"Break me, Shake me"
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A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates (It's been a few days, or a few weeks.. Not sure.) Whoo.. I got myself banned for the computer for awhile. XD; Long story, dude. It wasn't my fault. ;-; Anyways! Yeah, so I won't be updating a lot (And I'm serious about this time, too. x.x;) SoOo.. o_O; Yeah. And to all the people that reviewed the last chapter -- Thanks you. :D! Whee. A few more to go, then it'll be done..
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"What's wrong Hermione?" Harry asked his friend as the three sat down for lunch. The girl sat beside him, a blank expression on her face once more, as a sad look was tinted in her eyes. "Hermione?" he asked again, gently, hoping she would get out of her trance and say something. But the same things were running through her head, and everything that was said to him, and vice versa. She loved him. And he loved her. But she had rejected him for the two people who were the only ones that truly cared about her in the school.
'Except Draco..' her mind wandered as she mentally scolded herself for thinking about him - but how could she not? Hermione felt the pair of piercing grey eyes stare at her again, making her squirm a bit. The two boys noticed this, but before they could ask what was wrong again, she got up and mumbled something about forgotten work and Potions before running out of the Hall leaving Ron and Harry to stare after her.
"Dirt pickles," she said to the painting, happy when the painting let her through. She might skip classes again. It had been how many days now? She lost track a while ago, but knew it wouldn't be good. "I have to keep going to class," she said to herself, stepping into her room and dropping her bags. "I have to ignore everything from before this point on and be the best." But another voice Hermione knew all too well interrupted her.
"I thought you would have the whole talking to yourself thing out of your system by now, Granger," the blonde drawled, walking inside without even a glance toward the girl.
"I thought you were still at lunch," was the simple reply that came from her, still in slight shock that he was in her room again.
"I had to come back up here to think - and also get away from Pansy and her annoying voice, and habits.." He heard a small chuckle come from Hermione which sent a smirk across his lips, but then letting a frown come over him again when he realized things weren't the same between them anymore. An awkward silence fell between them for a few moments before Hermione asked:
"Is there anything you want, Malfoy?"
His heart broke silently as he replayed the words she had just asked him over in his head. Hermione just said it with such a 'you're-not-important-to-me-anymore' feel that he got up slowly without answering, but she wouldn't let him out without one.
"I asked you a question, Malfoy. Is there anything you want?" He noticed the sadness in her eyes, and just wanted to hold her once more, telling her everything would be fine - to go back to him - and forget the two that destroyed what love she knew. But he knew he couldn't..
'I'm broken without her.. It's something I can't erase' Draco thought, looking at her once more. Memories flooded his head, words he knew all too well and regretted hearing came back to him.
"It's over.. I'm sorry.."
He had to tell her now how he felt - it didn't matter to him whether she rejected him again or not. But he knew that if they did have feelings for each other, they couldn't try to pretend they loved one another - and they couldn't try to forget. They both knew it was the only thing that was drawing them away from their normal activities, and it was the only thing that had everyone worried about them. But for Draco, not being able to tell her how he felt was driving him mad. So it was now or never. He inhaled slightly and glanced to see if she made any reactions, but she didn't. He continued on.
"Hermione," the boy started and went on before she could open her mouth to object. But instead of what he had originally planned, questions came out. "Why?" he asked once more, knowing the answer very well by now, but he always hoped it would be different every time he asked. Hermione sighed and looked to him again.
"We've been through this a million times.. Draco.. We're different. It would never work. It's over. Hell, it's been over for a while now - why do you want to dwell on the past? There's nothing there for us." The last part of her words caught him off guard. The woman he loved just told him there's nothing there? When they both knew that they wanted and loved everything about each other. When they had been through so much fighting and hurt? Love and anger? He couldn't believe what he was hearing - and his emotions got the best of him once more. Draco grabbed her arms, forcing her to back up against the wall. Pure rage and sadness filling his hues once more.
"You know what? I thought you were different - I really did. But I guess those two idiots you've been hanging around with for the past six years got the best of you, huh? So their friendship really means that much more to you than I do? When we've been there for each other since the beginning of the year? I can't believe you, Hermione.." the grip he held on her got stronger with every word - letting small tears escape her eyes. Somewhere deep inside of him, Draco felt the need to inflict pain on her - just like she did to him - but also knew it was wrong since he loved her. Lifting a finger to wipe the tear away, he smiled to himself as he heard a muffled sob from the girl as she tried to hold back tears.
"You're supposed to love me, Hermione.." he whispered to her, as he pushed back a strand of loose cinnamon curls behind her ear. "But now you're nothing. And now we can both be broken without each other." Another muffled sob as the smirk got wider. "With only the images of one another in our heads, never to be erased. Think about it Hermione," Draco finished before letting her go, watching as she fell to her knees, tears falling to the rug once more.
He turned and left the room without a single last thought about what he had just done - until he reached his room and it dawned on him. 'What did I just do? I'm treating her just like Weasley and Potter did when they found out about us.. I've done worse. I inflicted pain on her out of my own emotions,' he thought to himself, sighing heavily and falling on his bed, closing his eyes and welcoming the familiar darkness, hoping all of this would just turn out to be a dream..
"It's not," he said. "It really isn't a dream. It's just a trip to hell and back.. with everything torn and broken on the way down.." and with that he fell asleep not knowing that just in the other room Hermione was planning in her head something that would change him even more than he thought possible.
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A/N: ::Dances to Death Boy:: Depressing? Angsty? Freakish? Just plain fucked? :D Review and tell me what you think.
..Umm.. Yeah. o.O; Like I said, a few more chapters to go then it'll be finished so check back soon! :D (And yes, I already know what's gonna happen to Hermione and Draco. :B;) Whee.
