Woo hoo! Two reviews! Rock on! But more would be nice. Tell your
friends about my story! The truth is, I REALLY want to be a writer, and HP
fan fic doesn't really show my ability, but it's all I have now. I'm more
into screenplays, but my passion has really always been books. Right,
enough about me. the point is, in order to write well, I need constrictive
criticism along with compliments. Yeah. Also, I don't own HP people…pity…
Chapter seven: Explaining
I finally stood up. I had no clue how long I had been lying out there. there was darkness all around me except for the glow of the moon, so I figured it was out there for a long time. I could barely walk back. I was so cold from being in the rain for so long and was so drained from crying. I pulled my cloak hood over my head as I walked. I did not want anyone wandering aimlessly in the halls to know it was me if anyone saw. I started walking to the dungeons to the Slytherin dorms, but I stopped. I started off for the Gryffindor dorms, but stopped after taking only a few steps. I had no where to go. Crabbe and Goyle most likely told everyone in Slytherin and whoever else would listen what they knew of me, and I couldn't go to Gryffindor for obvious reasons. I was left with only one option.
I started in the direction Lupin's class. I prayed that he was there. Something told me that he would understand. I hoped so much that he would understand. He had to. I walked up to his door and knocked. It opened slightly as though with cation and I saw him. "yes Draco?"
"I," I began before collapsing onto the floor and started to sob. I looked up at my professor. I could barely see him due to the abundance of my tears. I begged him to let me in. "please." I said to him. He pulled me up and into the classroom. I sat at a desk and he stood in front of me. "I did it." I said. "I hurt him." I wiped a tear from my face and continued. "It killed me to do it. He hates me now. I hate me now." I didn't even look up once as I spoke.
"it's for the best, Draco." He said as he put his hand on my shoulder.
I pushed his hand away from me. I didn't want to be touched. I glared at him. my eyes, I am sure were full of hate. I didn't need to speak. He knew. How could it be for the best? We're miserable without each other. If this was the best, I could never imagine the worst. It didn't make sense though. How did he know all of this? "how did you know what my father and Voldemort were planning?" I asked him.
He walked away from me and replied. "Snape told me. He is a spy for Dumbledore. He was there when they planned it."
"why does he hate me now?" I asked.
"he does not hate you. He acts as though he does to throw others off."
I was so confused. "what do you mean?"
"there are students at this school who are to become deatheaters upon graduation. They know that you will not be joining them. snape has to act as if he was on their side. That means treating you poorly."
Everything seemed to make sense then. I hated it so much, but at least it made sense. "I have no where to go." I said to him.
"you may stay here." He replied quickly. It was almost as if he were expecting me. "there is a cot in the room over there." he led me to the back room and gave me some dry clothes to change into.
That night I couldn't sleep at all. I had a bad feeling about everything. Something told me that Voldemort would still kill Harry regardless. I had to find him. not being with his was tearing me up inside. I sat up on the cot I was desperately searching for sleep on minutes ago. I got up and walked out the door. I made my way through the classroom and was almost to the door when I heard someone whisper my name.
"Draco." It was professor Lupin. "Don't go to him."
In the midst of the darkness, I saw the outline of a person. "I can't take it anymore. I said as I sat in a chair. "Knowing that he is out there, alone, hurting. Hurting because of me. I need to go to him." I leapt out of my chair and lunged towards the door. Lupin caught me mid air and we fell on the floor. I collapsed into his arms and began to cry. I felt like I would never stop. He didn't speak at all. He just silently consoled me. That was all I needed. I needed his support. I needed someone to be there.
I sat on the floor with him until I couldn't cry anymore. I sat up and looked at him. "I don't know how much more I can take, professor." I said and wiped a tear from my eye.
"you need to Draco." He said back. "you need to be strong."
It was so hard to be strong, but I knew I had to do it.
Chapter seven: Explaining
I finally stood up. I had no clue how long I had been lying out there. there was darkness all around me except for the glow of the moon, so I figured it was out there for a long time. I could barely walk back. I was so cold from being in the rain for so long and was so drained from crying. I pulled my cloak hood over my head as I walked. I did not want anyone wandering aimlessly in the halls to know it was me if anyone saw. I started walking to the dungeons to the Slytherin dorms, but I stopped. I started off for the Gryffindor dorms, but stopped after taking only a few steps. I had no where to go. Crabbe and Goyle most likely told everyone in Slytherin and whoever else would listen what they knew of me, and I couldn't go to Gryffindor for obvious reasons. I was left with only one option.
I started in the direction Lupin's class. I prayed that he was there. Something told me that he would understand. I hoped so much that he would understand. He had to. I walked up to his door and knocked. It opened slightly as though with cation and I saw him. "yes Draco?"
"I," I began before collapsing onto the floor and started to sob. I looked up at my professor. I could barely see him due to the abundance of my tears. I begged him to let me in. "please." I said to him. He pulled me up and into the classroom. I sat at a desk and he stood in front of me. "I did it." I said. "I hurt him." I wiped a tear from my face and continued. "It killed me to do it. He hates me now. I hate me now." I didn't even look up once as I spoke.
"it's for the best, Draco." He said as he put his hand on my shoulder.
I pushed his hand away from me. I didn't want to be touched. I glared at him. my eyes, I am sure were full of hate. I didn't need to speak. He knew. How could it be for the best? We're miserable without each other. If this was the best, I could never imagine the worst. It didn't make sense though. How did he know all of this? "how did you know what my father and Voldemort were planning?" I asked him.
He walked away from me and replied. "Snape told me. He is a spy for Dumbledore. He was there when they planned it."
"why does he hate me now?" I asked.
"he does not hate you. He acts as though he does to throw others off."
I was so confused. "what do you mean?"
"there are students at this school who are to become deatheaters upon graduation. They know that you will not be joining them. snape has to act as if he was on their side. That means treating you poorly."
Everything seemed to make sense then. I hated it so much, but at least it made sense. "I have no where to go." I said to him.
"you may stay here." He replied quickly. It was almost as if he were expecting me. "there is a cot in the room over there." he led me to the back room and gave me some dry clothes to change into.
That night I couldn't sleep at all. I had a bad feeling about everything. Something told me that Voldemort would still kill Harry regardless. I had to find him. not being with his was tearing me up inside. I sat up on the cot I was desperately searching for sleep on minutes ago. I got up and walked out the door. I made my way through the classroom and was almost to the door when I heard someone whisper my name.
"Draco." It was professor Lupin. "Don't go to him."
In the midst of the darkness, I saw the outline of a person. "I can't take it anymore. I said as I sat in a chair. "Knowing that he is out there, alone, hurting. Hurting because of me. I need to go to him." I leapt out of my chair and lunged towards the door. Lupin caught me mid air and we fell on the floor. I collapsed into his arms and began to cry. I felt like I would never stop. He didn't speak at all. He just silently consoled me. That was all I needed. I needed his support. I needed someone to be there.
I sat on the floor with him until I couldn't cry anymore. I sat up and looked at him. "I don't know how much more I can take, professor." I said and wiped a tear from my eye.
"you need to Draco." He said back. "you need to be strong."
It was so hard to be strong, but I knew I had to do it.