Disclaimer: Characters belong to J.K Rowling, except for the ones I made up
and the ones others made up. The story is mine.
I took things from Lion King, Gilmore Girls, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, many
of Nora Roberts Books, a couple things (turned into my own) from Cassandra
Claire's Draco series (wonderful story, read it!)
And a bunch of other things that I can't think of right now.
Witches and wizards ran around, most using dampening spells and such to rid the castle of the flames. Professor Dumbledore and the other teachers had powerful spells on their side, but nothing would extinguish the flames. This was strong magic.
Hermione gaped up at the large building, smoke pouring out of the windows. Beside her, Ron was making choking noises in the back of his throat. Ginny was openly crying, clutching onto Seamus, who for once didn't have anything to say. Hermione looked blindly away, to notice Arabella standing with some Ravenclaws, a somber look on her face. Dean was looking at the castle grimly, one hand holding onto his little brother. Her eyes came to rest on Draco; his face was paler than usual. His cronies around him stared dumbly, but what got her the most were her nemesis eyes. They were haunted, a bleakness in them that she couldn't comprehend. She felt the need to hold someone, anyone. When she saw Harry, she had her chance.
The boy who lived was on his knees, crying like he would never stop. Hermione quickly rushed to him and hugged him fiercely, trying to control the tears that sprung to her eyes.
"Well, well, if it isn't Harry Potter, blubbering like a little baby."
Hermione glared at the speaker, Pansy Parkinson stood there, her arm in Draco's. She had a twisted smile on her face.
"And is bucktooth Granger 'comforting' him? In a tried and true manner I can see."
Hermione opened her mouth to speak, hot tears coursing down her cold cheeks.
"Go away, Pansy, just leave." She managed to get out before another sob choked her. Ron had joined them and took Hermione's hand.
"And here comes Weasel, to get in on Hermione's action. She just gives it away, doesn't.."
"Shut it Pansy."
Pansy looked, shocked, at Draco.
"Draco, what's with you?"
He had an odd expression on his face as he looked at the sobbing Gryffindor. His voice was still cold though, when he spoke to the Slytherin on his arm.
"Nothing is 'with me' Parkinson, obviously you can't get it through your thick skull that there is a time and a place for everything."
With that, he left the sputtering Pansy and walked off down the back, to the lake. Hermione stared at him for a few minutes, before running after him.
"Dra..Malfoy?" She asked hesitantly.
"What do you want Granger?" He said without turning.
"I just wanted to thank you for..for sticking up for me back there."
Draco turned to look at her. She was standing, facing him, her face still wet with tears, her eyes red.
"Don't take it personally, Granger." He spat out, before the sight of her, vulnerable, turned him soft. "I just got sick of Pansy's jabbering."
Hermione stiffened, "Well, I still wanted to."
But he cut her off.
"Go and see if your boyfriend has stopped bawling, Granger, wouldn't want his tears on his precious robes." He sneered. "Although with the famous Potter, his tears are probably worth gold, you'll want to stand in line with Colin Creevy to get a sample."
Hermione glared at him, her back stiffening. "Well, at least Harry has people to care about him, unlike some selfish, self absorbed, conceited people I know."
She walked off, leaving Draco staring at the burning castle.
"May the Gods damn you father. Of all the things to destroy, why this of all places?"
Witches and wizards ran around, most using dampening spells and such to rid the castle of the flames. Professor Dumbledore and the other teachers had powerful spells on their side, but nothing would extinguish the flames. This was strong magic.
Hermione gaped up at the large building, smoke pouring out of the windows. Beside her, Ron was making choking noises in the back of his throat. Ginny was openly crying, clutching onto Seamus, who for once didn't have anything to say. Hermione looked blindly away, to notice Arabella standing with some Ravenclaws, a somber look on her face. Dean was looking at the castle grimly, one hand holding onto his little brother. Her eyes came to rest on Draco; his face was paler than usual. His cronies around him stared dumbly, but what got her the most were her nemesis eyes. They were haunted, a bleakness in them that she couldn't comprehend. She felt the need to hold someone, anyone. When she saw Harry, she had her chance.
The boy who lived was on his knees, crying like he would never stop. Hermione quickly rushed to him and hugged him fiercely, trying to control the tears that sprung to her eyes.
"Well, well, if it isn't Harry Potter, blubbering like a little baby."
Hermione glared at the speaker, Pansy Parkinson stood there, her arm in Draco's. She had a twisted smile on her face.
"And is bucktooth Granger 'comforting' him? In a tried and true manner I can see."
Hermione opened her mouth to speak, hot tears coursing down her cold cheeks.
"Go away, Pansy, just leave." She managed to get out before another sob choked her. Ron had joined them and took Hermione's hand.
"And here comes Weasel, to get in on Hermione's action. She just gives it away, doesn't.."
"Shut it Pansy."
Pansy looked, shocked, at Draco.
"Draco, what's with you?"
He had an odd expression on his face as he looked at the sobbing Gryffindor. His voice was still cold though, when he spoke to the Slytherin on his arm.
"Nothing is 'with me' Parkinson, obviously you can't get it through your thick skull that there is a time and a place for everything."
With that, he left the sputtering Pansy and walked off down the back, to the lake. Hermione stared at him for a few minutes, before running after him.
"Dra..Malfoy?" She asked hesitantly.
"What do you want Granger?" He said without turning.
"I just wanted to thank you for..for sticking up for me back there."
Draco turned to look at her. She was standing, facing him, her face still wet with tears, her eyes red.
"Don't take it personally, Granger." He spat out, before the sight of her, vulnerable, turned him soft. "I just got sick of Pansy's jabbering."
Hermione stiffened, "Well, I still wanted to."
But he cut her off.
"Go and see if your boyfriend has stopped bawling, Granger, wouldn't want his tears on his precious robes." He sneered. "Although with the famous Potter, his tears are probably worth gold, you'll want to stand in line with Colin Creevy to get a sample."
Hermione glared at him, her back stiffening. "Well, at least Harry has people to care about him, unlike some selfish, self absorbed, conceited people I know."
She walked off, leaving Draco staring at the burning castle.
"May the Gods damn you father. Of all the things to destroy, why this of all places?"