Note: Sorry it took me AGES to update! Its just that I've got loads of
stuffs to do for school.. anyway this chap well its kind of hard on
Hermione's part, just don't flame me telling me u don't like her here coz
she seems so detached from reason. Please read and review! (*sniff* I would
really LOVE to get more reviews pleeease?)
Obscurity.. in the middle of a long dark hall.. walking.. running.. cloud of light a few meters ahead was coming into view, the only hope for safety, away from the threat of suffocation. Running towards it desperately.. feeling his knees starting to give away out of exhaustion, then he was faced with a giant eagle, wings outstretched, striking red eyes that saw right through. He wanted to run but his legs wont carry him anywhere, and even if it did, where would he hide? There was no place to go.. very helpful he thought bitterly, then as if on a sudden notion, the winged creature opened its pointed beak..
"Make sure that everything goes according to how I wish it too.. or else I would devour the rest of what is left for your life.." came a soft hiss, that barely suited a bird but that of a snake hidden underground so deeply provoking.. deadly. all of a sudden, a sensation he felt.. abruptly his body was stunned in his place unable to move, staring helplessly at the hideous creature, in which from above an image emerged.. translucent at first, an empty silhouette that slowly started to make sense, it was his father eyes directly fixed on his, piercing maybe even menacing… "My wish.. my only yearning.. Avenge my death…. Avenge it my son … Even if it kills you.. Even if it is the last thing you have to do on Earth" Came his deep commanding voice.. in a tone so solemn that as if the words itself was as deadly as the meaning it contains.
Draco narrows his gaze., caught off-guard with the vision of someone he had so painfully lost... his voice, dove deep within the alarming sense of a stained heart, echoing through the long hall.. wanting to reach out and feel. Slowly, the scene flew right before him.. everything started to swirl.. a second, a minute.. the lot was pitchblack.
He gently opened his eyes, seeing the familiar dull white ceiling, he turned and saw the open window, purplish and light yellow shades of colors stretching across the deep horizon signaling the rise of the bright morning sun. The break of dawn, and here he was sweating, breath coming in short gasps.. feeling a heavy weight on his right shoulder, unfamiliar traces of loose dark brown hair across his chest, either he was hallucinating or he has developed a large amount of chest hair (not his color) overnight. Just as if he had recovered from a state of amnesia, all the memories of the previous hours flowed through his mind enveloping and striking an empty heart, so hollow a lump inside his body. Making a jumbled commotion of his logical senses with the irrational behavior he had acted a few moments ago. And he realized that he was now having a brief recollection of his stupidity, a clownish presentation of the weakness creeping on him.. then the sound of mild placidly calm breaths in the air amidst his confusion interrupted him.
It was Hermione, sleeping serenely beside him. One arm hang limply across his stomach as if it was the most typical thing in the world to do, a part of him wanted to yank it off and the better one wanted to make it flow against his firm chest, lust was dirtily stretching across his mind, before he could even do something about it slowly, trying his best not to wake her up he rested her head on the pillow beside him. Better to ponder on it instead of resorting to his drastic actions.. carefully avoiding the slightest movement that might provoke the calm slumber.
Getting up from the hospital's bed while opening a few buttons of his nightshirt which seemed to tighten against him every passing second. Making his way to the opened window slowly taking deep breaths to calm himself from the downpour of tormenting sentiments threatening to engulf all his reasons.
"Just a few doses of healing potion and plant stings.. and you acted like a totally sloppy bastard.." muttering to himself..
He looked back at her tranquil figure, the mild contours of her gentle face.. the long lashes that slid down her cheeks.. looking like an angel.. an angel on fire that if he didn't put out will burn the rest of him. As if the dull dark and hard feelings he had deep within him could just melt away. He shook his head.. it was a game.. all a game. And he must make sure he doesn't fall into his own trap. What Draco wants he gets… he took one last glance at her.. and smiled weakly to himself. Briefly recalling the dreams, This was going to be the last peaceful sleep she'll ever have… and once I hit you big time, you'll never be the same Granger.
