Sorry this chapter is so late, life has ben hectic. I hope it doesnt
relfect too much in my writing. Ok the " is talking and the ' is thinking,
just incase anyone gets confused. Hope you enjoy it, there should be
another chapter up this weekend. Really it will be this time... i promise?
Here ya go joe, flo, bo, know, row, so, yo (ok ill stop now) go, mo,
no...
Chapter 4: Alone
Hermione woke the next morning to an overcast, rainy day. "Great. That's just great." She thought, forcing herself to sit up. "The perfect day to match my oh-so-perfect mood." she whispered as sarcastically as one could be so early in the morning. Putting on her robe, she walked over to her trunk and got out her things before heading towards the prefect bathroom. Hermione desperately hoped that none of the other prefects were up yet, for she desperately wanted to be alone.
She walked up to the door and recited the password, Widget. 'I wonder who came up with that one?' Hermione thought as she stepped inside the room. The passwords were getting more and more creative lately, and usually resulted in a change of password every few days as each house competed for the funniest one. Hermione went over to the extraneously large bathtub and began running the lavender water. 'Relax Hermione, just relax.' She thought to herself as she took a rather large, and considerably needed breath. She then undressed and slipped into the tub, letting the soothing water engulf her body. She let her body sink down to the bottom as she tried to take a seat on the floor, like she used to when she was younger and playing in her backyard pool. 'When I was younger and carefree. Stop it Hermione, you're supposed to be relaxing!' Despite the lavender scent and relaxing atmosphere Hermione's mind was still reeling. She eventually had to come up for air. Wiping her eyes, she reached for the shampoo.
"Hello mudblood." She heard a rather amused drawl from the far corner of the bathroom. Hermione dropped her bottle of shampoo in the water.
"What are you doing in here?" She exclaimed while frantically glancing around the bathtub to make sure the purple bubbles were covering her body. "Don't worry Granger." He laughed. "I can't see your filthy little body." He spat. "This is a bathroom is it not? I'm here to take a bath." He replied while untying his cloak and peeling it off his shoulders. "Going to be here long." He turned and faced her, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his well toned chest underneath.
It was all Hermione could do to hold in the gasp that threatened to escape from her mouth at the sight of Draco's chest. "Yes." She replied before sinking under the protection of her bubbles again. Hermione held her breath as long as she possible could. Just when she thought her lungs would burst from lack of oxygen she let herself rise to the surface. She heard the water running in the shower room. "Great." Hermione said as she rose out of the water, getting dressed as quickly as possible before he noticed her again. Never in her life had Hermione felt so vulnerable. She left the bathroom as quietly as possible.
A little while later Hermione walked down to the great hall for breakfast. It was still fairly early, about 8:30, and not that many people were up that early, especially on a Saturday. She was glad the room was practically empty. It was much easier to be alone than with her friends. She needent hide anything from herself as she did them. Hermione reached over and took a bite of her buttered toast.
'They're all going to Hogsmeade today.' She thought to herself. 'So I want to go? No, I don't.' She took another bite of her toast. 'It would be easier on all of them if I didn't right? I mean, In the long run it would be better, if I wasn't so close to them and everything. Wouldn't it? Then they wouldn't get hurt as much.' She glanced around the room before eating the rest of her breakfast. It was still practically empty, save a few Hufflepuffs and a Slytherin. 'Maybe I can sneak back to my room and pretend I don't feel well or something.' Her eyes fell on the table in front of her. Those eyes were staring at her, those piercing gray eyes.'Oh god, didn't see anything in the bathroom did he? That would be horrible. How can someone be so cold? His gaze feels like ice digging into my skin.' She shuddered. Hermione instantly warmed as his gaze left her and went towards the ceiling. Another owl had flown into the hall, carrying a single envelope.
