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A/N, I just can't come up with a proper title. Please bear with me as I rearrange my options! Also the character POV's are in italics just for clarification.
Hermione crept down a dark passageway. She heard distant voices and they both sounded familiar. Draco and Goyle. She tiptoed forward determine to catch what was being said.
"You can't possibly really like IT, now can you I mean. IT is a Mudblood. That is a disgrace to the Slytherin House." Goyle said in a muffled tone.
"Of course I don't really like her. I'm only after her for laughs. Don't you remember our little deal at the beginning of term? About getting some no matter how..." Malfoy said with an irritable tone in his voice.
"Yeah I remember, but does she really count?"
"I don't see why not. You have to admit she is really hot, even for a Mudblood."
"How exactly are you going to do this, she's not just gonna jump in bed with you."
"I'm not going to drug her if that's what you think. I'm just going to use a little of my Malfoy charm. She won't be able to resist." Draco said. Hermione though close to tears could just picture the look on his face. A sneer. " I apologized to her the other night. She lapped it up. If she only knew. My Death Eater initiation is in two weeks you know. Well what better way to make myself welcome than to supply a Mudblood for torture."
"Do you think she really likes you?" Goyle questioned.
"Of course she does. But who cares. We both know I have the capability of murder, I mean look at those two saps out there in the graveyard. They never saw it coming." Draco said smugly.
Hermione almost broke down. She stopped herself just in time. She slunk back up the stairs and made a rather loud entrance, so they wouldn't have thought she had been listening. As she rounded the corner both boys looked up.
"Hermione! What are you doing in the dark passages by yourself?" said Draco with mock sincere concern.
"Looking for you sweetie cakes!" Hermione said in a sugary voice.
Draco's POV
That was quite a nice performance for Goyle. Draco thought, I haven't lost my touch. I really don't know if I love Hermione or not, but I am not in it to snog her alone. But that's what Goyle needs to think. What the hell... I can be a Death Eater and get the girl. after she falls in love with me, a few entrancing enchantments and voila I'll have the perfect marriage that my parents had.
Hermione POV
Well well well. If he plans to use me, I can use him right back. I mean , what if I show up at the Easter Ball with him on my arm, Parvati would die of shock and worship me for the guy magnet that I am. Besides neither of us would get hurt. It wouldn't be a romance, just a business arrangement. And besides he really does smell good. Like cologne hair gel and faint tobacco scent. I like that. So rugged and daring. Besides that he is hotter than hell.
***
Draco smiled and kissed her, he had no idea what she had just overheard. She collapsed into his arms where she fit perfectly in among his muscles.
"So Mione you wouldn't happen to have a date to the Easter Ball now would you?"
"Are you asking me to go?" Said Hermione coyly.
"Well yeah, indirectly."
"Sure I'll be your date. But actually I have to go back to the common room right now to help the first years with their Transfiguration homework."
"Well ok." Said Draco sadly, frowning slightly. Hermione kissed him and scampered back up to the common room.
"Malfoy, that didn't look much like acting to me." Goyle muttered as he elbowed Draco in the ribs on his way back to the Slytherin common room.
Draco couldn't contain his smile that he wore because he was taking the prettiest girl in all of Hogwarts to the Easter Ball.
***
Hermione lay in her cushy bed among her numerous scarlet wraps. Her mind was to plagued to rest. The comforts of Hogwarts weren't all they had been before that day. That day, the day that haunted every moment of her being. Not even sleep could save her from the constant panic that enveloped her in an all encompassing smoke that choked her and made her thirst for oxygen. Hermione wished for nothing more than something to take her mind off what had happened. Though many people had told her that what had happened was not her fault, she still questioned on a moment by moment basis whether she could have saved them. What she didn't realize was that this question was consuming her, like a tapeworm in her heart. Her soul writhed in the pain of knowing too much. She knew how warm Harry's hand had remained, she had seen his glazed green eyes, she had wiped the single tear from Ron's cheek. Had Ron seen Harry die first or had it been simultaneously?
Question after question pursued her mind like muggers in the night, waiting till she was most vulnerable then striking with venom. She was too exhausted to ward them off. Her little eavesdropping escapade had weakened her emotionally to the point where she couldn't fight back to anything. She couldn't figure out how Draco could be such a chameleon, adapting to manipulate anyone and everyone. Hermione tired of all this thinking, she closed her eyes and pushed herself to remember happy days with Harry and Ron by the lake. Amid memories of the scent of early summer air and visions of cheery sun glinting off the rippling water of the lake Hermione drifted to a place where she would be with Harry and Ron forever, her dreams. Though even in her dreams she was chased by ghostly eyes open to heaven.
A/N Sorry this chapter was so late, I've been quite depressed lately, boy troubles... they've been dying. ::sigh:: That must be why my fics are so morbid. Oh well. Hope you guys like them. Please review, it's the only thing keeping me sane right now. lylas ~Hayley
A/N, I just can't come up with a proper title. Please bear with me as I rearrange my options! Also the character POV's are in italics just for clarification.
