A Torturing Self
Chapter 2: Together or not Together, That is the Question
By Nauthiz13
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or anything else that appears in the Harry Potter books. That belongs to JK Rowling. Characters and things you don't recognize, as well as the plot, are mine.
Summery: Can Draco solve his relationship with Hermione as well as murders… AT HOGWARTS? R/R! Criticism wanted. NO flamers though! (PG13- later violence and cursing).
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The next morning Hermione wasn't there at breakfast. There were fewer people in the Great Hall since It was the start of winter break. Draco knew Hermione was going to be here since they both agreed to stay instead of go home for the holidays. Draco wouldn't have gone home even if Hermione was going to.
Ever since Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, found out about them being home was like living in hell. He's father was a death eater and normally his father would be happy he had a girlfriend, but since Hermione had Muggle parents he forbid it, but he couldn't do anything about it, but he still tried. Lucius had a strict talk with Draco saying he didn't want a "mudblood daughter-in-law and a mudblood-loving son." Since their family was known for being a wizarding family, Lucius would even kill to keep it that way. In Draco's earlier years, first through forth, he wanted to follow in his father's footsteps and become a Death Eater, but he and Hermione had gotten together last year, their fifth year, and now he wasn't so sure.
Draco decided to go outside to think. He went back to he's dorm, got his heavy coat and went towards the entrance hall. It was empty, but as he reached the door a strange whisper filled his ear. He froze and listened.
"You ..... nev.. win, I sh... ..fy ..u, pic. yo.. ...ies, a.d pi.k them quickly, ru. run r.. ... I ha.. a gun, ohh Dr..., D..co, DRACO!"
Draco took out his wand and quickly turned, but the hall was still empty and the whispering ceased. Draco looked around a few more times, then lowered his wand.
"Someone is trying to scare me." Draco thought. "I can feel their presence, but I can't see them. Scaring me, amusing me, no! Mocking me!"
Draco turned and quickly went out the castle and down to the Forbidden Forest. There was about three inches of snow and it was still drifting down from a white sky. Draco shivered and put his hands into his pockets. Draco suddenly felt a little pain on one of his fingers. Draco quickly took his hand out of his pockets, but gave a sigh of relief. It was just a paper cut.
"Paper cut?" Draco wondered. He dug his hand in his pocket once more and pulled out a torn piece of parchment. It was the parchment Harry left last night. Draco started to figure it was a school note, but he turned it over any way and read:
Dear Draco,
We need to talk. I asked Harry to take this note to you (don't ask). Meet me at the end of Hogsmeade next to the mountain at 1:30 tomorrow. Please come. I know you're probably mad at me, but I want to ask you something.
With Love,
Hermione
Draco reread the note and looked at his watch: 1:20. He hurried to back the castle and to Hogsmeade. After a minute of quickly walking, he slowed to a walk.
"Why did Hermione have to choose such a cold place to meet?" Draco thought angrily.
After a few more minutes (Draco's watch read 1:35), he finally spotted Hermione waiting for him. She seemed a little anxious.
"Come on." Hermione urged, then turned around and started walking up the mountain.
"Where are we going?" Draco demanded, shivering.
"Some place secret where we can talk... alone." Hermione replied over her shoulder.
After a few more minutes Hermione finally squeezed between two rocks. Draco stopped right in front of where Hermione disappeared.
"Hurry up!" Hermione snapped as her hand came out, grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him in. Inside was a small cave with a small dinning table and twelve chairs sitting around it.
"What is this place used for?" Draco asked. "And how did you find it?"
"Oh! Er..." Hermione said unevenly. "Let's just say Harry stumbled across it."
"Potter?" Draco exclaimed angrily. "He knows about this place?"
"Well, yeah..." Hermione said slowly.
"When why the hell did you bring be here? Draco yelled.
"So we can talk about last night." Hermione said more sternly as she lit a candle on the table.
"I figured as much." Draco said, then thought to himself "Goodie goodies always want to set things right."
They both sat down at one end of the table, facing each other. There was silence for a moment, broken by Hermione. "Ok, I'll start. Why do you want to break up with me?"
"Me?" Draco said in a mocking tone. "I'm not the one suddenly announcing our break up because of a little fight."
"Well, do you want to?" She questioned.
"Yeah, I mean... Well..." Draco had to think about that.
Hermione didn't seem too surprised by that answer.
"Do you?" Draco asked.
"That depends." Hermione said, staring at the ceiling of the cave. "Are you going to keep acting like a jerk?"
"Look, just because we argued about my choice of professions doesn't make me a jerk!" Draco yelled.
"Well your 'choice of professions' makes you worse than a jerk, it makes you a damn murderer!" Hermione hissed.
"What if I want to be a murderer?" Draco exclaimed angrily, standing up.
Hermione looked at him blankly.
Draco could believe he said that.
"Well, if you want to be a murderer, then go ahead, be one! But I promise you, Draco Malfoy, I will not be a part of your life if you do." With that she left.
Draco just stood there. How was he going to choose if he wanted to become a death eater or not if every time he tried to decide he was hit in the face again by another problem. This time, it was what his true love wants and what he wants.
"Damn, what can I do now?" He muttered as he walked out of the cave and down the mountain.
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(Hint: for the whispers… the dots (.) represent letters.)
