Something was very wrong with Draco. He couldn't help but give in to the
temptation to be what his father wanted him to be. When he tried to fight
the urges it was like something overthrew him. Draco was slowly
progressing into the ugly being like his father.
Draco hardly felt for anything anymore. Except for Granger. He was still attracted to that damned no good twit.
When he began to fell nothing, he thought it a blessing that maybe he would be able to forget that she ever existed in the first place. But now that his interest in the things he used to enjoy subsided he found himself concentrating on her more than ever.
He felt a growing need to be near her, just so she knew he was there. So she knew he was real. But mostly so that he knew she was real.
He was spotted in the library these days. So he could be in her presence and to isolate himself from the other Slytherins.
He found that when he was around the others he was more vulnerable to the nagging feeling that was telling him to join them. He wouldn't, couldn't let himself join them. He couldn't bear to think of what the life of a Death Eater could possibly be like. Let alone become one.
If only his realization of what his father really was came sooner. It would've made things a lot easier on him now. If only he could've gotten sorted into a more suitable house. Like, Gryffindor.
"No." He thought to himself. "If I had been sorted into Gryffindor then he would've defiantly killed me the summer after first year. He would've made it look like an accident too. Damn slimy git." While Draco pondered the possibility of getting into the Gryffindor house he grew angrier with his father. And didn't even notice the bushy headed girl that seemed to slip in undetected. By him at least.
A Gryffindor boy had noticed her. A boy her age.
"Hello Hermione. What are you up to today?"
"Hello Seamus. I'm finishing my charms paper."
"But that's not due until after Christmas break." He sounded dumbfounded and astonished at the same time and Hermione picked up on it as soon as the words left his mouth.
"Of course I'm aware of that. But I wanted to finish it before the break. In case I go home to see my mum and dad."
Their conversation picked up and before long they found that they had a lot in common and that Seamus did talk about things other than quidditch.
Draco looked around the room while he stretched his arms and saw them. He saw her next to him and she looked happy. Something not seen very much. He got up out of his seat; picked up the items he had with him and headed over to where they were. He was going to break up their little pow-wow, if it took every ounce of energy he had.
He walked to where they were. He stood in front of their table and as they looked at him he began to speak.
"Oh look the mudblods found a friend. How utterly sweet." He negatively emphasized the word sweet, to indicate he was completely disgusted with the sight of them.
"Buzz off. Malfoy. Don't you have a rat to kill somewhere?"
"Wow real creative. Seamus is it?"
In the background Draco and Seamus were still arguing over any trival thing that seemed to come to mind.
Hermione wasn't paying attention to their squabbling instead she was focused on Draco's hand. Not his hand particularly but what was in it.
"Where did you get that?" She asked indicating the book in his hand.
At once their arguing desist, both intent on hearing what she had to say.
"Well." She demanded.
He looked at her puzzled, then realized that she was referring to the book he held in his hand.
"This book?"
"Of course. Now tell me, where did you get it?"
"I found it, why." He looked at her with a suspicious look upon his face.
"No reason."
For some unknown reason to Hermione and to Draco, her diary made its way into the hands of the enemy. She was shocked by this. Of all people that could've found it, it had to be him. The one person she couldn't trust. Not with anything like her life.
He was now extremely suspicious of what her motive was when she questioned why he had the book and where he got it. His mind went to work. He recalled the day he found it. The memory flashed in front of his eyes.
Seeing as Draco was now in a world of his own Seamus and Hermione left the library, to go back to the common room.
But Draco stayed in the library he had to work out the weird vibe he received from her. He thought about it until he finally got it. The diary was hers.
When this thought first came to him he couldn't believe it. That a person like Granger could something so painful and dark was completely impossible. But the more he thought of it, the more real it became. The look she had given him. The fact he found it after she left the classroom.
It all fit like a demented puzzle. Almost as sad as his life.
Draco hardly felt for anything anymore. Except for Granger. He was still attracted to that damned no good twit.
When he began to fell nothing, he thought it a blessing that maybe he would be able to forget that she ever existed in the first place. But now that his interest in the things he used to enjoy subsided he found himself concentrating on her more than ever.
He felt a growing need to be near her, just so she knew he was there. So she knew he was real. But mostly so that he knew she was real.
He was spotted in the library these days. So he could be in her presence and to isolate himself from the other Slytherins.
He found that when he was around the others he was more vulnerable to the nagging feeling that was telling him to join them. He wouldn't, couldn't let himself join them. He couldn't bear to think of what the life of a Death Eater could possibly be like. Let alone become one.
If only his realization of what his father really was came sooner. It would've made things a lot easier on him now. If only he could've gotten sorted into a more suitable house. Like, Gryffindor.
"No." He thought to himself. "If I had been sorted into Gryffindor then he would've defiantly killed me the summer after first year. He would've made it look like an accident too. Damn slimy git." While Draco pondered the possibility of getting into the Gryffindor house he grew angrier with his father. And didn't even notice the bushy headed girl that seemed to slip in undetected. By him at least.
A Gryffindor boy had noticed her. A boy her age.
"Hello Hermione. What are you up to today?"
"Hello Seamus. I'm finishing my charms paper."
"But that's not due until after Christmas break." He sounded dumbfounded and astonished at the same time and Hermione picked up on it as soon as the words left his mouth.
"Of course I'm aware of that. But I wanted to finish it before the break. In case I go home to see my mum and dad."
Their conversation picked up and before long they found that they had a lot in common and that Seamus did talk about things other than quidditch.
Draco looked around the room while he stretched his arms and saw them. He saw her next to him and she looked happy. Something not seen very much. He got up out of his seat; picked up the items he had with him and headed over to where they were. He was going to break up their little pow-wow, if it took every ounce of energy he had.
He walked to where they were. He stood in front of their table and as they looked at him he began to speak.
"Oh look the mudblods found a friend. How utterly sweet." He negatively emphasized the word sweet, to indicate he was completely disgusted with the sight of them.
"Buzz off. Malfoy. Don't you have a rat to kill somewhere?"
"Wow real creative. Seamus is it?"
In the background Draco and Seamus were still arguing over any trival thing that seemed to come to mind.
Hermione wasn't paying attention to their squabbling instead she was focused on Draco's hand. Not his hand particularly but what was in it.
"Where did you get that?" She asked indicating the book in his hand.
At once their arguing desist, both intent on hearing what she had to say.
"Well." She demanded.
He looked at her puzzled, then realized that she was referring to the book he held in his hand.
"This book?"
"Of course. Now tell me, where did you get it?"
"I found it, why." He looked at her with a suspicious look upon his face.
"No reason."
For some unknown reason to Hermione and to Draco, her diary made its way into the hands of the enemy. She was shocked by this. Of all people that could've found it, it had to be him. The one person she couldn't trust. Not with anything like her life.
He was now extremely suspicious of what her motive was when she questioned why he had the book and where he got it. His mind went to work. He recalled the day he found it. The memory flashed in front of his eyes.
Seeing as Draco was now in a world of his own Seamus and Hermione left the library, to go back to the common room.
But Draco stayed in the library he had to work out the weird vibe he received from her. He thought about it until he finally got it. The diary was hers.
When this thought first came to him he couldn't believe it. That a person like Granger could something so painful and dark was completely impossible. But the more he thought of it, the more real it became. The look she had given him. The fact he found it after she left the classroom.
It all fit like a demented puzzle. Almost as sad as his life.