Hermione crept down a dark passageway. She heard distant voices and they both sounded familiar. Draco and Goyle. She tiptoed forward determine to catch what was being said.
"You can't possibly really like IT, now can you I mean. IT is a Mudblood. That is a disgrace to the Slytherin House." Goyle said in a muffled tone.
"Of course I don't really like her. I'm only after her for laughs. Don't you remember our little deal at the beginning of term? About getting some no matter how..." Malfoy said with an irritable tone in his voice.
"Yeah I remember, but does she really count?"
"I don't see why not. You have to admit she is really hot, even for a Mudblood."
"How exactly are you going to do this, she's not just gonna jump in bed with you."
"I'm not going to drug her if that's what you think. I'm just going to use a little of my Malfoy charm. She won't be able to resist." Draco said. Hermione though close to tears could just picture the look on his face. A sneer. " I apologized to her the other night. She lapped it up. If she only knew. My Death Eater initiation is in two weeks you know. Well what better way to make myself welcome than to supply a Mudblood for torture."
"Do you think she really likes you?" Goyle questioned.
"Of course she does. But who cares. We both know I have the capability of murder, I mean look at those two saps out there in the graveyard. They never saw it coming." Draco said smugly.
Hermione almost broke down. She stopped herself just in time. She slunk back up the stairs and made a rather loud entrance, so they wouldn't have thought she had been listening. As she rounded the corner both boys looked up.
"Hermione! What are you doing in the dark passages by yourself?" said Draco with mock sincere concern.
"Looking for you sweetie cakes!" Hermione said in a sugary voice.
Draco's POV
That was quite a nice performance for Goyle. Draco thought, I haven't lost my touch. I really don't know if I love Hermione or not, but I am not in it to snog her alone. But that's what Goyle needs to think. What the hell... I can be a Death Eater and get the girl. after she falls in love with me, a few entrancing enchantments and voila I'll have the perfect marriage that my parents had.
Hermione POV
Well well well. If he plans to use me, I can use him right back. I mean , what if I show up at the Easter Ball with him on my arm, Parvati would die of shock and worship me for the guy magnet that I am. Besides neither of us would get hurt. It wouldn't be a romance, just a business arrangement. And besides he really does smell good. Like cologne hair gel and faint tobacco scent. I like that. So rugged and daring. Besides that he is hotter than hell.
***
Draco smiled and kissed her, he had no idea what she had just overheard. She collapsed into his arms where she fit perfectly in among his muscles.
"So Mione you wouldn't happen to have a date to the Easter Ball now would you?"
"Are you asking me to go?" Said Hermione coyly.
"Well yeah, indirectly."
"Sure I'll be your date. But actually I have to go back to the common room right now to help the first years with their Transfiguration homework."
"Well ok." Said Draco sadly, frowning slightly. Hermione kissed him and scampered back up to the common room.
"Malfoy, that didn't look much like acting to me." Goyle muttered as he elbowed Draco in the ribs on his way back to the Slytherin common room.
Draco couldn't contain his smile that he wore because he was taking the prettiest girl in all of Hogwarts to the Easter Ball.
***
Hermione lay in her cushy bed among her numerous scarlet wraps. Her mind was to plagued to rest. The comforts of Hogwarts weren't all they had been before that day. That day, the day that haunted every moment of her being. Not even sleep could save her from the constant panic that enveloped her in an all encompassing smoke that choked her and made her thirst for oxygen. Hermione wished for nothing more than something to take her mind off what had happened. Though many people had told her that what had happened was not her fault, she still questioned on a moment by moment basis whether she could have saved them. What she didn't realize was that this question was consuming her, like a tapeworm in her heart. Her soul writhed in the pain of knowing too much. She knew how warm Harry's hand had remained, she had seen his glazed green eyes, she had wiped the single tear from Ron's cheek. Had Ron seen Harry die first or had it been simultaneously?
Question after question pursued her mind like muggers in the night, waiting till she was most vulnerable then striking with venom. She was too exhausted to ward them off. Her little eavesdropping escapade had weakened her emotionally to the point where she couldn't fight back to anything. She couldn't figure out how Draco could be such a chameleon, adapting to manipulate anyone and everyone. Hermione tired of all this thinking, she closed her eyes and pushed herself to remember happy days with Harry and Ron by the lake. Amid memories of the scent of early summer air and visions of cheery sun glinting off the rippling water of the lake Hermione drifted to a place where she would be with Harry and Ron forever, her dreams. Though even in her dreams she was chased by ghostly eyes open to heaven.
A/N Sorry this chapter was so late, I've been quite depressed lately, boy troubles... they've been dying. ::sigh:: That must be why my fics are so morbid. Oh well. Hope you guys like them. Please review, it's the only thing keeping me sane right now. lylas ~Hayley