A Dead Man's Eyes Don't Forgive
Disclaimer: The usual.
Author Note: Wow! Chapter ten already. And I'm not even half of the way finished. That could be both good and bad. Hope you like this chapter!
Hermione's sneakers squeaked as she half ran half-walked across the Entrance Hall. She didn't know where she was going nor why. She only knew that she had to go. The air outside the huge oak doors was colder than usual for early spring and clouds were building on the horizon. Angry clouds that flashed with erratic lightning. Hermione walked against the wind and she sat on small stone bench. The cold seeped through her robes. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply.
"You've been avoiding me." Said a smooth voice from a grove of trees near her.
Hermione turned to face her accuser. When she saw who it was she stood and prepared to flee if she had the need. "Maybe I was."
"That's not quite fair. You never gave me a chance to explain." Draco said with a mediocre smile obviously apprehensive about something.
"There is nothing to explain. You only treated me nice for sadistic reasons. When you asked for forgiveness you were thinking about how you could get with me and then let the Death Eaters kill me. You know it don't you even shake your head at me you filthy chauvinistic Pureblooded brat. You are where you are because everyone in this whole school is afraid to say no. You are the product of nepotism. I wish I never had to see you again." Hermione spat at him angrily, color rising in her porcelain cheeks.
"If that's the way you want it." And with that Draco turned away from her and moved toward the Lake. He walked briskly down the pier and never stopped at the end. There was a splash and Hermione ran down the pier after him.
Hermione grabbed that blonde mop of hair and heaved him up onto the pier. She checked his pulse and pulled his eyelids open. He was alive. Probably just acting again so she would give him mouth-to-mouth.
"Pervert." Hermione muttered. Regrettingly Hermione lowered her lips to his and as soon as she did he sat up and their lips met. Hermione pulled away immediately but Draco put his arms around her neck and pulled her closer. She pushed him away and took off for the castle.
Hermione could hear Draco following her up the marble stairs but she didn't look back. Tears were collecting in her eyes but she refused to let them fall. Hermione wished she had let him drown. Someone grabbed hold of the back of her robes.
"Now you know what it is like to indirectly kill someone. Only you had the chance to stop it. I didn't." Draco said coldly.
Hermione watched as he turned his back on her and hunched off toward the Slytherin common rooms. Had he meant that?
Reaching the door to the Gryffindor common room Hermione said the password {frogspawn} and rushed through to her dormitory stairs ignoring the people looking at her quizzically. She stomped up to her room and flopped onto her red cotton comforter. Closing the curtains she finally allowed the long dammed tears to flow free. She buried her face in her hands. Sobs filled the small room.
Draco in the meanwhile slumped in a high-backed green chair in his damp common room with a butter beer in his hand. He stared into the fire. Images of Hermione danced through his mind. Her curls, her warm chocolaty orbs, her delicate eyelashes, the perfect symmetry of her teeth, her amazing smile that could light up a whole room, but most of all her small dainty hands that bore no jewelry. Such a noble finger is that that carries no adornment.
"Why have you forsaken me?" Draco mumbled to the flames that were now licking up his first finger. He couldn't even feel the burning. The skin was beginning to char. "Your self-righteous suicide, I did warn you you know." {These lines are from System of a Down's song Chop-Suey}
Draco remembered that day well. He had told Harry. Harry went anyway. Maybe he wasn't clear enough or maybe Harry was too thick.
"Assassins lie everywhere Potter. Maybe you ought to hide in your bed in your Muggle home so the Dark Lord can't get you. You'd be safe there."
"Stuff it Malfoy. I don't need any advice from a bastard like you."
"Have it your way Potter. You won't live forever you know."
***
`How could I have let this happen?' Draco thought inwardly. 'If only I could tell Hermione. She would never believe me after what she over heard in the corridor. I guess things will have to go back to the way they were. With her being the scummy Mudblood who I hate and me being the detested Pureblooded brat.' Draco suddenly realized that his hand was still in the fire so he pulled it out and through good judgment he raced up to the hospital wing.
***
The compartment in the back of Ron's old wardrobe was now being observed by none other than Ron. He pulled the small ring out. The sapphire glistened in the palm of his unearthly hand. Had Hermione gotten the note yet? Ron wondered. Well tonight was as good of time as ever for Ron to deliver the ring to his beloved.
***
Hermione roused herself and crept down to the common room. It was the dead of night, a perfect time to study. Hermione flicked her wand at the fireplace and from one spark, a roaring inferno burst forth in the grate. By the light of this flame Hermione turned to her book. Seeing a slip of parchment that she had not left there she flipped the book open to this marker. Her eyes once more grazed over Harry's measured hand to see the words, `Phantom Revealing chapter 9. Just read it.'
And read it was what Hermione did she read chapter nine three times over. That made up her mind. She would be taking a trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow to visit an apothecary. Just a little ingredient shopping. She had a potion to make. ~
A/N. Thanks for reading. I hope you all like this chapter. This series by the way is still dedicated to the remembrance of my friend Justin Irvine who was taken one month ago by a bigger enemy than any of us face, cancer. Please remember him. Please review too. Luv Ya'll lots! ~Hayley Annette {Inward thought, They like me they really like me!} Thanks so much for the new reviews. I never get reviews, this is a rare event!
