"My boyfriend is dead, Hermione."
Hermione stood at the doorway to her room and was overcome with emotions. Here was this young, beautiful girl, dragged into the pitiful whirl of hate and war. She was already broken and torn to pieces and now her boyfriend was dead which by Hermione only guessed was because of war.
She ran over to the bedside, kneeled down, and comforted her friend. There were no words of comfort to help her, all Hermione could do was drown with Jade in tears and in her sorrow. She knew how it felt to lose the one you loved so dearly and to lose everything you've ever known was even unbearable to think about. She remembered how lovingly Jade spoke when she spoke about her boyfriend. She felt tears sting her eyes but reminded herself that she must be strong for her.
Hermione stood up and pulled Jade to standing. She brushed Jade's jet-black hair from her bloodshot eyes and forced a loving, mother-like smile.
Jade hugged her again and whispered, " I loved him, Hermione. Why did he have to go?"
"Shh…it's alright. It's ok."
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Helping Jade out at the nursery was very tiring for Hermione, especially since she needed a shower and sleep. But, she was willing to help her out in any way, and to help take her mind off of her boyfriend. It was amazing how the children in the nursery knew something was wrong with Jade, so they weren't much trouble. She told Jade she needed to rest and though she protested repeatidly, she was soon asleep in her room.
Playing with kids came so easy to her because she had her own. The thought of her two children made tears well up in her eyes when she thought about how much she missed them. She pushed those thoughts from her mind and concentrated on playing with the children in front her.
"No Charlie that goes over there. Regenta please don't pull Kara's hair." After a few more moments of children's cries and the sounds of toys clashing, a short red-headed child tugged on Hermione's robes, so she bent down to his eye-level.
"Miss. Hermione, m'am, will you read some of us a story? It always helps put everyone to sleep when Jade reads us this story." He pulled her down so he could whisper in her ear. "Jade put a spell on it so it puts us all to sleep." Hermione smiled and thanked him. After reading a story to the whole nursery, they all were asleep in their cribs and small beds and she tucked each one in. She'd rather have this job any day than to see the bloodshed on the battlefields. But who was she to say…she'd been captured. She was now a prisoner of war and she had no choice. She felt hot tears make their way down her face.
"I see you're good with children." A shrill voice came from behind. Hermione sat up in alarm and looked around the dark nursery room. She saw a dark shape coming toward her and there was no mistake of who that was.
"Yes I am good with children. Now leave. Theses children need to sleep. And I'm almost POSITIVE you have no business in being here."
Even through the thickness of the black that surrounded them she still saw his wide evil grin and it sent chills down her spine. "You were missing from your room. That is a problem. You have not been assigned as a Nursery Keeper therefore, you have no business here either."
"Why were you in my room? And I do have business here. It's called being a good friend. Though, I'm almost POSTIVE again that you have no idea what that means."
Draco was amazed that she was so bold and outspoken towards him. He had seen firsthand that the anger had not faded, either. "That is none of your business. I do not have to explain anything to you. Get back to your room now."
She was too tired to fight back so she stood up, took one last look around and sighed. He saw in the dim light that her beautiful face was marked with tearstains and tears that visibly flowed. He didn't know why, but he felt so bad for her.
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The moonlight's glow outlined the body of a form and the light slithered it's way through the window. The sleeping form shifted beneath the warmth she felt from her quilt. She unconsciously listened to the sounds of the dark night, and dreamed of a freedom she had once taken advantage of. She also dreamed of a love she longed for but did not see through the eyes of reality. She did not realize it when she was awake, but only in dreams did she realize she really longed for a love so great.
As the night continued on, the footsteps of an invader slowly crept up beside her bed and they whispered in her ear.
"Wake up Hermione. Wake up." They shook her lightly and then forcefully. Hermiones eyes fluttered open…and her eyes met with Oliver's.
Hermione stood at the doorway to her room and was overcome with emotions. Here was this young, beautiful girl, dragged into the pitiful whirl of hate and war. She was already broken and torn to pieces and now her boyfriend was dead which by Hermione only guessed was because of war.
She ran over to the bedside, kneeled down, and comforted her friend. There were no words of comfort to help her, all Hermione could do was drown with Jade in tears and in her sorrow. She knew how it felt to lose the one you loved so dearly and to lose everything you've ever known was even unbearable to think about. She remembered how lovingly Jade spoke when she spoke about her boyfriend. She felt tears sting her eyes but reminded herself that she must be strong for her.
Hermione stood up and pulled Jade to standing. She brushed Jade's jet-black hair from her bloodshot eyes and forced a loving, mother-like smile.
Jade hugged her again and whispered, " I loved him, Hermione. Why did he have to go?"
"Shh…it's alright. It's ok."
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Helping Jade out at the nursery was very tiring for Hermione, especially since she needed a shower and sleep. But, she was willing to help her out in any way, and to help take her mind off of her boyfriend. It was amazing how the children in the nursery knew something was wrong with Jade, so they weren't much trouble. She told Jade she needed to rest and though she protested repeatidly, she was soon asleep in her room.
Playing with kids came so easy to her because she had her own. The thought of her two children made tears well up in her eyes when she thought about how much she missed them. She pushed those thoughts from her mind and concentrated on playing with the children in front her.
"No Charlie that goes over there. Regenta please don't pull Kara's hair." After a few more moments of children's cries and the sounds of toys clashing, a short red-headed child tugged on Hermione's robes, so she bent down to his eye-level.
"Miss. Hermione, m'am, will you read some of us a story? It always helps put everyone to sleep when Jade reads us this story." He pulled her down so he could whisper in her ear. "Jade put a spell on it so it puts us all to sleep." Hermione smiled and thanked him. After reading a story to the whole nursery, they all were asleep in their cribs and small beds and she tucked each one in. She'd rather have this job any day than to see the bloodshed on the battlefields. But who was she to say…she'd been captured. She was now a prisoner of war and she had no choice. She felt hot tears make their way down her face.
"I see you're good with children." A shrill voice came from behind. Hermione sat up in alarm and looked around the dark nursery room. She saw a dark shape coming toward her and there was no mistake of who that was.
"Yes I am good with children. Now leave. Theses children need to sleep. And I'm almost POSITIVE you have no business in being here."
Even through the thickness of the black that surrounded them she still saw his wide evil grin and it sent chills down her spine. "You were missing from your room. That is a problem. You have not been assigned as a Nursery Keeper therefore, you have no business here either."
"Why were you in my room? And I do have business here. It's called being a good friend. Though, I'm almost POSTIVE again that you have no idea what that means."
Draco was amazed that she was so bold and outspoken towards him. He had seen firsthand that the anger had not faded, either. "That is none of your business. I do not have to explain anything to you. Get back to your room now."
She was too tired to fight back so she stood up, took one last look around and sighed. He saw in the dim light that her beautiful face was marked with tearstains and tears that visibly flowed. He didn't know why, but he felt so bad for her.
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The moonlight's glow outlined the body of a form and the light slithered it's way through the window. The sleeping form shifted beneath the warmth she felt from her quilt. She unconsciously listened to the sounds of the dark night, and dreamed of a freedom she had once taken advantage of. She also dreamed of a love she longed for but did not see through the eyes of reality. She did not realize it when she was awake, but only in dreams did she realize she really longed for a love so great.
As the night continued on, the footsteps of an invader slowly crept up beside her bed and they whispered in her ear.
"Wake up Hermione. Wake up." They shook her lightly and then forcefully. Hermiones eyes fluttered open…and her eyes met with Oliver's.