"Break me, Shake me"
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A/N: Yay. New chapter. Dunno if there's a twist (or.. something. Maybe it's predictable, that's your call.) or whatever, but I hope it turns out okay. o_o; Insomnia has once more messed up my mind for the night.. Whoo.. Heh.
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Shining silver streaked across the ivory skin, crimson leaking out from the slit. Her body slightly crumpled up in a ball on the floor, the door closed as tears fell once more. So this was the plan, she thought. To try to inflict as much pain upon him as he did to her. It was only right.. Getting even?
"But since when was this even," she mumbled to herself, looking around slightly. He was in the other room feeling just as low as she was, and didn't have any ideas of what was going to happen.. Cinnamon hues glanced to the crimson-stained blade, as tears fell again. How, after so much, could everything just happen that quickly, and end just as fast? It was something even Hermione couldn't figure out. Yet she was the one doing this to herself. They still had feelings for one another - it was obvious. But to Hermione, friends came before love, and it was something Draco couldn't and wouldn't want to handle at anytime in his life.
"It'll all be over soon," the girl whispered slowly, still looking at her arm. "Draco will forget all about me.. and I won't have to choose anymore. The fighting will be over. And the pain, and yelling, also.. Nothing to worry about. Then I can watch over all three of them without having to do anything." A small smile crossed her face. Maybe this was what she wanted. It was a scary thought to her, of course.
'But it all makes sense in its own weird way..' Hermione thought, putting the blade down beside her. Not once had she ever tried this before - trying to run away from her problems with the single blade of a knife - but now that she had tried it.. it was comforting in its own weird way. Like nothing could stop her. And nobody would ignore or yell at her anymore.. And slowly her eyes fell closed as she felt her body fall back to the cold surface of the ground when a male's voice she knew all too well yelled her name, complete shock and terror filling his voice.
"Hermione!?"
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Sunlight hit the girl's eyes making her flinch at the sudden brightness and move around on the bed trying to find darkness once more yet it never happened. The same voice that called out her name a few minutes, or a few days, ago was now talking to her at a soft and slow pace. "Hermione? You awake? Are you alright?"
'So different from how he was earlier..' Hermione thought to herself, mumbling a few words to him that sounded like "Am I in hell..?". Malfoy chuckled lightly at the thought, but took her hand - a sad look coming over his face, though, when she pulled away, not looking at him.
"I found you in the bathroom," he stated, not sure what else to say as he watched the girl fidget, trying to go back to sleep again. He was surprised when he heard her voice, more clearly this time.
"Why didn't you leave me in there, Malfoy?" So we're back to last names again, he thought, sitting back in the chair he was in, glancing her over. He didn't want to send a rude remark to her, afraid she would take it too seriously in her condition, and try something like that again - but this was the girl he loved, no matter what she told him otherwise. Instead of answering her question though, he decided to ask her a few. The one word that came from his mouth was the one thing that had been on his mind since he had found her.
"Why?"
There was silence for a moment before the rustling of pillows and covers could be heard and she spoke up. "It was too much to handle. I couldn't take the constant decision on having to choose between Ron and Harry or you. With the fighting and yelling, it got to be too much.. I just couldn't take it. So I formed a plan after you left me alone, then went to the bathroom, found a knife and cut myself a few times. Simple, really."
"You're lucky they weren't deep. They were curable with a few magic spells and potions you were forced to drink while you were passed out." Noticing this, Hermione looked to her arms. He was right. Only the faint lines outlined in a small tint of pink were visible, contrasting with her skin. She didn't even notice that it wasn't hurting anymore. Sudden anger and sadness filled her though as she glared up to him.
"You never answered my question though, why didn't you leave me there? I would have been fine."
"You would have died."
"That was the point."
The boy took in a heavy sigh before answering. "I didn't leave you there because I love you.." a small snort could be heard from Hermione, but he chose to ignore it for the time being. "I may not have shown it the other day when I grabbed your wrists - and I'm sorry - but I was just so tired of being second best to Potty and Weasel. You said they were all you had, right? Would they really have treated you like shit when the Weasel found out about us? Would they have ignored you all those hours during and outside of class? Would they make you choose between your friends and lover? Would a real friend do that?"
