When The Sun Rises
Chapter 6-
When it all comes crashing down
Hermione and Draco's hug snapped apart as a loud slam vibrated the attic. Before either of them
could come back to reality, Lucius Malfoy began to storm up the steps towards the attic. Hermione
realized where she was. Quickly, she dashed under a pile of pillows and blankets. A second after
Hermione hid, Lucius reached the attic and stared his son straight in the eye. "What are you doing
in this filthy attic? Didn't you hear me call you? Were you purposely ignoring me?" Draco guessed
that he was so hypnotized by Hermione that he didn't hear his father calling him, and quite
frankly, he didn't care what he had said, Hermione was worth it. Draco had no idea where
these thoughts were coming from, but he knew they were true. "I came up here to, er- have some
quiet time to myself. I didn't hear you, I-" Draco paused, he had to lie, "I apoligize father."
"You should apologize, and you should listen. Now come to Knockturn Alley with me, I need some
things." Lucius said coldly. Draco followed, struggling to fight the growing urge to run back
to the attic, and stay with Hermione. Draco was quiet when his father went into shops, buying
evil things Draco didn't care to fight about today. He had to face it, mudbloods and purebloods
don't mix.
Hermione climbed out from under the pillows and blankets. She heard Lucius and Draco's
conversation. She heard them leave. She felt nothing. Well, not exactly nothing, she did have
this feeling, a feeling that she couldn't quite place. Besides that feeling, it felt like nothing
mattered anymore. She was a prisoner, a hostage. So, the little nothing named Hermione went
to sleep.
When Hermione awoke an hour later, Draco was sitting next to her, waiting fo rher to wake up.
She wanted to hug him, but she knew she couldn't. So, holding back her emotions, she sat up.
Draco turned to face her. "Hello." Hermione said. "Hello. I-I brought you this." Draco handed
Hermione a McTreacle's hamburger and fries. "Thank you so much, I- well, how did you get this?"
Hermione asked. She loved McTreacle's, but she pushed the food aside for now. She would rather
talk to Draco. "I snuck out and went there while my dad was negotiating with the
"Curses And Charms" shop owner." Draco said and gave a weak smile, a bit nervous. Hermione
smiled. "Draco?" Hermione said, her stomach doing flip flops. "Yes?" Draco replied looked her
straight in the eyes. A connection seemed to build between their eyes. Their eyes met,
their hearts met. "Is your heart beating really fast right now?" Hermione asked, nervously.
Draco's heart was definitely beating fast. "Yes." He said, taking a deep breath. At that moment,
Hermione was smacked in the head. Not literally, but it hurt just the same, if not more.
A tear rolled down Hermione's cheek. She took a deep breath. "Draco, we can't be together."
She said quietly. Several tears began to roll down her cheeks. Draco knew this, he hated this.
This fact, a fact that Hermione and him were from different worlds, different places.
She was a mudblood, he was a pureblood, a Malfoy. Hermione cried. Draco comforted her,
or at least attempted to. Draco suddenly remembered something his grandfather once said,
"Is hate a temporary word? In some cases, yes, in others, no. Is love a temporary word? Never.
Hate can be changed, or broken. You must not let anything get in your way, if you are truly
determined. Love isn't broken before it can begin, and if it is so dear to you, it is
unbreakable. Untouchable. But if you give up, ah, yes, that is when it all comes
crashing down."
Chapter 6-
When it all comes crashing down
Hermione and Draco's hug snapped apart as a loud slam vibrated the attic. Before either of them
could come back to reality, Lucius Malfoy began to storm up the steps towards the attic. Hermione
realized where she was. Quickly, she dashed under a pile of pillows and blankets. A second after
Hermione hid, Lucius reached the attic and stared his son straight in the eye. "What are you doing
in this filthy attic? Didn't you hear me call you? Were you purposely ignoring me?" Draco guessed
that he was so hypnotized by Hermione that he didn't hear his father calling him, and quite
frankly, he didn't care what he had said, Hermione was worth it. Draco had no idea where
these thoughts were coming from, but he knew they were true. "I came up here to, er- have some
quiet time to myself. I didn't hear you, I-" Draco paused, he had to lie, "I apoligize father."
"You should apologize, and you should listen. Now come to Knockturn Alley with me, I need some
things." Lucius said coldly. Draco followed, struggling to fight the growing urge to run back
to the attic, and stay with Hermione. Draco was quiet when his father went into shops, buying
evil things Draco didn't care to fight about today. He had to face it, mudbloods and purebloods
don't mix.
Hermione climbed out from under the pillows and blankets. She heard Lucius and Draco's
conversation. She heard them leave. She felt nothing. Well, not exactly nothing, she did have
this feeling, a feeling that she couldn't quite place. Besides that feeling, it felt like nothing
mattered anymore. She was a prisoner, a hostage. So, the little nothing named Hermione went
to sleep.
When Hermione awoke an hour later, Draco was sitting next to her, waiting fo rher to wake up.
She wanted to hug him, but she knew she couldn't. So, holding back her emotions, she sat up.
Draco turned to face her. "Hello." Hermione said. "Hello. I-I brought you this." Draco handed
Hermione a McTreacle's hamburger and fries. "Thank you so much, I- well, how did you get this?"
Hermione asked. She loved McTreacle's, but she pushed the food aside for now. She would rather
talk to Draco. "I snuck out and went there while my dad was negotiating with the
"Curses And Charms" shop owner." Draco said and gave a weak smile, a bit nervous. Hermione
smiled. "Draco?" Hermione said, her stomach doing flip flops. "Yes?" Draco replied looked her
straight in the eyes. A connection seemed to build between their eyes. Their eyes met,
their hearts met. "Is your heart beating really fast right now?" Hermione asked, nervously.
Draco's heart was definitely beating fast. "Yes." He said, taking a deep breath. At that moment,
Hermione was smacked in the head. Not literally, but it hurt just the same, if not more.
A tear rolled down Hermione's cheek. She took a deep breath. "Draco, we can't be together."
She said quietly. Several tears began to roll down her cheeks. Draco knew this, he hated this.
This fact, a fact that Hermione and him were from different worlds, different places.
She was a mudblood, he was a pureblood, a Malfoy. Hermione cried. Draco comforted her,
or at least attempted to. Draco suddenly remembered something his grandfather once said,
"Is hate a temporary word? In some cases, yes, in others, no. Is love a temporary word? Never.
Hate can be changed, or broken. You must not let anything get in your way, if you are truly
determined. Love isn't broken before it can begin, and if it is so dear to you, it is
unbreakable. Untouchable. But if you give up, ah, yes, that is when it all comes
crashing down."
