AN: I'm sorry I had a total brain freeze and I ran out of ideas! But
now I have loads and loads! All angst of course. Oh ya and my friend Susie Asparagus is going to co write this with me. Now for the chapter you're all dying to know about. Warning it's sad!
Flashback
Hermione skipped into Draco and her study. Humming softly she picked up the books she need and was about to leave when she heard tidbits of Draco's conversation in the next room.
" I trust everything is in order Draco?" a deep voice demanded.
" Of course Father, she will be ready and willing." Draco replied harsher
than Hermione had known him to speak.
" Good, then she will be sacrificed soon. I will remind you Draco we had
wished to sacrifice that mudblood. However, you are right, scarifying a
Weasley is even better. Not only will it harm the mudblood but the whole
Weasley family will weep. It is too good to be true. They will finally get
their pay for disgracing pureblood heritage. I should hope you are not going soft my boy. " The voice replied. The voice was deep, powerful, and evil.
Hermione sucked in her breath, her eyes wide with fear. The mudblood they spoke of was her, and the Weasley must have been Ginny or Ron! Before Draco and his father could leave his room she fled from the study. She had to warn Ginny and Ron! She bit her lip, but that would give Draco away. As much as she hated him for doing this, a part of her still loved him deeply. She couldn't bring herself to rat on him. No, she would just have to talk to Draco herself.
Later that Day
" Draco we need to talk." Hermione said fidgeting with the drawstrings on her baggy gray sweats.
" What is it love?" Draco asked pulling her in close and playing with her hair as she sat facing him on his lap.
" I know what you're planning to do," Hermione whispered. Draco looked at her quizzically.
"What are you talking about baby?" Draco asked feigning innocence. He had a pretty good idea what she was talking about but if she didn't say what he certainly wouldn't.
Hermione sighed getting up from his lap she stood back facing him head down playing with the drawstring trying to gather her wits. Draco got up wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her close, head leaning down to rest on her shoulder.
" I'm talking about sacrificing Ginny!" Hermione said finally gathering the very last of her courage. Hermione felt Draco stiffen. Hermione turned to face him; his arms still round her waist. Draco's head was bowed down.
"Please Draco, just tell me it's not true. That you wouldn't join murderers
like them. That you would do that to a sweetheart like Ginny, because if you
me you didn't have anything to do with plotting her death I would believe
you, I truly would." Hermione begged him. She prayed that he would tell her
she was freaking out over nothing. But she had no such luck.
Draco stepped back, dropping his arms to his sides. Hermione's eyes welled
with tears of disbelief and sorrow.
"No, no!" Hermione screamed with disbelief shaking her head lightly eyes
wide with fear and hurt, so confused.
Draco ran his fingers through his hair staring up at the ceiling. He
couldn't bear looking at Hermione again but he knew he must, eventually. He
felt his heart give a sharp pain when he saw her again. She looked so
vulnerable, confused, and maybe even a little terrified.
" Hermione listen to me," Draco started to say steeping forward. Hermione
stepped back in response.
" NO! No, stay back. Just, STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Hermione said turning on her heel and running into her room slamming the door behind her, locking it quickly she behind her. She threw herself on the bed allowing the sorrow filled tears
she held back flow from her eyes.
How could he?! He knew how much she loved him! She knew he betrayed her,
that she should tell Ginny, but she couldn't bring herself to betray him.
Her heart still belonged to him. In fact she was pretty sure she had left it at
his feet in the study, in tiny pieces shattered like her happiness and her
dreams.
Flash forward
Hermione was snapped out of her revenue when Harry and Ron walked in.
Quickly wiping her tears she snapped her diary shut, stuffing it in her bad and
flashing Harry and Ron what she hoped looked like a genuine smile.
" Hey guys, what's up?" Hermione asked faking perkiness. That's when she
noticed the picture Ron was looking at.
" What's that?" she asked her curiosity getting the better of her. Ron
handed her the picture. She gasped quietly. It was the only muggle picture taken of
the 4. In the picture on one side were Harry and Hermione. Harry had wrapped
his arms around her from behind, Herm had her hands placed over his at her
waist, and she was tilting her head sideways and upward smiling lovingly at
Harry, who looked down at her in the same way. Ginny was in the front,
beaming. Her hands were thrown out to the side as she tilted her head. Ron
was behind her smirking, eyebrow raised, arms crossed leaning, against the back wall.