Hermione opened her eyes from a wonderful dream.. of magic, of power of love.. but whatever it was exactly she couldn't dredge up, all she knew was that all seemed unspoiled. She turned her head, expectant to see how he looked asleep, if he still held the captivating magnetism that glows with everything that is him. But to her dismay she found herself laying all alone in bed. Immediately getting up.. She searched for him inside the room, Expecting to find him standing somewhere else it seemed a lot like him not to stay in one place too long . But he was nowhere to be seen.. feeling her heart drop down to her feet..
"Now now.. where could you possibly think Mr Malfoy went off? I came here right when I woke up this morning and saw his bed empty! And to think he could at least show some signs that he still cares for his health.."
She listened as Madame Pomfrey approached the room, and checked her out a little bit..
"I have no idea… I wish I knew.." she murmured in reply to the nurse's questioning stare. They both turned upon hearing a soft knock on the door.
"I see you have some visitors.." Madame Pomfrey said knowingly without even opening the door for confirmation..
As she had expected she saw two familiar figures emerging from the doorway, concerned faces that she had been so use to seeing in all her years as a student in Hogwarts. Madame Pomfrey left the room to confer to them some privacy and for a few moments there seemed to be an eerily silence filling the air, an awkward moment. But Hermione wasn't really in the mood to break the thickening air around them. The clock was ticking, and she just felt… so unlike herself.. so weird.
"Um.. we wanted to see if you're ok.." Ron mumbled in a low voice that almost resembled that of a whisper. So much like Ron not to bear the silence and awkwardness in the atmosphere. But for some strange reasons she felt uncanny, that by some means this people.. in front of her didn't comprehend to the state she was in at all. Too much perplexity taking over that it was so hard to open up…
"Well Im doing ok.."
"Where's Malfoy?" Ron suddenly blurted out, looking around as if expecting someone to jump up on him from behind.
"Do I look like his keeper?"
"I was just asking…" he mumbled again… Harry looked like he had suddenly developed a new interest in his glasses as he took them off pretending to study it.
"Stop it Harry its irritating.." hermione said
"What?!"
"Its not like you could see anything without your glasses on.." she muttered knowingly
"Funny hermione huh? How you could give the impression of knowing a lot about Harry and me and yet this past few days we feel like we don't recognize you at all. Just because of that that.. silver haired boy who resembles a veela when they're all angry and ugly.. come to think of it they look a whole lot better than Malfoy. Don't they Harry? And of course at one time or the other he can transform into some.." Ron spatted out
she looked away, hoping it might stop the flood of insults that Ron was creatively coming up with.. afraid to see the judgement in his eyes, scared that he might recognize whatever that she had so carelessly done that night. In her desperate attempt to reach out to Draco.. she just felt so cheap and low, useless.. worthless maybe? But surely it was nothing like how the usual Hermione Granger would act.
"Give her a break Ron.. she just got out of an accident.." Harry scolded
She silently thanked Harry in her mind.. Wanting to apologize, but its as if her tongue wouldn't obey, it had developed a mind of its own.. and her brain..well it just lost all of its senses.. Swallowing instead sending the unexpressed words down her throat careening away from the risk of an outburst.
"So…"
"I guess Ill we'll just see you around…" Harry suddenly said rather quickly as if for some reason he was eager to get out of the room. Well, Hermione can't really blame him.
nodding silently in reply, she watched as they made their way out of the room without any second glance. Ron was in Harry's tail, he looked back at her once for a moment before closing the door behind him.. it wasn't much for Hermione to calculate, if he was accusing.. but knowing Ron.. oh well it had to be something to do with Malfoy, and it also seemed as if they weren't only walking out a door, but her life.
"Expositus…." He whispered, holding his wand against the white gold locket in his palm, he found the trinket stashed in the stack of messy papers on top the table when he came back from the hospital wing. Spending almost an hour figuring out where it came from, and why it wouldn't open, trying every possible spell, and curiousity was killing him. He fought the urge to grab a muggle hammer and smash the fucking thing into pieces. It was set their for a reason, it wasn't as if some bitch decided to give some sweet present after an accident.. could someone possibly think I could be that sleazy? He ignored the soft tapping sound that was continuously taunting, not in the mood to make a big fuss about it since he was too much engrossed in his thoughts. "I am going to open you little locket even if I take a whole damn day doing so.."
"Where the hell did this came from.." he mumbled getting up from bed, taking a few paces back and fourth, he gently ran his hand across his forehead through the tangled mess of silvery white hair that was feeling like a heavy blob on top of his head.
