Chapter 9:
As she walked down the halls, her mind started to think madness. 'Maybe I should go back to Vincent. After all, he does like me, or so I think and Harry...no. I can't go back to him. He wouldn't understand anything after such a long time.'
She walked to the library to read away her pain. After about forty-five minutes, someone was standing in front of her.
" Watch out Zambini, your bitch has many spies. Aren't you afraid of what she might do to you if she finds you talking to ME?!"
" Cut it with the shit, Hermione. I'm here to talk to you." Hermione's eyes got wide." After you left, and said you loved Draco, well, he kind of spazzed and started to cry. He looked really dangerous before then, but I never though he could cry. I'm thinking that with the help of me and maybe some others, you can talk to him and get him back to his normal self."
" I really don't know what got into me Zam-"
" Blaise. Call me that."
"...Blaise. But I still love him" she continued." I hope I didn't make him crazy or anything like that."
" I don't know...he told me you were the first girl he ever 'loved'. Just try to figure it out now," he finished.
After Blaise left, Hermione sat in silence. The whole world was falling on her and she wasn't strong enough to bare it.
She dreaded the time dinner would come. And it came quickly. 'Okay, just don't sit by anyone until everything is clear,' she thought When she arrived in the Great Hall, she noticed all the fifth years and seventh years next to the fireplace .
" What's going on Cho?" she asked.
" They're all going home. The heads aren't allowed to go home at this point. Only for students who needed to make things up or had many detentions. They're going home by Floo Powder. 'Cuse me" she walked away to give Derek a hug goodbye.
Hermione didn't know who to sit with now. She would sit next to Susan, and she highly considered it. Then she thought about Vincent, but he left for home. Then Cho, but she was way too popular and Harry and everyone else practically was associated with her during eating times. She made up her mind to sit next to Susan-but not talk much.
" Hah! Susan just wait till the semester starts again. I'll show you sweet....We're going to beat those damn Slytherins!" said Justin, a popular Hufflepuff boy who was on the team and liked Susan.
" I never really said you weren't. All I was saying is that Slytherin has won many more times than we have. There still is a chan-"
" Susan! Don't think like that..." said her friend.
" Right, listen to your friend" responded one of Justin's friends. Hermione followed what everyone was doing and never talked. Susan sometimes asked her questions and she just answered in two or three word answers.
After dinner, she trudged up the stairs and to her dorm. She dressed into her sleeping gown and slipped into bed. She looked at the moon for an hour until she was covered in a soft blanket of sleep.
***
Winter Holidays flew by quickly. Students spent it with frequent trips to Hogsmeade, or winter games put on, outside. Hermione, who was obviously experiencing slight depression, kept herself in her room. She went out for meals or for the bathroom, but not many people who could get into the Head Commons room saw her and she let her friends in once in a while. Blaise came in once but he said that he had to sneak through Draco to get in her room-the commons room never the less. But when Hermione was all alone, she spent her lonely moments writing. Writing anything she could think of; poems, story's, and she even started a novel. The writing seemed to put her at ease instead of entering madness.
" Hermione? What do you do locked up here all day?!" asked Cho one mid-morning on the last day of Winter Holidays.
" I write, or watch you guys outside, having fun. I do come to the Great-"
" Hermione, you site away from everyone. I don't even think you can hear us, from where you sit. Besides, alot of your friends miss you. Even your old Gryffindor friends."
" Cho...it's ok..." Cho sat on Hermione's bed next to her.
" What are you writing? What's it about?"
" Oh well, I did all my homework already so I decided to start a book," she explained, pointing to a stack of papers on her desk.
Cho gaped with shock." Hermione, there must be over one hundred pages there! Why are you writing and what's it about?!"
Hermione didn't want to answer the first question she asked, so she thought she could get around it." It's a story, about witches. I plan on making it for muggles and wizards." The look on Cho's face was scared or angry, but Hermione knew what it meant." Don't worry. To the muggles, I'm trying to make it seem like I'm another muggle writer, depicting witches and other magical things. I wanted it also to be for wizards so I can reveal for them the way muggles think of us. I did research in Muggle Studies and read a bunch of fantasy novels."
" Good. Not too many wizards would be happy if you wrote that there are such things as wizards and witches and sold it to muggles."
" I have a feeling that some wizards wouldn't like the fact that I sold it to muggles either. Or the fact that a half-muggle wrote it..." she instantly thought of Draco and her eyes swelled up. She couldn't speak anymore even if she wanted to. The lump in her throat was swelling and hurt like fire.