"You made me. You got angry at me, remember. You just said it yourself."
"Then I guess we're all guilty for something.. But what I said before was true, Hermione. I love you - and I don't want to lose you to anything or anyone. You mean the world to me. I never thought I'd be saying this to anyone, but it's the truth."
Another moment of silence passed between them before Hermione spoke again. ".. I'm sorry," were the only things she managed to mutter before the girl flung her arms around his neck, tears soaking into his vest and uniform. "I'm sorry for everything, Malfoy. For the fighting and yelling.. causing everyone pain and trying to hold up a relationship that would never work out between us.. For always doubting you, instead of going to you - not Harry and Ron.. they're my friends, but they're not who I love. I'm sorry."
They had heard those two words so many times during the years, they didn't think it had any meaning anymore. No one was truly ever sorry until now. Hermione, for all the doubting and causing pain, and Draco for the fighting and insulting. The blond boy smiled slightly as he patted the girl's head a few minutes later, smiling at her figure laying beside him.
Who knows? Maybe a Slytherin and a Gryffindor could get along for periods of time without killing each other. They had made it this far, right? Why not keep going together - opposing all who stand in their way. Enjoy the ride, per say..
It would work out between them. He was sure of that. Hermione loved him and vice versa. And nothing could ever stop that kind of love from one person to another..
Not even death.
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A/N: Check back for the next (and possibly last) chapter for "Break me, Shake me" if you want to know how it all ends and what the last line means. :B Although you people are smart enough to figure it out for yourselves and all. Heh. It kinda reminds me of when Snape was telling the Potions class about the selected few who might be able to put a stopper in death..
Okay, I'm rambling sorry. XB Anyways.. yeah. o_o ::Gives cookies and balloons to the reviewers:: <33 Thanks again. Hope to get some more. And come back soon. :B
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A/N: Yay. New chapter. Dunno if there's a twist (or.. something. Maybe it's predictable, that's your call.) or whatever, but I hope it turns out okay. o_o; Insomnia has once more messed up my mind for the night.. Whoo.. Heh.
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Shining silver streaked across the ivory skin, crimson leaking out from the slit. Her body slightly crumpled up in a ball on the floor, the door closed as tears fell once more. So this was the plan, she thought. To try to inflict as much pain upon him as he did to her. It was only right.. Getting even?
"But since when was this even," she mumbled to herself, looking around slightly. He was in the other room feeling just as low as she was, and didn't have any ideas of what was going to happen.. Cinnamon hues glanced to the crimson-stained blade, as tears fell again. How, after so much, could everything just happen that quickly, and end just as fast? It was something even Hermione couldn't figure out. Yet she was the one doing this to herself. They still had feelings for one another - it was obvious. But to Hermione, friends came before love, and it was something Draco couldn't and wouldn't want to handle at anytime in his life.
"It'll all be over soon," the girl whispered slowly, still looking at her arm. "Draco will forget all about me.. and I won't have to choose anymore. The fighting will be over. And the pain, and yelling, also.. Nothing to worry about. Then I can watch over all three of them without having to do anything." A small smile crossed her face. Maybe this was what she wanted. It was a scary thought to her, of course.
'But it all makes sense in its own weird way..' Hermione thought, putting the blade down beside her. Not once had she ever tried this before - trying to run away from her problems with the single blade of a knife - but now that she had tried it.. it was comforting in its own weird way. Like nothing could stop her. And nobody would ignore or yell at her anymore.. And slowly her eyes fell closed as she felt her body fall back to the cold surface of the ground when a male's voice she knew all too well yelled her name, complete shock and terror filling his voice.
"Hermione!?"
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Sunlight hit the girl's eyes making her flinch at the sudden brightness and move around on the bed trying to find darkness once more yet it never happened. The same voice that called out her name a few minutes, or a few days, ago was now talking to her at a soft and slow pace. "Hermione? You awake? Are you alright?"