Those were the days. Before she fell in love with Draco, before he had
ruthlessly killed Ginny and stole her heart, before she lost everything that
was anything to her.
They spent their last train ride in silence, not knowing what to say. Each
in their own world. Sooner than Hermione thought possible they pulled into
Kings Cross. It was time to say goodbye. Hermione was both relieved and regretful at the same time. She still loved Draco a little but never seeing him again, that would help dull the pain of everything that has happened.
As all her Gryffindor friends came up, she hugged each and everyone of them
tightly, promising to write and deep down knowing they would never hear from
each other again. Finally she reached Harry. Hermione wrapped her arms
around his waist as he did the same with hers. Hermione gently rested her cheek on his chest as he rested his chin on her head breathing in her familiar scent.
They stayed like that, seconds turned to minuets. Ron watched them a sad,
sorrowful look on his face. His 2 best friends belonged together. Harry was
still madly in love with Hermione and after that hug she gave Harry, Ron was
pretty sure she felt the same way.
" If only they'd admit it," Ron thought to himself.
One other person watched the hug was a silver haired Slytherin. He watched
the scene from away, remorse, envy, regret, and longing clear in his eyes. Knowing if only he hadn't taken the dark path set out for him it would be him holding Hermione close, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
" Lets go Draco," Lucius said placing a hand on his son's shoulder. Draco
jerked his head, and then glanced at Lucius, and nodded his eyes a cold gray and his mouth set in a tight line. A new deatheater was born.
    AN: Sniff sniff, wow that was so sad! I really have outdone myself
this time. Too good, far too good. (As she accepted Academy Award, or what
ever other award there is for great authors)
" And, sniff, I'd like to thank all the little people I stepped on to make
it here." LOL. I'm so proud!
That was good! I added like one sentence but everything was really good!
Should I write ch.4 now then?
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now I have loads and loads! All angst of course. Oh ya and my friend Susie Asparagus is going to co write this with me. Now for the chapter you're all dying to know about. Warning it's sad!
Flashback
Hermione skipped into Draco and her study. Humming softly she picked up the books she need and was about to leave when she heard tidbits of Draco's conversation in the next room.
" I trust everything is in order Draco?" a deep voice demanded.
" Of course Father, she will be ready and willing." Draco replied harsher
than Hermione had known him to speak.
" Good, then she will be sacrificed soon. I will remind you Draco we had
wished to sacrifice that mudblood. However, you are right, scarifying a
Weasley is even better. Not only will it harm the mudblood but the whole
Weasley family will weep. It is too good to be true. They will finally get
their pay for disgracing pureblood heritage. I should hope you are not going soft my boy. " The voice replied. The voice was deep, powerful, and evil.
Hermione sucked in her breath, her eyes wide with fear. The mudblood they spoke of was her, and the Weasley must have been Ginny or Ron! Before Draco and his father could leave his room she fled from the study. She had to warn Ginny and Ron! She bit her lip, but that would give Draco away. As much as she hated him for doing this, a part of her still loved him deeply. She couldn't bring herself to rat on him. No, she would just have to talk to Draco herself.
Later that Day
" Draco we need to talk." Hermione said fidgeting with the drawstrings on her baggy gray sweats.
" What is it love?" Draco asked pulling her in close and playing with her hair as she sat facing him on his lap.
" I know what you're planning to do," Hermione whispered. Draco looked at her quizzically.
"What are you talking about baby?" Draco asked feigning innocence. He had a pretty good idea what she was talking about but if she didn't say what he certainly wouldn't.
Hermione sighed getting up from his lap she stood back facing him head down playing with the drawstring trying to gather her wits. Draco got up wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her close, head leaning down to rest on her shoulder.
" I'm talking about sacrificing Ginny!" Hermione said finally gathering the very last of her courage. Hermione felt Draco stiffen. Hermione turned to face him; his arms still round her waist. Draco's head was bowed down.