It circled once about Hermione's head before dropping the letter directly into her hands. She turned it over. Same green seal. She slid her thing under the seal and broke it open. Hermione was about to retrieve the letter from its envelope when she felt those piercing eyes on her again. Those majestic frozen eyes she had grown to know and hate over the years. Placing the letter in her pocket, Hermione got up and left the great hall.
When she was safely alone in the hallway, Hermione took out the yellowy parchment and unfolded it.
WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE. YOU CANNOT HIDE.
She stared at the bright green lettering that was now swirling around on the page. Hermione still had no idea who the letters could be from. Neither her or her parents had told anyone. The handwriting was unrecognizable. Before she had anymore time to think, a few Ravenclaws began running noisily down the hallway. Hermione knew she should stop them, being a prefect and all, but right now she didn't care. She had to get back to her room fast, it was almost time for the Hogsmeade trip to leave. Hermione bolted up the stairs as fast as her legs would carry her.
"Hey Hermione, where's the fire?" She cringed and slowly turned around. "Come on, its almost time to go." Ron bounded toward her and grabbed her hand. Hermione reluctantly followed him out of the castle. Harry and Ginny were outside waiting for them.
Dear Diary,
You cannot believe how horrible today was! I mean, it wouldn't have been if I hadn't found out that I am a death eater's unwanted daughter and everything. If this had been this time last year today would have been great. Probably one of the best days of the year so far. Everyone was so nice and wonderful to me, it was like old times again. Accept: A) I am my worst enemy's daughter and 2) They'd all hate me if they knew. And they'll probably hate me even more if they found out I haven't told them all this time. Uh, I just don't understand why this happened to me. I mean I was leading a perfectly normal teenage life. I've done nothing to deserve this! Well, there was that one time in prep school when I kicked Billy Keiner in his "Manly Spot" for making fun of my teeth (you see, I didn't have any at the time, front ones I mean). But that's not bad enough to deserve total and complete hatred from all my friends, or former friends as they are soon to be. Only a person like Malfoy deserves this, he probably kills people in his spare time. But then, if it was Malfoy he'd be happy. I'm going to just lie here on my bed and hope that my blankets swallow me whole so I never have to see another Gryffindor again. Hey, this IS the magical world right? It could happen; and dolphins could come flying out of my butt.
-Hermione
Hermione didn't come out of bed that night for dinner, in fact, she didn't even go to the library to study. She pulled the curtains closed on her four poster and lit the inside with her wand. The only sign of life was when she pushed her books and paper out of a crack in the fabric at the foot of her bed, resting them on her trunk. That's how the remained until she was forced to go eat breakfast the next morning. Even there she hardly spoke to anyone. She only seemed to be interested in writing in her journal and eating whatever was in front of her.
From across the room, those steel gray eyes looked in her direction, watching her every move. Each time her arm moved toward her mouth or brushed the hair out of her eyes or her constant writing with the other, he was watching. He couldn't help but wonder what she had to so with his father. For he had seen the letters she had been receiving. And there was no mistaking that handwriting and the glowing green seal, he knew they belonged to his father. Lucius Malfoy was a dangerous person and he couldn't for the life of him figure out what Gryffindor Mudblood Hermione Granger was doing conversing with him. But then again, it was none of his business. If that filth wanted to go and get herself killed than that was her decision. Draco didn't see any reason why he should try and stop her. She was the most annoying know-it-all mudblood after all, and one less competitor for him to worry about.
A/N Hope you enjoyed it, sorry it was so short, next one will be longer. If i kept going this chapter would have been 17 pages or soemthing, and i like to try and stay consistant on chapter size, you know, not have any incredibly long or incredibly short. Well thats enough of my blabbering about incredibly broing things like chapter legnth. Im lonley, what can i say? Please remember that this is a Hermione story with draco in it, so if he doesnt appear a lot in the chpaters or doesnt appear right away thats cuz im still setting up the story line. Once ive got it going there will be Draco...an immense ammount of Draco...no worries! Thanks to all my reviewers, new and old. You dont know how much your responses mean to me, they keep me going. Thanks again. More to come this weekend... ~Sorceress019
(low, row, so, toe, woe, zoe, bew, doe, hoe...)