'So different from how he was earlier..' Hermione thought to herself, mumbling a few words to him that sounded like "Am I in hell..?". Malfoy chuckled lightly at the thought, but took her hand - a sad look coming over his face, though, when she pulled away, not looking at him.
"I found you in the bathroom," he stated, not sure what else to say as he watched the girl fidget, trying to go back to sleep again. He was surprised when he heard her voice, more clearly this time.
"Why didn't you leave me in there, Malfoy?" So we're back to last names again, he thought, sitting back in the chair he was in, glancing her over. He didn't want to send a rude remark to her, afraid she would take it too seriously in her condition, and try something like that again - but this was the girl he loved, no matter what she told him otherwise. Instead of answering her question though, he decided to ask her a few. The one word that came from his mouth was the one thing that had been on his mind since he had found her.
"Why?"
There was silence for a moment before the rustling of pillows and covers could be heard and she spoke up. "It was too much to handle. I couldn't take the constant decision on having to choose between Ron and Harry or you. With the fighting and yelling, it got to be too much.. I just couldn't take it. So I formed a plan after you left me alone, then went to the bathroom, found a knife and cut myself a few times. Simple, really."
"You're lucky they weren't deep. They were curable with a few magic spells and potions you were forced to drink while you were passed out." Noticing this, Hermione looked to her arms. He was right. Only the faint lines outlined in a small tint of pink were visible, contrasting with her skin. She didn't even notice that it wasn't hurting anymore. Sudden anger and sadness filled her though as she glared up to him.
"You never answered my question though, why didn't you leave me there? I would have been fine."
"You would have died."
"That was the point."
The boy took in a heavy sigh before answering. "I didn't leave you there because I love you.." a small snort could be heard from Hermione, but he chose to ignore it for the time being. "I may not have shown it the other day when I grabbed your wrists - and I'm sorry - but I was just so tired of being second best to Potty and Weasel. You said they were all you had, right? Would they really have treated you like shit when the Weasel found out about us? Would they have ignored you all those hours during and outside of class? Would they make you choose between your friends and lover? Would a real friend do that?"
"You made me. You got angry at me, remember. You just said it yourself."
"Then I guess we're all guilty for something.. But what I said before was true, Hermione. I love you - and I don't want to lose you to anything or anyone. You mean the world to me. I never thought I'd be saying this to anyone, but it's the truth."
Another moment of silence passed between them before Hermione spoke again. ".. I'm sorry," were the only things she managed to mutter before the girl flung her arms around his neck, tears soaking into his vest and uniform. "I'm sorry for everything, Malfoy. For the fighting and yelling.. causing everyone pain and trying to hold up a relationship that would never work out between us.. For always doubting you, instead of going to you - not Harry and Ron.. they're my friends, but they're not who I love. I'm sorry."
They had heard those two words so many times during the years, they didn't think it had any meaning anymore. No one was truly ever sorry until now. Hermione, for all the doubting and causing pain, and Draco for the fighting and insulting. The blond boy smiled slightly as he patted the girl's head a few minutes later, smiling at her figure laying beside him.
Who knows? Maybe a Slytherin and a Gryffindor could get along for periods of time without killing each other. They had made it this far, right? Why not keep going together - opposing all who stand in their way. Enjoy the ride, per say..
It would work out between them. He was sure of that. Hermione loved him and vice versa. And nothing could ever stop that kind of love from one person to another..
Not even death.
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A/N: Check back for the next (and possibly last) chapter for "Break me, Shake me" if you want to know how it all ends and what the last line means. :B Although you people are smart enough to figure it out for yourselves and all. Heh. It kinda reminds me of when Snape was telling the Potions class about the selected few who might be able to put a stopper in death..
Okay, I'm rambling sorry. XB Anyways.. yeah. o_o ::Gives cookies and balloons to the reviewers:: <33 Thanks again. Hope to get some more. And come back soon. :B