The tapping sound urged on.. and was really starting to piss him off. So he decided to check out the only window in the room which was hidden by a dark black slytherin curtain.
He pryed it open and saw a small dark bird outside it holding a parchment on its beak.. "Directus…" he said with his wand against the window and it slowly opened, the bird hastily dropped the parchment on his window and immediately fled out of his sight.
"Crines Puella's Fatum…." It said in latin.. his smart mind immediately calculated on what it meant. Locket.. portkey.. for the girl's doom. Of course the girl could be no one else but Granger, either that or Voldemort wanted him to seduce Gonagall and strangle her with it, come to think of it that would be quite a challenge. Then he sighed, "I don't think Gonagall can be classified as a "girl"" he mumbled.. Old hag maybe or a girl 890 years ago.. sounds like he could just think about going back to his best laid plans. And Voldemort was trying to see to it that he didn't forget it either. He took a seat on his bed.. and laid down on it. Staring blankly up the ceiling… priorities.. priorities.. he whispered… he envisioned himself somewhere in a dark tower. The ruler of the wizarding world everyone was waiting on him, The Weasley brothers had dog collars around their necks while they barked at visitors of course Ronald wouldn't be one of them since he'd be busying himself hanging upside down tied on one of the branches of the whomping willow going round and round.. Harry on the other hand.. well there was so many possible things to do to him.. torture for one thing.. and Hermione.. wonder how well she'll look on one of those erotic costumes? Although he wasn't quite sure on how good her body looked naked.. nonono scratch that one out.. . she'll be well off dead..
"A Simple dull witted girl you cant handle? Well what about the rest of the world?!?" a voice inside his head said..
"yeah yeah.." he said.. then he immediately got up.. "But you know she's one hell of a girl that little bitch…"
"You're not going to ruin everything just because of her right? You've been with a lot of girls before.. women with experience, much beauty.. she's nothing!!" the voice said back.. before enabling himself to reply, he stopped dead on his tracks.
"IM HEARING VOICES IN MY HEAD.. I just fucking spoke to the little voice in my head! GOD DAMN IT IM GOING CRAZY.." he shouted, trying his best not to smash the mirror beside him..
"Cool yourself.. cool it.." he mumbled at his troubled reflection. Trying to imagine how life would be like if he was the Dark lord to calm himself. he really needed to set his life straight or he was seriously on the verge of being a lunatic.
She wasn't in the mood for class at all, annoyingly she tugged on her robes which were clumsily falling out of her shoulders. Feeling all tired and dried up although she had just woken up from slumber. But the loads of homework that was stacked on top of the other on her aching arm wouldn't let her forget of the sleepless nights ahead. But it didn't matter.. no at the moment anyway, nothing else mattered. Maybe it was because of all the episodes happening this past few days.. how she had been losing herself in the mystic scare of what Malfoy was making her experience. she continued to walk.. staring up at the dark ceiling.. which made her take a halt. Gryffindor.. had lighter ceilings.. all of a sudden she realized the path.. it wasn't to the route of the Gryffinor dormroom but to the slytherin hall, not even aware of how she was able to get to that bearing but here she was.. right infront of the painting that led to the Slytherins Dorm. Too late for when she was about to turn the painting infront of her swung open and a familiar silvery blonde head bobbed out of it. She was stunned in her place, not sure whether to run or continue on moving and try to remain unrecognized. Unfortunately, her dumbly calculating on the situation took too much time causing both of them to collide onto each other as the scent of his deep perfume filled her nostrills.. at the same time sending all that she was holding tumbling down all over the floor including her wand. Oh god.. she wasn't in the mood for another form of humiliation aside. Since it was evident from Malfoy's disappearance at the hospital wing that he made it clear that he wasn't interested with her at all..
"Granger.. What brings you here? Wow.. all this schoolwork? We were just on the wing overnight.. not 3 years as far as I'm concerned, unless I've totally lost track of time" he said.. staring at her..
"Uh hi…NO! they're not homework.. well.. um they are but I'm not like doing it or anything " she said nervously avoiding his gaze keeping her eyes fixed down the floor.