Disclaimer: The usual.
Author Note: Wow! Chapter ten already. And I'm not even half of the way finished. That could be both good and bad. Hope you like this chapter!
Hermione's sneakers squeaked as she half ran half-walked across the Entrance Hall. She didn't know where she was going nor why. She only knew that she had to go. The air outside the huge oak doors was colder than usual for early spring and clouds were building on the horizon. Angry clouds that flashed with erratic lightning. Hermione walked against the wind and she sat on small stone bench. The cold seeped through her robes. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply.
"You've been avoiding me." Said a smooth voice from a grove of trees near her.
Hermione turned to face her accuser. When she saw who it was she stood and prepared to flee if she had the need. "Maybe I was."
"That's not quite fair. You never gave me a chance to explain." Draco said with a mediocre smile obviously apprehensive about something.
"There is nothing to explain. You only treated me nice for sadistic reasons. When you asked for forgiveness you were thinking about how you could get with me and then let the Death Eaters kill me. You know it don't you even shake your head at me you filthy chauvinistic Pureblooded brat. You are where you are because everyone in this whole school is afraid to say no. You are the product of nepotism. I wish I never had to see you again." Hermione spat at him angrily, color rising in her porcelain cheeks.
"If that's the way you want it." And with that Draco turned away from her and moved toward the Lake. He walked briskly down the pier and never stopped at the end. There was a splash and Hermione ran down the pier after him.
Hermione grabbed that blonde mop of hair and heaved him up onto the pier. She checked his pulse and pulled his eyelids open. He was alive. Probably just acting again so she would give him mouth-to-mouth.
"Pervert." Hermione muttered. Regrettingly Hermione lowered her lips to his and as soon as she did he sat up and their lips met. Hermione pulled away immediately but Draco put his arms around her neck and pulled her closer. She pushed him away and took off for the castle.
Hermione could hear Draco following her up the marble stairs but she didn't look back. Tears were collecting in her eyes but she refused to let them fall. Hermione wished she had let him drown. Someone grabbed hold of the back of her robes.
"Now you know what it is like to indirectly kill someone. Only you had the chance to stop it. I didn't." Draco said coldly.
Hermione watched as he turned his back on her and hunched off toward the Slytherin common rooms. Had he meant that?
Reaching the door to the Gryffindor common room Hermione said the password {frogspawn} and rushed through to her dormitory stairs ignoring the people looking at her quizzically. She stomped up to her room and flopped onto her red cotton comforter. Closing the curtains she finally allowed the long dammed tears to flow free. She buried her face in her hands. Sobs filled the small room.
Draco in the meanwhile slumped in a high-backed green chair in his damp common room with a butter beer in his hand. He stared into the fire. Images of Hermione danced through his mind. Her curls, her warm chocolaty orbs, her delicate eyelashes, the perfect symmetry of her teeth, her amazing smile that could light up a whole room, but most of all her small dainty hands that bore no jewelry. Such a noble finger is that that carries no adornment.
"Why have you forsaken me?" Draco mumbled to the flames that were now licking up his first finger. He couldn't even feel the burning. The skin was beginning to char. "Your self-righteous suicide, I did warn you you know." {These lines are from System of a Down's song Chop-Suey}
Draco remembered that day well. He had told Harry. Harry went anyway. Maybe he wasn't clear enough or maybe Harry was too thick.
"Assassins lie everywhere Potter. Maybe you ought to hide in your bed in your Muggle home so the Dark Lord can't get you. You'd be safe there."
"Stuff it Malfoy. I don't need any advice from a bastard like you."
"Have it your way Potter. You won't live forever you know."
***
`How could I have let this happen?' Draco thought inwardly. 'If only I could tell Hermione. She would never believe me after what she over heard in the corridor. I guess things will have to go back to the way they were. With her being the scummy Mudblood who I hate and me being the detested Pureblooded brat.' Draco suddenly realized that his hand was still in the fire so he pulled it out and through good judgment he raced up to the hospital wing.
***
The compartment in the back of Ron's old wardrobe was now being observed by none other than Ron. He pulled the small ring out. The sapphire glistened in the palm of his unearthly hand. Had Hermione gotten the note yet? Ron wondered. Well tonight was as good of time as ever for Ron to deliver the ring to his beloved.
***
Hermione roused herself and crept down to the common room. It was the dead of night, a perfect time to study. Hermione flicked her wand at the fireplace and from one spark, a roaring inferno burst forth in the grate. By the light of this flame Hermione turned to her book. Seeing a slip of parchment that she had not left there she flipped the book open to this marker. Her eyes once more grazed over Harry's measured hand to see the words, `Phantom Revealing chapter 9. Just read it.'
And read it was what Hermione did she read chapter nine three times over. That made up her mind. She would be taking a trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow to visit an apothecary. Just a little ingredient shopping. She had a potion to make. ~
A/N. Thanks for reading. I hope you all like this chapter. This series by the way is still dedicated to the remembrance of my friend Justin Irvine who was taken one month ago by a bigger enemy than any of us face, cancer. Please remember him. Please review too. Luv Ya'll lots! ~Hayley Annette {Inward thought, They like me they really like me!} Thanks so much for the new reviews. I never get reviews, this is a rare event!