Filling The Emptiness - Part III
"The Talk"
About five minutes later, Draco, who had never cleaned anything in his life without the help of magic, threw his hands up in the air and swept out of the room to return two seconds later with his wand in hand.
"Malfoy! You can't use magic!" Hermione shrieked at him.
"Oh yeah, Mudblood?" Draco said, looking at her with challenge in his eyes. "Just watch me." And with a swift wave of his wand and a word muttered under his breath, the room was shining and sparkling to perfection.
"MALFOY! WHAT DID YOU DO! YOU KNOW WE'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO USE MAGIC!" Hermione yelled, waving her hands at him and shooting death glares.
"Who cares, Granger, no one is going to know, as long as you don't tell anyone. You won't tell anyone, will you?" Draco asked, starting to get scared as the reality of what he had just done sunk in.
"I have to tell Remus and Sirius. They have to know, because they obviously don't want us using magic for a reason," Hermione said, and started to pace the floor.
Draco sighed and sat on the bed. She was right, though; he shouldn't have used magic. But who wants to clean, anyway? He thought to himself. Cleaning is boring as hell and takes up valuable time. He leaned his head down onto the pillow. Why had his parents done this to him? He had never done anything wrong. Okay, so that was a huge understatement, but did that mean they had to keep something this important from him?
From across the room, Draco saw Hermione look at him. He could see pity in her eyes, but at this point he didn't really care. He wanted to go back to Hogwarts and attempt to continue living somewhat normally, but he knew that wouldn't happen.
Hermione moved toward him, and put her hand on top of his.
"Malfoy?" she said.
Draco nodded at her to continue.
"You know, Harry has had to go through all this too, and he had to have all this hidden from him as well. And, well. maybe if you two talked things over, you could work something out between the both of you. I mean, you will be living together and sharing a room for who knows how long, and you really should come to some sort of an agreement and I think that we all need to get to know each other better. I only hated you because Harry and Ron hated you and because of all those "Mudblood" comments and other things you have done over the past years. But I think that deep down, you are probably just scared and are exactly like us, but you conceal it, which we don't do." Hermione looked at Draco with eyes full of wisdom beyond her 15 years. But Draco knew that Granger had gone through a lot more than he himself had gone through.
"I guess," was all Draco said. "But it would be so hard for me to even talk civilly to him without letting something slip. The only way I know how to act around him is either being a bastard or not talking to him at all," Draco thought. Or rather, he thought he thought. But Hermione gave him a weird look and said, "What might slip?"
OH NO! He had been thinking aloud. Oh man, this is double shit. If Granger finds out about my little infatuation with Harry, I don't know what I'd do.Draco thought, furious at himself.
"Nothing, Granger," he said in what he thought was a casual tone. Apparently it had come out more of a frightful tone, and Hermione rested her gaze on him and said, "Okay, Malfoy. Spill. What is going on with you?"
Draco looked at Hermione, her face forming into a look of intrigue. He sighed, defeated.
"If this conversation ever goes past us, I'll kill you, you got it?" Draco asked.
"Got it, Malfoy, now tell me what is happening," Hermione said, sitting down on the bed beside Draco, ready for a long story.
"Well." Draco started off. "I don't remember when exactly, but somewhere along the lines I developed a little. thing for Harry. First I was scared of it, I mean, how many people out there love members of the same sex?"
"Lots," Hermione interjected. "Please continue."
"Anyway, I was scared, and I tried to force it out of my system. I went back to Pansy and started hanging around her again, which only made the whole situation worse because Pansy is annoying and stupid, so I gave it up and just realized I was infatuated with Harry. It became like a normal thing every morning to look at the Gryffindor Table, sneak a glance at Harry, then turn it into a glare when he stared back at me. I was really well with hiding what I felt, and no one ever questioned me about looking at the Gryffindors too much, and no doubt you noticed, but I stopped picking so many fights."
Hermione nodded at this. She had noticed that Malfoy had laid off on the fights until one particular day, where he had just come up to them. But Draco had started talking again.
"Then, right after the feast last year, I was planning on telling Harry that I sort of liked him, but when I came up to you three, Weasley freaked out and started throwing punches. I, of course, punched back because what am I supposed to do? Just lie there and let him kill me? I think not. Anyway, that was the last I thought about telling Harry how I felt. I would just have to watch from afar."
Hermione stared at him. She stared at Draco for a long time, trying to see past those cold, silvery gray eyes, and finally, she said, "Oh."