"Hmm.. what's with the marveling with the Hogwarts castle's floor? Oh come on Hermione.. its not like you to be reprehensible of your soft spot for schoolwork?" he said, she couldn't bare it anymore so she slowly looked up to him, he had the familiar twinkle in his lovely grey eyes.. but she wasn't sure if it was for humor, or annoyance. But the sheer simplicity of his gaze made every muscle of her body quiver with excitement.
"Well.. um.. I kind of.. got lost.. I was deep in my thought and..well fuck it!!! So this is my homework and Im gonna do it!!! Not that it degrades my womanhood or anything and you should just stop judging other people for the amount of time they devote on schoolwork or if they don't think wearing make up is essential to leading a customary existence like other conventional girls do!" she blurted out
"Huh? Um.. (long pause as if he was trying to pick the right words to say) whatever? No explanations.. I thought so.. the library is way way far from this place. Now if you'll excuse me I've got some work to do!" he said nonchantly as if he was just a commoner in the castle and he didn't want to waste anytime on her.. an ordinary student. she stood frozen as he eluded her without even much of a wave.. well who was she anyway?
She turned a bright crimson red.. clear of the huge amount of shame brought upon by none other than herself. She couldn't believe herself.. how she possible even consider the fact that the school's all around personality and most sought after guy would even think of her? And how could she ever so sensible waste logical reasonings on something so way beyond comprehension?
She was so lost in thinking and she wasn't able to see the grin that spread across Draco's face upon seeing the bewildered and hurt expression on her face when… judging from what he saw.. things would be really easy for him. And oh my, what a fierce outburst! Definitely a whole lot happier now knowing that he's coming back to his senses, and the old charm was slowly creeping up.. the game was already starting and this was the real part of it all.. the locket was in his pocket. And on the other was of course Hermione's wand which she had clumsily dropped and unnoticeably stolen by him when the fortunate "accident" happened.. Was that just attributed to a twist of faith anyway? He thought to himself, smiling slyly at his genius.. set up and ready to strike when he ordered it too.. all he needed now was some quiet little time. But for now, he's gonna give her some time to long for him, keeping the wand wouldn't interest him for long since it wont really work if the rightful owner doesn't have it, just a little hex and she could have it back to herself. At least he was given the consolation to know that he wasn't the only one going insane over the situation.. It was actually nice to know that he's in the lead..
Note: Expositus and Directus are both Latin for Open.. and well the others are just weird words..
Obscurity.. in the middle of a long dark hall.. walking.. running.. cloud of light a few meters ahead was coming into view, the only hope for safety, away from the threat of suffocation. Running towards it desperately.. feeling his knees starting to give away out of exhaustion, then he was faced with a giant eagle, wings outstretched, striking red eyes that saw right through. He wanted to run but his legs wont carry him anywhere, and even if it did, where would he hide? There was no place to go.. very helpful he thought bitterly, then as if on a sudden notion, the winged creature opened its pointed beak..
"Make sure that everything goes according to how I wish it too.. or else I would devour the rest of what is left for your life.." came a soft hiss, that barely suited a bird but that of a snake hidden underground so deeply provoking.. deadly. all of a sudden, a sensation he felt.. abruptly his body was stunned in his place unable to move, staring helplessly at the hideous creature, in which from above an image emerged.. translucent at first, an empty silhouette that slowly started to make sense, it was his father eyes directly fixed on his, piercing maybe even menacing… "My wish.. my only yearning.. Avenge my death…. Avenge it my son … Even if it kills you.. Even if it is the last thing you have to do on Earth" Came his deep commanding voice.. in a tone so solemn that as if the words itself was as deadly as the meaning it contains.
Draco narrows his gaze., caught off-guard with the vision of someone he had so painfully lost... his voice, dove deep within the alarming sense of a stained heart, echoing through the long hall.. wanting to reach out and feel. Slowly, the scene flew right before him.. everything started to swirl.. a second, a minute.. the lot was pitchblack.
He gently opened his eyes, seeing the familiar dull white ceiling, he turned and saw the open window, purplish and light yellow shades of colors stretching across the deep horizon signaling the rise of the bright morning sun. The break of dawn, and here he was sweating, breath coming in short gasps.. feeling a heavy weight on his right shoulder, unfamiliar traces of loose dark brown hair across his chest, either he was hallucinating or he has developed a large amount of chest hair (not his color) overnight. Just as if he had recovered from a state of amnesia, all the memories of the previous hours flowed through his mind enveloping and striking an empty heart, so hollow a lump inside his body. Making a jumbled commotion of his logical senses with the irrational behavior he had acted a few moments ago. And he realized that he was now having a brief recollection of his stupidity, a clownish presentation of the weakness creeping on him.. then the sound of mild placidly calm breaths in the air amidst his confusion interrupted him.