" Oh, Hermione?" Cho gave her a warm hug." Oh I heard all about it! I'm so sorry. I wish there was something I could do." She paused," I don't think I'm alone either. All your friends, even Harry, Lavender, and Parvati feel sad and they miss you. If there's anything I-we-"
" Can you bring Blaise to me?!" she asked. She wanted Cho to stop it with the sympathy. She knew what Cho was aiming for-for Hermione to come out finally and get on with life. But life wasn't that easy to get on with when you loved two men and you maybe hurt both.
" Who? Blaise? Oh yeah! Zambini. Sure. You can always talk to him. He's probably one of the only Slytherin men who aren't such asses, I must admit he's such a sweety..."
' Give me a break' thought Hermione quickly.' He's going out with a whore, how dumbass is that?' She decided to stop Cho, " Just....get him for me. If you could, thanks," she said as Cho shut the door. She threw herself back to lay on her bed and looked at the ceiling.
Hours later that day, a fierce knocking pounded the door. It was obviously Blaise, since no one else was trying to get inside quickly so they're best friend wouldn't find them there.
" Come in" replied Hermione. The door opened quickly and shut slowly and quietly.
" Sorry for the delay, Hermione. It's hard to get by Draco. He's got eyes in the back of his..." he stopped talking knowing Hermione really didn't want to hear that.
" It's ok. I understand. Come sit down Blaise..." Blaise came to her bed and sat on it. The brown-haired, hazel-eyed boy looked into Hermione's eyes. Her brown eyes were filled with tears but he managed to get through them. After a long silence, she blinked and looked at the floor.
" So..." he started." What's the matter?"
" Have you talked to him? He seems to be having fun outside."
" He...I know he still loves you, Hermione. No doubt about that. He tells me that alot after playing quidditch or after winter practice..." He didn't like playing the middle." Here, come with me right now. I'm going to Hogsmeade for something. I know he won't be there. We can probably talk more there..." She looked up at him as though he told her he was going to kill her right now. He chuckled," besides, it would do some good to your complexion to become, lets say, normal again? Sitting in this dim room sure has made you pale and I don't want to know what you look like in normal light. Lets go" he took her hand and they slipped out of the Castle to the carriages.
A/N: Thank you ever so patient people! I'm overjoyed with your patience and liking for my writing. I'm trying to finish this story up so I can get onto my new Hermione/Draco fic....but I won't tell what it is!!! muahaha! I am also planning on storing these on a site so you won't hafta search for me^^
Again thanks and I plan on putting up chapter 10 (where someone starts to like Hermione) tomorrow!
As she walked down the halls, her mind started to think madness. 'Maybe I should go back to Vincent. After all, he does like me, or so I think and Harry...no. I can't go back to him. He wouldn't understand anything after such a long time.'
She walked to the library to read away her pain. After about forty-five minutes, someone was standing in front of her.
" Watch out Zambini, your bitch has many spies. Aren't you afraid of what she might do to you if she finds you talking to ME?!"
" Cut it with the shit, Hermione. I'm here to talk to you." Hermione's eyes got wide." After you left, and said you loved Draco, well, he kind of spazzed and started to cry. He looked really dangerous before then, but I never though he could cry. I'm thinking that with the help of me and maybe some others, you can talk to him and get him back to his normal self."
" I really don't know what got into me Zam-"
" Blaise. Call me that."
"...Blaise. But I still love him" she continued." I hope I didn't make him crazy or anything like that."
" I don't know...he told me you were the first girl he ever 'loved'. Just try to figure it out now," he finished.
After Blaise left, Hermione sat in silence. The whole world was falling on her and she wasn't strong enough to bare it.
She dreaded the time dinner would come. And it came quickly. 'Okay, just don't sit by anyone until everything is clear,' she thought When she arrived in the Great Hall, she noticed all the fifth years and seventh years next to the fireplace .
" What's going on Cho?" she asked.
" They're all going home. The heads aren't allowed to go home at this point. Only for students who needed to make things up or had many detentions. They're going home by Floo Powder. 'Cuse me" she walked away to give Derek a hug goodbye.
Hermione didn't know who to sit with now. She would sit next to Susan, and she highly considered it. Then she thought about Vincent, but he left for home. Then Cho, but she was way too popular and Harry and everyone else practically was associated with her during eating times. She made up her mind to sit next to Susan-but not talk much.
" Hah! Susan just wait till the semester starts again. I'll show you sweet....We're going to beat those damn Slytherins!" said Justin, a popular Hufflepuff boy who was on the team and liked Susan.
" I never really said you weren't. All I was saying is that Slytherin has won many more times than we have. There still is a chan-"
" Susan! Don't think like that..." said her friend.
" Right, listen to your friend" responded one of Justin's friends. Hermione followed what everyone was doing and never talked. Susan sometimes asked her questions and she just answered in two or three word answers.