"Is that all you have to say about my story? My heart-wrenching, terrifying, sad, love story?" He put on a look of mock hurt.
Hermione laughed, slapped him playfully on the arm, and said, "You know, I'm sorry for what has happened all these years, and like I said before, maybe we can all just start over."
Draco smiled, and was about to respond when he heard the front door bang open. Into the room ran Sirius, Remus, Ron, and Harry, all looking very scared.
"Okay, which one of you used magic?" Sirius said, looking worried.
"I did," Draco said, standing up to face Sirius.
"I told you both no magic! Oh damn, this is bad," Sirius said.
Remus and Sirius both began pacing the room, until what seemed like hours later, when Remus said to Sirius, "We will have to take them now. We have no other choice, Voldemort will find us if we don't leave soon." He turned to the four teens. "All four of you need to pack your bags, we are leaving in 15 minutes. Did Nelon, the owl come?"
A soft tapping was heard on the window. Outside of it was Nelon, clutching a scroll of parchment. Remus went to the window, letting the owl in and giving it a treat before taking the scroll and sending it off. Remus walked over to Sirius and they looked at the scroll together. They both read it while Draco and the Trio went to pack up.
Ten minutes later, they were all standing in front of the fireplace again, ready to go.
To Sirius, Remus said, "The first stop is the Fire Forest. Do you really think that they can go through it? It's kind of dangerous."
"They will be fine. They are old enough to know what to do. Besides, they can use magic there, so it will be easier for everyone."
"Okay, when you step into the fire this time, say 'Fire Forest' then when you fall out of the fire, immediately cover yourself with a protection charm, which will appear as a pink bubble around you. You'll have to say 'Protenictus' for the charm to work. Now get going, we don't have a lot of time, and wait for instructions before moving on, okay?" Remus said this all very fast, a look of fear still on his face.
Everyone nodded, and the Trio went first, followed by Draco.
The first thing Draco saw when he got out of the fireplace, was miles and miles all around him, every last inch covered in red, orange, and yellow flames.
A/N: I absolutely LOVE this chapter! I didn't have to work really hard on it either, it just sort of came to me. Thanks a bunch to last chapters reviewers, I luv u all!
Luv, Rachael xoxo
"The Talk"
About five minutes later, Draco, who had never cleaned anything in his life without the help of magic, threw his hands up in the air and swept out of the room to return two seconds later with his wand in hand.
"Malfoy! You can't use magic!" Hermione shrieked at him.
"Oh yeah, Mudblood?" Draco said, looking at her with challenge in his eyes. "Just watch me." And with a swift wave of his wand and a word muttered under his breath, the room was shining and sparkling to perfection.
"MALFOY! WHAT DID YOU DO! YOU KNOW WE'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO USE MAGIC!" Hermione yelled, waving her hands at him and shooting death glares.
"Who cares, Granger, no one is going to know, as long as you don't tell anyone. You won't tell anyone, will you?" Draco asked, starting to get scared as the reality of what he had just done sunk in.
"I have to tell Remus and Sirius. They have to know, because they obviously don't want us using magic for a reason," Hermione said, and started to pace the floor.
Draco sighed and sat on the bed. She was right, though; he shouldn't have used magic. But who wants to clean, anyway? He thought to himself. Cleaning is boring as hell and takes up valuable time. He leaned his head down onto the pillow. Why had his parents done this to him? He had never done anything wrong. Okay, so that was a huge understatement, but did that mean they had to keep something this important from him?
From across the room, Draco saw Hermione look at him. He could see pity in her eyes, but at this point he didn't really care. He wanted to go back to Hogwarts and attempt to continue living somewhat normally, but he knew that wouldn't happen.
Hermione moved toward him, and put her hand on top of his.
"Malfoy?" she said.
Draco nodded at her to continue.
"You know, Harry has had to go through all this too, and he had to have all this hidden from him as well. And, well. maybe if you two talked things over, you could work something out between the both of you. I mean, you will be living together and sharing a room for who knows how long, and you really should come to some sort of an agreement and I think that we all need to get to know each other better. I only hated you because Harry and Ron hated you and because of all those "Mudblood" comments and other things you have done over the past years. But I think that deep down, you are probably just scared and are exactly like us, but you conceal it, which we don't do." Hermione looked at Draco with eyes full of wisdom beyond her 15 years. But Draco knew that Granger had gone through a lot more than he himself had gone through.
