Chapter 4: Draco
Harry through the invisibility cloak over himself, and practically ran into Hermione's dormitory. He had been at Quddich practice all evening. He knew she must be really tired from her detention, but he just had to see her.
She laid still on her bed. He knelt down beside her, as she turned over to face him with her eyes shut. Hermione started to moan, and gasp. Harry wondered if she was dreaming about him.
She reached up and touched her neck, while mumbling sleep talk. He saw a bruise upon her neck. At first he didn't think much of it, but then he remembered during dinner she had been holding her neck. He would never give her such a mark, and the way she put her hand over made it seem like she was trying to hide something.
He left the girls dormitory, returning to his own, unable to understand. 'Maybe she hurt herself, and was holding her neck due to pain.' He reasoned. That had to be it, she would never do that to him.
***
Hermione got up the next morning relieved the sleep had re-vitalized her aching muscles.
"There's a spell to get rid of those, you know." Said Lavender. She seemed so proud to know such a detail that the Brain, Ms.Granger didn't.
"Really? Share it! You have to tell me." Hermione begged.
"First spill, Harry would never do that, and we all know it." The rest of the girls in their dormitory shifted their attention to her.
"Forget it." Why was everyone bugging her about? She was really annoyed.
"Wait!" Lavender grabbed her by the arm before Hermione walked out. "Vamos." She enchanted, as her neck healed itself.
"Thanks."
***
"Draco, you don't know?" Harry just had to find out. He didn't want to ask Hermione because she might think he was one of those over protective and obsessive boyfriends.
"It's nothing." Said Draco, with no expression upon his face to give away the truth.
"Yeah, I asked her myself." He responded after Harry remained silent.
Harry felt so relieved. He knew Hermione still loved him. Or maybe that was too big a word to use; Love. He knew that he was in major love with her, he wondered if it was the same for her.
Even though Draco was Harry's best friend, he still wasn't completely faithful to the 'good' side. But, he wasn't about to break Harry's heart over something he knew nothing about.
Draco had left his Death Eater ways behind him. Every summer since, was like a nightmare for him. Lucious would beat him till he was purple. He wasn't going home this summer, for he would be 18, the legal age to go off on his own.
He had saved Harry during the end of their fifth year. He knew Voldemort was planing one final attack over Harry, and this time there would be no escaping death. There was no way Harry could luck his way out of this time, he would have died. Draco had somehow stopped the whole disaster from happening. That had created a bond between them that would last a lifetime, they had become inseparable. Immediately afterwards Draco had left the death eaters, whom had lost all of their strength a month later. Some say that Voldemort had lost all his powers, others thought he had finally died. Draco knew he still lurked in the darkness, waiting.
Draco liked to feel the dark magic around him, but killing people for reasons he didn't know why was a waste of time.
*******
Please Review!!!!!!!
Harry through the invisibility cloak over himself, and practically ran into Hermione's dormitory. He had been at Quddich practice all evening. He knew she must be really tired from her detention, but he just had to see her.
She laid still on her bed. He knelt down beside her, as she turned over to face him with her eyes shut. Hermione started to moan, and gasp. Harry wondered if she was dreaming about him.
She reached up and touched her neck, while mumbling sleep talk. He saw a bruise upon her neck. At first he didn't think much of it, but then he remembered during dinner she had been holding her neck. He would never give her such a mark, and the way she put her hand over made it seem like she was trying to hide something.
He left the girls dormitory, returning to his own, unable to understand. 'Maybe she hurt herself, and was holding her neck due to pain.' He reasoned. That had to be it, she would never do that to him.
***
Hermione got up the next morning relieved the sleep had re-vitalized her aching muscles.
"There's a spell to get rid of those, you know." Said Lavender. She seemed so proud to know such a detail that the Brain, Ms.Granger didn't.
"Really? Share it! You have to tell me." Hermione begged.
"First spill, Harry would never do that, and we all know it." The rest of the girls in their dormitory shifted their attention to her.
"Forget it." Why was everyone bugging her about? She was really annoyed.
"Wait!" Lavender grabbed her by the arm before Hermione walked out. "Vamos." She enchanted, as her neck healed itself.
"Thanks."
***
"Draco, you don't know?" Harry just had to find out. He didn't want to ask Hermione because she might think he was one of those over protective and obsessive boyfriends.
"It's nothing." Said Draco, with no expression upon his face to give away the truth.
"Yeah, I asked her myself." He responded after Harry remained silent.
Harry felt so relieved. He knew Hermione still loved him. Or maybe that was too big a word to use; Love. He knew that he was in major love with her, he wondered if it was the same for her.
Even though Draco was Harry's best friend, he still wasn't completely faithful to the 'good' side. But, he wasn't about to break Harry's heart over something he knew nothing about.
Draco had left his Death Eater ways behind him. Every summer since, was like a nightmare for him. Lucious would beat him till he was purple. He wasn't going home this summer, for he would be 18, the legal age to go off on his own.
He had saved Harry during the end of their fifth year. He knew Voldemort was planing one final attack over Harry, and this time there would be no escaping death. There was no way Harry could luck his way out of this time, he would have died. Draco had somehow stopped the whole disaster from happening. That had created a bond between them that would last a lifetime, they had become inseparable. Immediately afterwards Draco had left the death eaters, whom had lost all of their strength a month later. Some say that Voldemort had lost all his powers, others thought he had finally died. Draco knew he still lurked in the darkness, waiting.
Draco liked to feel the dark magic around him, but killing people for reasons he didn't know why was a waste of time.
*******
Please Review!!!!!!!