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A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates (It's been a few days, or a few weeks.. Not sure.) Whoo.. I got myself banned for the computer for awhile. XD; Long story, dude. It wasn't my fault. ;-; Anyways! Yeah, so I won't be updating a lot (And I'm serious about this time, too. x.x;) SoOo.. o_O; Yeah. And to all the people that reviewed the last chapter -- Thanks you. :D! Whee. A few more to go, then it'll be done..
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"What's wrong Hermione?" Harry asked his friend as the three sat down for lunch. The girl sat beside him, a blank expression on her face once more, as a sad look was tinted in her eyes. "Hermione?" he asked again, gently, hoping she would get out of her trance and say something. But the same things were running through her head, and everything that was said to him, and vice versa. She loved him. And he loved her. But she had rejected him for the two people who were the only ones that truly cared about her in the school.
'Except Draco..' her mind wandered as she mentally scolded herself for thinking about him - but how could she not? Hermione felt the pair of piercing grey eyes stare at her again, making her squirm a bit. The two boys noticed this, but before they could ask what was wrong again, she got up and mumbled something about forgotten work and Potions before running out of the Hall leaving Ron and Harry to stare after her.
"Dirt pickles," she said to the painting, happy when the painting let her through. She might skip classes again. It had been how many days now? She lost track a while ago, but knew it wouldn't be good. "I have to keep going to class," she said to herself, stepping into her room and dropping her bags. "I have to ignore everything from before this point on and be the best." But another voice Hermione knew all too well interrupted her.
"I thought you would have the whole talking to yourself thing out of your system by now, Granger," the blonde drawled, walking inside without even a glance toward the girl.
"I thought you were still at lunch," was the simple reply that came from her, still in slight shock that he was in her room again.
"I had to come back up here to think - and also get away from Pansy and her annoying voice, and habits.." He heard a small chuckle come from Hermione which sent a smirk across his lips, but then letting a frown come over him again when he realized things weren't the same between them anymore. An awkward silence fell between them for a few moments before Hermione asked:
"Is there anything you want, Malfoy?"
His heart broke silently as he replayed the words she had just asked him over in his head. Hermione just said it with such a 'you're-not-important-to-me-anymore' feel that he got up slowly without answering, but she wouldn't let him out without one.
"I asked you a question, Malfoy. Is there anything you want?" He noticed the sadness in her eyes, and just wanted to hold her once more, telling her everything would be fine - to go back to him - and forget the two that destroyed what love she knew. But he knew he couldn't..
'I'm broken without her.. It's something I can't erase' Draco thought, looking at her once more. Memories flooded his head, words he knew all too well and regretted hearing came back to him.
"It's over.. I'm sorry.."
He had to tell her now how he felt - it didn't matter to him whether she rejected him again or not. But he knew that if they did have feelings for each other, they couldn't try to pretend they loved one another - and they couldn't try to forget. They both knew it was the only thing that was drawing them away from their normal activities, and it was the only thing that had everyone worried about them. But for Draco, not being able to tell her how he felt was driving him mad. So it was now or never. He inhaled slightly and glanced to see if she made any reactions, but she didn't. He continued on.
"Hermione," the boy started and went on before she could open her mouth to object. But instead of what he had originally planned, questions came out. "Why?" he asked once more, knowing the answer very well by now, but he always hoped it would be different every time he asked. Hermione sighed and looked to him again.
"We've been through this a million times.. Draco.. We're different. It would never work. It's over. Hell, it's been over for a while now - why do you want to dwell on the past? There's nothing there for us." The last part of her words caught him off guard. The woman he loved just told him there's nothing there? When they both knew that they wanted and loved everything about each other. When they had been through so much fighting and hurt? Love and anger? He couldn't believe what he was hearing - and his emotions got the best of him once more. Draco grabbed her arms, forcing her to back up against the wall. Pure rage and sadness filling his hues once more.
"You know what? I thought you were different - I really did. But I guess those two idiots you've been hanging around with for the past six years got the best of you, huh? So their friendship really means that much more to you than I do? When we've been there for each other since the beginning of the year? I can't believe you, Hermione.." the grip he held on her got stronger with every word - letting small tears escape her eyes. Somewhere deep inside of him, Draco felt the need to inflict pain on her - just like she did to him - but also knew it was wrong since he loved her. Lifting a finger to wipe the tear away, he smiled to himself as he heard a muffled sob from the girl as she tried to hold back tears.
"You're supposed to love me, Hermione.." he whispered to her, as he pushed back a strand of loose cinnamon curls behind her ear. "But now you're nothing. And now we can both be broken without each other." Another muffled sob as the smirk got wider. "With only the images of one another in our heads, never to be erased. Think about it Hermione," Draco finished before letting her go, watching as she fell to her knees, tears falling to the rug once more.
He turned and left the room without a single last thought about what he had just done - until he reached his room and it dawned on him. 'What did I just do? I'm treating her just like Weasley and Potter did when they found out about us.. I've done worse. I inflicted pain on her out of my own emotions,' he thought to himself, sighing heavily and falling on his bed, closing his eyes and welcoming the familiar darkness, hoping all of this would just turn out to be a dream..
"It's not," he said. "It really isn't a dream. It's just a trip to hell and back.. with everything torn and broken on the way down.." and with that he fell asleep not knowing that just in the other room Hermione was planning in her head something that would change him even more than he thought possible.
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A/N: ::Dances to Death Boy:: Depressing? Angsty? Freakish? Just plain fucked? :D Review and tell me what you think.
..Umm.. Yeah. o.O; Like I said, a few more chapters to go then it'll be finished so check back soon! :D (And yes, I already know what's gonna happen to Hermione and Draco. :B;) Whee.