It was Hermione, sleeping serenely beside him. One arm hang limply across his stomach as if it was the most typical thing in the world to do, a part of him wanted to yank it off and the better one wanted to make it flow against his firm chest, lust was dirtily stretching across his mind, before he could even do something about it slowly, trying his best not to wake her up he rested her head on the pillow beside him. Better to ponder on it instead of resorting to his drastic actions.. carefully avoiding the slightest movement that might provoke the calm slumber.
Getting up from the hospital's bed while opening a few buttons of his nightshirt which seemed to tighten against him every passing second. Making his way to the opened window slowly taking deep breaths to calm himself from the downpour of tormenting sentiments threatening to engulf all his reasons.
"Just a few doses of healing potion and plant stings.. and you acted like a totally sloppy bastard.." muttering to himself..
He looked back at her tranquil figure, the mild contours of her gentle face.. the long lashes that slid down her cheeks.. looking like an angel.. an angel on fire that if he didn't put out will burn the rest of him. As if the dull dark and hard feelings he had deep within him could just melt away. He shook his head.. it was a game.. all a game. And he must make sure he doesn't fall into his own trap. What Draco wants he gets… he took one last glance at her.. and smiled weakly to himself. Briefly recalling the dreams, This was going to be the last peaceful sleep she'll ever have… and once I hit you big time, you'll never be the same Granger.
Hermione opened her eyes from a wonderful dream.. of magic, of power of love.. but whatever it was exactly she couldn't dredge up, all she knew was that all seemed unspoiled. She turned her head, expectant to see how he looked asleep, if he still held the captivating magnetism that glows with everything that is him. But to her dismay she found herself laying all alone in bed. Immediately getting up.. She searched for him inside the room, Expecting to find him standing somewhere else it seemed a lot like him not to stay in one place too long . But he was nowhere to be seen.. feeling her heart drop down to her feet..
"Now now.. where could you possibly think Mr Malfoy went off? I came here right when I woke up this morning and saw his bed empty! And to think he could at least show some signs that he still cares for his health.."
She listened as Madame Pomfrey approached the room, and checked her out a little bit..
"I have no idea… I wish I knew.." she murmured in reply to the nurse's questioning stare. They both turned upon hearing a soft knock on the door.
"I see you have some visitors.." Madame Pomfrey said knowingly without even opening the door for confirmation..
As she had expected she saw two familiar figures emerging from the doorway, concerned faces that she had been so use to seeing in all her years as a student in Hogwarts. Madame Pomfrey left the room to confer to them some privacy and for a few moments there seemed to be an eerily silence filling the air, an awkward moment. But Hermione wasn't really in the mood to break the thickening air around them. The clock was ticking, and she just felt… so unlike herself.. so weird.
"Um.. we wanted to see if you're ok.." Ron mumbled in a low voice that almost resembled that of a whisper. So much like Ron not to bear the silence and awkwardness in the atmosphere. But for some strange reasons she felt uncanny, that by some means this people.. in front of her didn't comprehend to the state she was in at all. Too much perplexity taking over that it was so hard to open up…
"Well Im doing ok.."
"Where's Malfoy?" Ron suddenly blurted out, looking around as if expecting someone to jump up on him from behind.
"Do I look like his keeper?"
"I was just asking…" he mumbled again… Harry looked like he had suddenly developed a new interest in his glasses as he took them off pretending to study it.
"Stop it Harry its irritating.." hermione said
"What?!"
"Its not like you could see anything without your glasses on.." she muttered knowingly
"Funny hermione huh? How you could give the impression of knowing a lot about Harry and me and yet this past few days we feel like we don't recognize you at all. Just because of that that.. silver haired boy who resembles a veela when they're all angry and ugly.. come to think of it they look a whole lot better than Malfoy. Don't they Harry? And of course at one time or the other he can transform into some.." Ron spatted out
she looked away, hoping it might stop the flood of insults that Ron was creatively coming up with.. afraid to see the judgement in his eyes, scared that he might recognize whatever that she had so carelessly done that night. In her desperate attempt to reach out to Draco.. she just felt so cheap and low, useless.. worthless maybe? But surely it was nothing like how the usual Hermione Granger would act.