"Please Draco, just tell me it's not true. That you wouldn't join murderers
like them. That you would do that to a sweetheart like Ginny, because if you
me you didn't have anything to do with plotting her death I would believe
you, I truly would." Hermione begged him. She prayed that he would tell her
she was freaking out over nothing. But she had no such luck.
Draco stepped back, dropping his arms to his sides. Hermione's eyes welled
with tears of disbelief and sorrow.
"No, no!" Hermione screamed with disbelief shaking her head lightly eyes
wide with fear and hurt, so confused.
Draco ran his fingers through his hair staring up at the ceiling. He
couldn't bear looking at Hermione again but he knew he must, eventually. He
felt his heart give a sharp pain when he saw her again. She looked so
vulnerable, confused, and maybe even a little terrified.
" Hermione listen to me," Draco started to say steeping forward. Hermione
stepped back in response.
" NO! No, stay back. Just, STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Hermione said turning on her heel and running into her room slamming the door behind her, locking it quickly she behind her. She threw herself on the bed allowing the sorrow filled tears
she held back flow from her eyes.
How could he?! He knew how much she loved him! She knew he betrayed her,
that she should tell Ginny, but she couldn't bring herself to betray him.
Her heart still belonged to him. In fact she was pretty sure she had left it at
his feet in the study, in tiny pieces shattered like her happiness and her
dreams.
Flash forward
Hermione was snapped out of her revenue when Harry and Ron walked in.
Quickly wiping her tears she snapped her diary shut, stuffing it in her bad and
flashing Harry and Ron what she hoped looked like a genuine smile.
" Hey guys, what's up?" Hermione asked faking perkiness. That's when she
noticed the picture Ron was looking at.
" What's that?" she asked her curiosity getting the better of her. Ron
handed her the picture. She gasped quietly. It was the only muggle picture taken of
the 4. In the picture on one side were Harry and Hermione. Harry had wrapped
his arms around her from behind, Herm had her hands placed over his at her
waist, and she was tilting her head sideways and upward smiling lovingly at
Harry, who looked down at her in the same way. Ginny was in the front,
beaming. Her hands were thrown out to the side as she tilted her head. Ron
was behind her smirking, eyebrow raised, arms crossed leaning, against the back wall.
Those were the days. Before she fell in love with Draco, before he had
ruthlessly killed Ginny and stole her heart, before she lost everything that
was anything to her.
They spent their last train ride in silence, not knowing what to say. Each
in their own world. Sooner than Hermione thought possible they pulled into
Kings Cross. It was time to say goodbye. Hermione was both relieved and regretful at the same time. She still loved Draco a little but never seeing him again, that would help dull the pain of everything that has happened.
As all her Gryffindor friends came up, she hugged each and everyone of them
tightly, promising to write and deep down knowing they would never hear from
each other again. Finally she reached Harry. Hermione wrapped her arms
around his waist as he did the same with hers. Hermione gently rested her cheek on his chest as he rested his chin on her head breathing in her familiar scent.
They stayed like that, seconds turned to minuets. Ron watched them a sad,
sorrowful look on his face. His 2 best friends belonged together. Harry was
still madly in love with Hermione and after that hug she gave Harry, Ron was
pretty sure she felt the same way.
" If only they'd admit it," Ron thought to himself.
One other person watched the hug was a silver haired Slytherin. He watched
the scene from away, remorse, envy, regret, and longing clear in his eyes. Knowing if only he hadn't taken the dark path set out for him it would be him holding Hermione close, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
" Lets go Draco," Lucius said placing a hand on his son's shoulder. Draco
jerked his head, and then glanced at Lucius, and nodded his eyes a cold gray and his mouth set in a tight line. A new deatheater was born.
    AN: Sniff sniff, wow that was so sad! I really have outdone myself
this time. Too good, far too good. (As she accepted Academy Award, or what
ever other award there is for great authors)
" And, sniff, I'd like to thank all the little people I stepped on to make
it here." LOL. I'm so proud!
That was good! I added like one sentence but everything was really good!
Should I write ch.4 now then?
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