"I guess," was all Draco said. "But it would be so hard for me to even talk civilly to him without letting something slip. The only way I know how to act around him is either being a bastard or not talking to him at all," Draco thought. Or rather, he thought he thought. But Hermione gave him a weird look and said, "What might slip?"
OH NO! He had been thinking aloud. Oh man, this is double shit. If Granger finds out about my little infatuation with Harry, I don't know what I'd do.Draco thought, furious at himself.
"Nothing, Granger," he said in what he thought was a casual tone. Apparently it had come out more of a frightful tone, and Hermione rested her gaze on him and said, "Okay, Malfoy. Spill. What is going on with you?"
Draco looked at Hermione, her face forming into a look of intrigue. He sighed, defeated.
"If this conversation ever goes past us, I'll kill you, you got it?" Draco asked.
"Got it, Malfoy, now tell me what is happening," Hermione said, sitting down on the bed beside Draco, ready for a long story.
"Well." Draco started off. "I don't remember when exactly, but somewhere along the lines I developed a little. thing for Harry. First I was scared of it, I mean, how many people out there love members of the same sex?"
"Lots," Hermione interjected. "Please continue."
"Anyway, I was scared, and I tried to force it out of my system. I went back to Pansy and started hanging around her again, which only made the whole situation worse because Pansy is annoying and stupid, so I gave it up and just realized I was infatuated with Harry. It became like a normal thing every morning to look at the Gryffindor Table, sneak a glance at Harry, then turn it into a glare when he stared back at me. I was really well with hiding what I felt, and no one ever questioned me about looking at the Gryffindors too much, and no doubt you noticed, but I stopped picking so many fights."
Hermione nodded at this. She had noticed that Malfoy had laid off on the fights until one particular day, where he had just come up to them. But Draco had started talking again.
"Then, right after the feast last year, I was planning on telling Harry that I sort of liked him, but when I came up to you three, Weasley freaked out and started throwing punches. I, of course, punched back because what am I supposed to do? Just lie there and let him kill me? I think not. Anyway, that was the last I thought about telling Harry how I felt. I would just have to watch from afar."
Hermione stared at him. She stared at Draco for a long time, trying to see past those cold, silvery gray eyes, and finally, she said, "Oh."
"Is that all you have to say about my story? My heart-wrenching, terrifying, sad, love story?" He put on a look of mock hurt.
Hermione laughed, slapped him playfully on the arm, and said, "You know, I'm sorry for what has happened all these years, and like I said before, maybe we can all just start over."
Draco smiled, and was about to respond when he heard the front door bang open. Into the room ran Sirius, Remus, Ron, and Harry, all looking very scared.
"Okay, which one of you used magic?" Sirius said, looking worried.
"I did," Draco said, standing up to face Sirius.
"I told you both no magic! Oh damn, this is bad," Sirius said.
Remus and Sirius both began pacing the room, until what seemed like hours later, when Remus said to Sirius, "We will have to take them now. We have no other choice, Voldemort will find us if we don't leave soon." He turned to the four teens. "All four of you need to pack your bags, we are leaving in 15 minutes. Did Nelon, the owl come?"
A soft tapping was heard on the window. Outside of it was Nelon, clutching a scroll of parchment. Remus went to the window, letting the owl in and giving it a treat before taking the scroll and sending it off. Remus walked over to Sirius and they looked at the scroll together. They both read it while Draco and the Trio went to pack up.
Ten minutes later, they were all standing in front of the fireplace again, ready to go.
To Sirius, Remus said, "The first stop is the Fire Forest. Do you really think that they can go through it? It's kind of dangerous."
"They will be fine. They are old enough to know what to do. Besides, they can use magic there, so it will be easier for everyone."
"Okay, when you step into the fire this time, say 'Fire Forest' then when you fall out of the fire, immediately cover yourself with a protection charm, which will appear as a pink bubble around you. You'll have to say 'Protenictus' for the charm to work. Now get going, we don't have a lot of time, and wait for instructions before moving on, okay?" Remus said this all very fast, a look of fear still on his face.
Everyone nodded, and the Trio went first, followed by Draco.
The first thing Draco saw when he got out of the fireplace, was miles and miles all around him, every last inch covered in red, orange, and yellow flames.
A/N: I absolutely LOVE this chapter! I didn't have to work really hard on it either, it just sort of came to me. Thanks a bunch to last chapters reviewers, I luv u all!
Luv, Rachael xoxo