"Give her a break Ron.. she just got out of an accident.." Harry scolded
She silently thanked Harry in her mind.. Wanting to apologize, but its as if her tongue wouldn't obey, it had developed a mind of its own.. and her brain..well it just lost all of its senses.. Swallowing instead sending the unexpressed words down her throat careening away from the risk of an outburst.
"So…"
"I guess Ill we'll just see you around…" Harry suddenly said rather quickly as if for some reason he was eager to get out of the room. Well, Hermione can't really blame him.
nodding silently in reply, she watched as they made their way out of the room without any second glance. Ron was in Harry's tail, he looked back at her once for a moment before closing the door behind him.. it wasn't much for Hermione to calculate, if he was accusing.. but knowing Ron.. oh well it had to be something to do with Malfoy, and it also seemed as if they weren't only walking out a door, but her life.
"Expositus…." He whispered, holding his wand against the white gold locket in his palm, he found the trinket stashed in the stack of messy papers on top the table when he came back from the hospital wing. Spending almost an hour figuring out where it came from, and why it wouldn't open, trying every possible spell, and curiousity was killing him. He fought the urge to grab a muggle hammer and smash the fucking thing into pieces. It was set their for a reason, it wasn't as if some bitch decided to give some sweet present after an accident.. could someone possibly think I could be that sleazy? He ignored the soft tapping sound that was continuously taunting, not in the mood to make a big fuss about it since he was too much engrossed in his thoughts. "I am going to open you little locket even if I take a whole damn day doing so.."
"Where the hell did this came from.." he mumbled getting up from bed, taking a few paces back and fourth, he gently ran his hand across his forehead through the tangled mess of silvery white hair that was feeling like a heavy blob on top of his head.
The tapping sound urged on.. and was really starting to piss him off. So he decided to check out the only window in the room which was hidden by a dark black slytherin curtain.
He pryed it open and saw a small dark bird outside it holding a parchment on its beak.. "Directus…" he said with his wand against the window and it slowly opened, the bird hastily dropped the parchment on his window and immediately fled out of his sight.
"Crines Puella's Fatum…." It said in latin.. his smart mind immediately calculated on what it meant. Locket.. portkey.. for the girl's doom. Of course the girl could be no one else but Granger, either that or Voldemort wanted him to seduce Gonagall and strangle her with it, come to think of it that would be quite a challenge. Then he sighed, "I don't think Gonagall can be classified as a "girl"" he mumbled.. Old hag maybe or a girl 890 years ago.. sounds like he could just think about going back to his best laid plans. And Voldemort was trying to see to it that he didn't forget it either. He took a seat on his bed.. and laid down on it. Staring blankly up the ceiling… priorities.. priorities.. he whispered… he envisioned himself somewhere in a dark tower. The ruler of the wizarding world everyone was waiting on him, The Weasley brothers had dog collars around their necks while they barked at visitors of course Ronald wouldn't be one of them since he'd be busying himself hanging upside down tied on one of the branches of the whomping willow going round and round.. Harry on the other hand.. well there was so many possible things to do to him.. torture for one thing.. and Hermione.. wonder how well she'll look on one of those erotic costumes? Although he wasn't quite sure on how good her body looked naked.. nonono scratch that one out.. . she'll be well off dead..
"A Simple dull witted girl you cant handle? Well what about the rest of the world?!?" a voice inside his head said..
"yeah yeah.." he said.. then he immediately got up.. "But you know she's one hell of a girl that little bitch…"
"You're not going to ruin everything just because of her right? You've been with a lot of girls before.. women with experience, much beauty.. she's nothing!!" the voice said back.. before enabling himself to reply, he stopped dead on his tracks.
"IM HEARING VOICES IN MY HEAD.. I just fucking spoke to the little voice in my head! GOD DAMN IT IM GOING CRAZY.." he shouted, trying his best not to smash the mirror beside him..
