~Chapter Three- Pain and Sorrow~
The rain silently fell, pitter-pattering on the ground.
The yard was filled with over 600 people, all sorrowful, all sad.
It was only Draco, who sat distinguishably in the front row of seats who remained expressionless; his heads was filled with too many thoughts to care about the tears dripping down his face. He remembered the last thing he said to him, he remembered the eyes in the bush, and he remembered the last look that Harry gave him, a look of forgiveness and acceptance.
Draco wiped away at the tears and focused on what the minister was saying but his mind always drifted away. His mind filled with other things.
This was the longest day of his life, time never seems to move, he feels like he is stuck in this place forever.
The hospital wing. That was where he discovered it all, that was where it all came out, that was where the guilt began.
~*~
Hermione wiped away at her eyes.
But it didn't help, once one tear was wiped away a hundred more came falling. The wind was blowing softly, and together with the rain, it made her feel even more insecure.
She couldn't help it, she looked over at Draco.
To her surprise, he wasn't smiling or anything, in fact, he had no expression what so ever on his face, his face was blank, but his eyes told the whole story. His usual haunting eyes were now shining, maybe it was the tears or the light that made it look that way, almost as if the barrier was shattered and the real Draco came out, it told so much.
It showed so much pain, it showed so much sorrow.
Hermione turned back and came back to her world, she looked at Ron next to her, he was looking at his feet, his face sorrowful. But his eyes said nothing.
~*~
Hermione sat in the library, alone as usual in her corner. She flipped the heavy pages of the book she was looking at. But the words passed in a blur, everything she read she forgot once she read the next word, she often found herself reading the same line over and over again.
So this is what sorrow feels like she told herself. She hasn't felt sorrow like this, not even when her grandfather died two years ago.
Life without Harry was unusually quiet. Ron stopped making the jokes and being himself, it was almost like as if everyone in Gryffinder's human half had been taken away, even those not really directed affected by Harry's death. They went about, talking as usual, but this time without any meaning.
Not only Gryffinders were affected by Harry's death.
~*~
Draco walked. Faster than he had ever walked in his life.
Past the great hall, past the common room. His feet were taking somewhere else. Somewhere away from here.
Soon Draco found himself in the library, to his surprise; there was amazingly no person here.
Draco rarely comes to the library, he, Crabbe and Goyle never came unless forced to. Why he was in it now he did not know.
He walked in and walked to the furthest corner, he was aware of the few people there staring at him, wondering what he, was doing in the library, truth was he didn't know either.
~*~
Hermione sighed.
Reading this book was no use. She needed something light; she picked up the heavy book and dragged it back to the shelf.
Leaning over to the left, she saw through the gap a thin aging book, named "Midnight Lovers", she reached her hands for it, but instead she felt someone else's hands under hers. She drew back in surprise and peeked.
It was Draco.
What was he doing here? She wondered. She looked through the shelf and her eyes met his. His eyes were not like they had been the day before, neither were they back to his normal self, this time, the emotion in his eyes even she couldn't tell.
~*~
Draco pulled at the book and turned to leave without a single word.
Why the hurry? He asked himself. After all Granger was only taking the book so you might as well take it, make her day.
He walked quickly over to the door of the library when a voice behind him shocked him.
"Hey Malfoy, you haven't borrowed that book yet."
He turned around and came face to face with the person he dreaded, but knew was there, Hermione.
~*~*~*~
A/N YAY! I'm learnin! My chapters r now officially longa dan b4 (by 100 words or so) but its still an improvement!!! :D . plz read n review!!!
The rain silently fell, pitter-pattering on the ground.
The yard was filled with over 600 people, all sorrowful, all sad.
It was only Draco, who sat distinguishably in the front row of seats who remained expressionless; his heads was filled with too many thoughts to care about the tears dripping down his face. He remembered the last thing he said to him, he remembered the eyes in the bush, and he remembered the last look that Harry gave him, a look of forgiveness and acceptance.
Draco wiped away at the tears and focused on what the minister was saying but his mind always drifted away. His mind filled with other things.
This was the longest day of his life, time never seems to move, he feels like he is stuck in this place forever.
The hospital wing. That was where he discovered it all, that was where it all came out, that was where the guilt began.
~*~
Hermione wiped away at her eyes.
But it didn't help, once one tear was wiped away a hundred more came falling. The wind was blowing softly, and together with the rain, it made her feel even more insecure.
She couldn't help it, she looked over at Draco.
To her surprise, he wasn't smiling or anything, in fact, he had no expression what so ever on his face, his face was blank, but his eyes told the whole story. His usual haunting eyes were now shining, maybe it was the tears or the light that made it look that way, almost as if the barrier was shattered and the real Draco came out, it told so much.
It showed so much pain, it showed so much sorrow.
Hermione turned back and came back to her world, she looked at Ron next to her, he was looking at his feet, his face sorrowful. But his eyes said nothing.
~*~
Hermione sat in the library, alone as usual in her corner. She flipped the heavy pages of the book she was looking at. But the words passed in a blur, everything she read she forgot once she read the next word, she often found herself reading the same line over and over again.
So this is what sorrow feels like she told herself. She hasn't felt sorrow like this, not even when her grandfather died two years ago.
Life without Harry was unusually quiet. Ron stopped making the jokes and being himself, it was almost like as if everyone in Gryffinder's human half had been taken away, even those not really directed affected by Harry's death. They went about, talking as usual, but this time without any meaning.
Not only Gryffinders were affected by Harry's death.
~*~
Draco walked. Faster than he had ever walked in his life.
Past the great hall, past the common room. His feet were taking somewhere else. Somewhere away from here.
Soon Draco found himself in the library, to his surprise; there was amazingly no person here.
Draco rarely comes to the library, he, Crabbe and Goyle never came unless forced to. Why he was in it now he did not know.
He walked in and walked to the furthest corner, he was aware of the few people there staring at him, wondering what he, was doing in the library, truth was he didn't know either.
~*~
Hermione sighed.
Reading this book was no use. She needed something light; she picked up the heavy book and dragged it back to the shelf.
Leaning over to the left, she saw through the gap a thin aging book, named "Midnight Lovers", she reached her hands for it, but instead she felt someone else's hands under hers. She drew back in surprise and peeked.
It was Draco.
What was he doing here? She wondered. She looked through the shelf and her eyes met his. His eyes were not like they had been the day before, neither were they back to his normal self, this time, the emotion in his eyes even she couldn't tell.
~*~
Draco pulled at the book and turned to leave without a single word.
Why the hurry? He asked himself. After all Granger was only taking the book so you might as well take it, make her day.
He walked quickly over to the door of the library when a voice behind him shocked him.
"Hey Malfoy, you haven't borrowed that book yet."
He turned around and came face to face with the person he dreaded, but knew was there, Hermione.
~*~*~*~
A/N YAY! I'm learnin! My chapters r now officially longa dan b4 (by 100 words or so) but its still an improvement!!! :D . plz read n review!!!