Chapter 2: Together or not Together, That is the Question
By Nauthiz13
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or anything else that appears in the Harry Potter books. That belongs to JK Rowling. Characters and things you don't recognize, as well as the plot, are mine.
Summery: Can Draco solve his relationship with Hermione as well as murders… AT HOGWARTS? R/R! Criticism wanted. NO flamers though! (PG13- later violence and cursing).
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The next morning Hermione wasn't there at breakfast. There were fewer people in the Great Hall since It was the start of winter break. Draco knew Hermione was going to be here since they both agreed to stay instead of go home for the holidays. Draco wouldn't have gone home even if Hermione was going to.
Ever since Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, found out about them being home was like living in hell. He's father was a death eater and normally his father would be happy he had a girlfriend, but since Hermione had Muggle parents he forbid it, but he couldn't do anything about it, but he still tried. Lucius had a strict talk with Draco saying he didn't want a "mudblood daughter-in-law and a mudblood-loving son." Since their family was known for being a wizarding family, Lucius would even kill to keep it that way. In Draco's earlier years, first through forth, he wanted to follow in his father's footsteps and become a Death Eater, but he and Hermione had gotten together last year, their fifth year, and now he wasn't so sure.
Draco decided to go outside to think. He went back to he's dorm, got his heavy coat and went towards the entrance hall. It was empty, but as he reached the door a strange whisper filled his ear. He froze and listened.
"You ..... nev.. win, I sh... ..fy ..u, pic. yo.. ...ies, a.d pi.k them quickly, ru. run r.. ... I ha.. a gun, ohh Dr..., D..co, DRACO!"
Draco took out his wand and quickly turned, but the hall was still empty and the whispering ceased. Draco looked around a few more times, then lowered his wand.
"Someone is trying to scare me." Draco thought. "I can feel their presence, but I can't see them. Scaring me, amusing me, no! Mocking me!"
Draco turned and quickly went out the castle and down to the Forbidden Forest. There was about three inches of snow and it was still drifting down from a white sky. Draco shivered and put his hands into his pockets. Draco suddenly felt a little pain on one of his fingers. Draco quickly took his hand out of his pockets, but gave a sigh of relief. It was just a paper cut.
"Paper cut?" Draco wondered. He dug his hand in his pocket once more and pulled out a torn piece of parchment. It was the parchment Harry left last night. Draco started to figure it was a school note, but he turned it over any way and read:
Dear Draco,
We need to talk. I asked Harry to take this note to you (don't ask). Meet me at the end of Hogsmeade next to the mountain at 1:30 tomorrow. Please come. I know you're probably mad at me, but I want to ask you something.
With Love,
Hermione
Draco reread the note and looked at his watch: 1:20. He hurried to back the castle and to Hogsmeade. After a minute of quickly walking, he slowed to a walk.
"Why did Hermione have to choose such a cold place to meet?" Draco thought angrily.
After a few more minutes (Draco's watch read 1:35), he finally spotted Hermione waiting for him. She seemed a little anxious.
"Come on." Hermione urged, then turned around and started walking up the mountain.
"Where are we going?" Draco demanded, shivering.
"Some place secret where we can talk... alone." Hermione replied over her shoulder.
After a few more minutes Hermione finally squeezed between two rocks. Draco stopped right in front of where Hermione disappeared.
"Hurry up!" Hermione snapped as her hand came out, grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him in. Inside was a small cave with a small dinning table and twelve chairs sitting around it.
"What is this place used for?" Draco asked. "And how did you find it?"
"Oh! Er..." Hermione said unevenly. "Let's just say Harry stumbled across it."
"Potter?" Draco exclaimed angrily. "He knows about this place?"
"Well, yeah..." Hermione said slowly.
"When why the hell did you bring be here? Draco yelled.
"So we can talk about last night." Hermione said more sternly as she lit a candle on the table.
"I figured as much." Draco said, then thought to himself "Goodie goodies always want to set things right."
They both sat down at one end of the table, facing each other. There was silence for a moment, broken by Hermione. "Ok, I'll start. Why do you want to break up with me?"
"Me?" Draco said in a mocking tone. "I'm not the one suddenly announcing our break up because of a little fight."
"Well, do you want to?" She questioned.
"Yeah, I mean... Well..." Draco had to think about that.
Hermione didn't seem too surprised by that answer.
"Do you?" Draco asked.
"That depends." Hermione said, staring at the ceiling of the cave. "Are you going to keep acting like a jerk?"
"Look, just because we argued about my choice of professions doesn't make me a jerk!" Draco yelled.
"Well your 'choice of professions' makes you worse than a jerk, it makes you a damn murderer!" Hermione hissed.
"What if I want to be a murderer?" Draco exclaimed angrily, standing up.
Hermione looked at him blankly.
Draco could believe he said that.
"Well, if you want to be a murderer, then go ahead, be one! But I promise you, Draco Malfoy, I will not be a part of your life if you do." With that she left.
Draco just stood there. How was he going to choose if he wanted to become a death eater or not if every time he tried to decide he was hit in the face again by another problem. This time, it was what his true love wants and what he wants.
"Damn, what can I do now?" He muttered as he walked out of the cave and down the mountain.
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(Hint: for the whispers… the dots (.) represent letters.)