"Cool yourself.. cool it.." he mumbled at his troubled reflection. Trying to imagine how life would be like if he was the Dark lord to calm himself. he really needed to set his life straight or he was seriously on the verge of being a lunatic.
She wasn't in the mood for class at all, annoyingly she tugged on her robes which were clumsily falling out of her shoulders. Feeling all tired and dried up although she had just woken up from slumber. But the loads of homework that was stacked on top of the other on her aching arm wouldn't let her forget of the sleepless nights ahead. But it didn't matter.. no at the moment anyway, nothing else mattered. Maybe it was because of all the episodes happening this past few days.. how she had been losing herself in the mystic scare of what Malfoy was making her experience. she continued to walk.. staring up at the dark ceiling.. which made her take a halt. Gryffindor.. had lighter ceilings.. all of a sudden she realized the path.. it wasn't to the route of the Gryffinor dormroom but to the slytherin hall, not even aware of how she was able to get to that bearing but here she was.. right infront of the painting that led to the Slytherins Dorm. Too late for when she was about to turn the painting infront of her swung open and a familiar silvery blonde head bobbed out of it. She was stunned in her place, not sure whether to run or continue on moving and try to remain unrecognized. Unfortunately, her dumbly calculating on the situation took too much time causing both of them to collide onto each other as the scent of his deep perfume filled her nostrills.. at the same time sending all that she was holding tumbling down all over the floor including her wand. Oh god.. she wasn't in the mood for another form of humiliation aside. Since it was evident from Malfoy's disappearance at the hospital wing that he made it clear that he wasn't interested with her at all..
"Granger.. What brings you here? Wow.. all this schoolwork? We were just on the wing overnight.. not 3 years as far as I'm concerned, unless I've totally lost track of time" he said.. staring at her..
"Uh hi…NO! they're not homework.. well.. um they are but I'm not like doing it or anything " she said nervously avoiding his gaze keeping her eyes fixed down the floor.
"Hmm.. what's with the marveling with the Hogwarts castle's floor? Oh come on Hermione.. its not like you to be reprehensible of your soft spot for schoolwork?" he said, she couldn't bare it anymore so she slowly looked up to him, he had the familiar twinkle in his lovely grey eyes.. but she wasn't sure if it was for humor, or annoyance. But the sheer simplicity of his gaze made every muscle of her body quiver with excitement.
"Well.. um.. I kind of.. got lost.. I was deep in my thought and..well fuck it!!! So this is my homework and Im gonna do it!!! Not that it degrades my womanhood or anything and you should just stop judging other people for the amount of time they devote on schoolwork or if they don't think wearing make up is essential to leading a customary existence like other conventional girls do!" she blurted out
"Huh? Um.. (long pause as if he was trying to pick the right words to say) whatever? No explanations.. I thought so.. the library is way way far from this place. Now if you'll excuse me I've got some work to do!" he said nonchantly as if he was just a commoner in the castle and he didn't want to waste anytime on her.. an ordinary student. she stood frozen as he eluded her without even much of a wave.. well who was she anyway?
She turned a bright crimson red.. clear of the huge amount of shame brought upon by none other than herself. She couldn't believe herself.. how she possible even consider the fact that the school's all around personality and most sought after guy would even think of her? And how could she ever so sensible waste logical reasonings on something so way beyond comprehension?
She was so lost in thinking and she wasn't able to see the grin that spread across Draco's face upon seeing the bewildered and hurt expression on her face when… judging from what he saw.. things would be really easy for him. And oh my, what a fierce outburst! Definitely a whole lot happier now knowing that he's coming back to his senses, and the old charm was slowly creeping up.. the game was already starting and this was the real part of it all.. the locket was in his pocket. And on the other was of course Hermione's wand which she had clumsily dropped and unnoticeably stolen by him when the fortunate "accident" happened.. Was that just attributed to a twist of faith anyway? He thought to himself, smiling slyly at his genius.. set up and ready to strike when he ordered it too.. all he needed now was some quiet little time. But for now, he's gonna give her some time to long for him, keeping the wand wouldn't interest him for long since it wont really work if the rightful owner doesn't have it, just a little hex and she could have it back to herself. At least he was given the consolation to know that he wasn't the only one going insane over the situation.. It was actually nice to know that he's in the lead..
Note: Expositus and Directus are both Latin for Open.. and well the others are just weird words..