Chapter 4: Alone
Hermione woke the next morning to an overcast, rainy day. "Great. That's just great." She thought, forcing herself to sit up. "The perfect day to match my oh-so-perfect mood." she whispered as sarcastically as one could be so early in the morning. Putting on her robe, she walked over to her trunk and got out her things before heading towards the prefect bathroom. Hermione desperately hoped that none of the other prefects were up yet, for she desperately wanted to be alone.
She walked up to the door and recited the password, Widget. 'I wonder who came up with that one?' Hermione thought as she stepped inside the room. The passwords were getting more and more creative lately, and usually resulted in a change of password every few days as each house competed for the funniest one. Hermione went over to the extraneously large bathtub and began running the lavender water. 'Relax Hermione, just relax.' She thought to herself as she took a rather large, and considerably needed breath. She then undressed and slipped into the tub, letting the soothing water engulf her body. She let her body sink down to the bottom as she tried to take a seat on the floor, like she used to when she was younger and playing in her backyard pool. 'When I was younger and carefree. Stop it Hermione, you're supposed to be relaxing!' Despite the lavender scent and relaxing atmosphere Hermione's mind was still reeling. She eventually had to come up for air. Wiping her eyes, she reached for the shampoo.
"Hello mudblood." She heard a rather amused drawl from the far corner of the bathroom. Hermione dropped her bottle of shampoo in the water.
"What are you doing in here?" She exclaimed while frantically glancing around the bathtub to make sure the purple bubbles were covering her body. "Don't worry Granger." He laughed. "I can't see your filthy little body." He spat. "This is a bathroom is it not? I'm here to take a bath." He replied while untying his cloak and peeling it off his shoulders. "Going to be here long." He turned and faced her, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his well toned chest underneath.
It was all Hermione could do to hold in the gasp that threatened to escape from her mouth at the sight of Draco's chest. "Yes." She replied before sinking under the protection of her bubbles again. Hermione held her breath as long as she possible could. Just when she thought her lungs would burst from lack of oxygen she let herself rise to the surface. She heard the water running in the shower room. "Great." Hermione said as she rose out of the water, getting dressed as quickly as possible before he noticed her again. Never in her life had Hermione felt so vulnerable. She left the bathroom as quietly as possible.
A little while later Hermione walked down to the great hall for breakfast. It was still fairly early, about 8:30, and not that many people were up that early, especially on a Saturday. She was glad the room was practically empty. It was much easier to be alone than with her friends. She needent hide anything from herself as she did them. Hermione reached over and took a bite of her buttered toast.
'They're all going to Hogsmeade today.' She thought to herself. 'So I want to go? No, I don't.' She took another bite of her toast. 'It would be easier on all of them if I didn't right? I mean, In the long run it would be better, if I wasn't so close to them and everything. Wouldn't it? Then they wouldn't get hurt as much.' She glanced around the room before eating the rest of her breakfast. It was still practically empty, save a few Hufflepuffs and a Slytherin. 'Maybe I can sneak back to my room and pretend I don't feel well or something.' Her eyes fell on the table in front of her. Those eyes were staring at her, those piercing gray eyes.'Oh god, didn't see anything in the bathroom did he? That would be horrible. How can someone be so cold? His gaze feels like ice digging into my skin.' She shuddered. Hermione instantly warmed as his gaze left her and went towards the ceiling. Another owl had flown into the hall, carrying a single envelope.
It circled once about Hermione's head before dropping the letter directly into her hands. She turned it over. Same green seal. She slid her thing under the seal and broke it open. Hermione was about to retrieve the letter from its envelope when she felt those piercing eyes on her again. Those majestic frozen eyes she had grown to know and hate over the years. Placing the letter in her pocket, Hermione got up and left the great hall.