After dinner, she trudged up the stairs and to her dorm. She dressed into her sleeping gown and slipped into bed. She looked at the moon for an hour until she was covered in a soft blanket of sleep.
***
Winter Holidays flew by quickly. Students spent it with frequent trips to Hogsmeade, or winter games put on, outside. Hermione, who was obviously experiencing slight depression, kept herself in her room. She went out for meals or for the bathroom, but not many people who could get into the Head Commons room saw her and she let her friends in once in a while. Blaise came in once but he said that he had to sneak through Draco to get in her room-the commons room never the less. But when Hermione was all alone, she spent her lonely moments writing. Writing anything she could think of; poems, story's, and she even started a novel. The writing seemed to put her at ease instead of entering madness.
" Hermione? What do you do locked up here all day?!" asked Cho one mid-morning on the last day of Winter Holidays.
" I write, or watch you guys outside, having fun. I do come to the Great-"
" Hermione, you site away from everyone. I don't even think you can hear us, from where you sit. Besides, alot of your friends miss you. Even your old Gryffindor friends."
" Cho...it's ok..." Cho sat on Hermione's bed next to her.
" What are you writing? What's it about?"
" Oh well, I did all my homework already so I decided to start a book," she explained, pointing to a stack of papers on her desk.
Cho gaped with shock." Hermione, there must be over one hundred pages there! Why are you writing and what's it about?!"
Hermione didn't want to answer the first question she asked, so she thought she could get around it." It's a story, about witches. I plan on making it for muggles and wizards." The look on Cho's face was scared or angry, but Hermione knew what it meant." Don't worry. To the muggles, I'm trying to make it seem like I'm another muggle writer, depicting witches and other magical things. I wanted it also to be for wizards so I can reveal for them the way muggles think of us. I did research in Muggle Studies and read a bunch of fantasy novels."
" Good. Not too many wizards would be happy if you wrote that there are such things as wizards and witches and sold it to muggles."
" I have a feeling that some wizards wouldn't like the fact that I sold it to muggles either. Or the fact that a half-muggle wrote it..." she instantly thought of Draco and her eyes swelled up. She couldn't speak anymore even if she wanted to. The lump in her throat was swelling and hurt like fire.
" Oh, Hermione?" Cho gave her a warm hug." Oh I heard all about it! I'm so sorry. I wish there was something I could do." She paused," I don't think I'm alone either. All your friends, even Harry, Lavender, and Parvati feel sad and they miss you. If there's anything I-we-"
" Can you bring Blaise to me?!" she asked. She wanted Cho to stop it with the sympathy. She knew what Cho was aiming for-for Hermione to come out finally and get on with life. But life wasn't that easy to get on with when you loved two men and you maybe hurt both.
" Who? Blaise? Oh yeah! Zambini. Sure. You can always talk to him. He's probably one of the only Slytherin men who aren't such asses, I must admit he's such a sweety..."
' Give me a break' thought Hermione quickly.' He's going out with a whore, how dumbass is that?' She decided to stop Cho, " Just....get him for me. If you could, thanks," she said as Cho shut the door. She threw herself back to lay on her bed and looked at the ceiling.
Hours later that day, a fierce knocking pounded the door. It was obviously Blaise, since no one else was trying to get inside quickly so they're best friend wouldn't find them there.
" Come in" replied Hermione. The door opened quickly and shut slowly and quietly.
" Sorry for the delay, Hermione. It's hard to get by Draco. He's got eyes in the back of his..." he stopped talking knowing Hermione really didn't want to hear that.
" It's ok. I understand. Come sit down Blaise..." Blaise came to her bed and sat on it. The brown-haired, hazel-eyed boy looked into Hermione's eyes. Her brown eyes were filled with tears but he managed to get through them. After a long silence, she blinked and looked at the floor.
" So..." he started." What's the matter?"
" Have you talked to him? He seems to be having fun outside."
" He...I know he still loves you, Hermione. No doubt about that. He tells me that alot after playing quidditch or after winter practice..." He didn't like playing the middle." Here, come with me right now. I'm going to Hogsmeade for something. I know he won't be there. We can probably talk more there..." She looked up at him as though he told her he was going to kill her right now. He chuckled," besides, it would do some good to your complexion to become, lets say, normal again? Sitting in this dim room sure has made you pale and I don't want to know what you look like in normal light. Lets go" he took her hand and they slipped out of the Castle to the carriages.
A/N: Thank you ever so patient people! I'm overjoyed with your patience and liking for my writing. I'm trying to finish this story up so I can get onto my new Hermione/Draco fic....but I won't tell what it is!!! muahaha! I am also planning on storing these on a site so you won't hafta search for me^^
Again thanks and I plan on putting up chapter 10 (where someone starts to like Hermione) tomorrow!