermione's icy answer before heading out the door.
"Because I still love you" Draco said quietly.
Hermione froze in her tracks, then turned around and….
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hey all. Is this mean?? Leaving it here for the next part to come along? Yes yes is. But I guess you'll all have to
deal with it. I'm sorry for the abrupt ending but it was to good to say no to so I just had to seize to opportunity.
I'm on x-mas vaca though, so I should have the first few chapters out for the next installment soon.
Oh, and to the apparateing thing. Draco apparated outside Hogwarts grounds and re-read the Hermione
apparating part very carefully and it should make sense.
Oh, and though I'm to lazy to list every name in here, I'd just like to say a big thanks to all the reviews that have
followed my story(ies) so closely. You really helped me. Also and big thanks to my Beta, MissyBird 12 (I think
thats it)
Well, till next time,
Puremudblood.