When she was safely alone in the hallway, Hermione took out the yellowy parchment and unfolded it.
WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE. YOU CANNOT HIDE.
She stared at the bright green lettering that was now swirling around on the page. Hermione still had no idea who the letters could be from. Neither her or her parents had told anyone. The handwriting was unrecognizable. Before she had anymore time to think, a few Ravenclaws began running noisily down the hallway. Hermione knew she should stop them, being a prefect and all, but right now she didn't care. She had to get back to her room fast, it was almost time for the Hogsmeade trip to leave. Hermione bolted up the stairs as fast as her legs would carry her.
"Hey Hermione, where's the fire?" She cringed and slowly turned around. "Come on, its almost time to go." Ron bounded toward her and grabbed her hand. Hermione reluctantly followed him out of the castle. Harry and Ginny were outside waiting for them.
Dear Diary,
You cannot believe how horrible today was! I mean, it wouldn't have been if I hadn't found out that I am a death eater's unwanted daughter and everything. If this had been this time last year today would have been great. Probably one of the best days of the year so far. Everyone was so nice and wonderful to me, it was like old times again. Accept: A) I am my worst enemy's daughter and 2) They'd all hate me if they knew. And they'll probably hate me even more if they found out I haven't told them all this time. Uh, I just don't understand why this happened to me. I mean I was leading a perfectly normal teenage life. I've done nothing to deserve this! Well, there was that one time in prep school when I kicked Billy Keiner in his "Manly Spot" for making fun of my teeth (you see, I didn't have any at the time, front ones I mean). But that's not bad enough to deserve total and complete hatred from all my friends, or former friends as they are soon to be. Only a person like Malfoy deserves this, he probably kills people in his spare time. But then, if it was Malfoy he'd be happy. I'm going to just lie here on my bed and hope that my blankets swallow me whole so I never have to see another Gryffindor again. Hey, this IS the magical world right? It could happen; and dolphins could come flying out of my butt.
-Hermione
Hermione didn't come out of bed that night for dinner, in fact, she didn't even go to the library to study. She pulled the curtains closed on her four poster and lit the inside with her wand. The only sign of life was when she pushed her books and paper out of a crack in the fabric at the foot of her bed, resting them on her trunk. That's how the remained until she was forced to go eat breakfast the next morning. Even there she hardly spoke to anyone. She only seemed to be interested in writing in her journal and eating whatever was in front of her.
From across the room, those steel gray eyes looked in her direction, watching her every move. Each time her arm moved toward her mouth or brushed the hair out of her eyes or her constant writing with the other, he was watching. He couldn't help but wonder what she had to so with his father. For he had seen the letters she had been receiving. And there was no mistaking that handwriting and the glowing green seal, he knew they belonged to his father. Lucius Malfoy was a dangerous person and he couldn't for the life of him figure out what Gryffindor Mudblood Hermione Granger was doing conversing with him. But then again, it was none of his business. If that filth wanted to go and get herself killed than that was her decision. Draco didn't see any reason why he should try and stop her. She was the most annoying know-it-all mudblood after all, and one less competitor for him to worry about.
A/N Hope you enjoyed it, sorry it was so short, next one will be longer. If i kept going this chapter would have been 17 pages or soemthing, and i like to try and stay consistant on chapter size, you know, not have any incredibly long or incredibly short. Well thats enough of my blabbering about incredibly broing things like chapter legnth. Im lonley, what can i say? Please remember that this is a Hermione story with draco in it, so if he doesnt appear a lot in the chpaters or doesnt appear right away thats cuz im still setting up the story line. Once ive got it going there will be Draco...an immense ammount of Draco...no worries! Thanks to all my reviewers, new and old. You dont know how much your responses mean to me, they keep me going. Thanks again. More to come this weekend... ~Sorceress019
(low, row, so, toe, woe, zoe, bew, doe, hoe...)