Chapter 10: Don't Bother Anymore
Disclaimer: HEY! I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! Or Corey Taylor for that matter.
Thanks: Aiya, QueenOrange, Emma, AlyBaby, Rebecca, Kumiko Eharu, glory, Miranda, MoonTrail, tears flow softly, Sky Brooks, Akili, blueberry girl, Queen of the Roses, DracoLegolasOliver r sexy, C, Glenda the Owl, Summersun, Draco-luver, deep.fried.chicken.wings, eva-and-always, BlueStariNight88, Draco'sAmericanGurl, and Corundum Advance.
A/N: Thanks again to my very kind beta!!! Anyway, are you ready for a depressing chapter? I hope so, because this one certainly is! DO NOT SAY I DID NOT WARN YOU!!!! **ducks**
Days passed by. It was now late into the month of November. Hermione had still not gotten too much better. She was still very weak, and was in the Hospital Wing. The Dark Mark was still on her shoulder, and would not go away, even though spells were tried on it several times to heal it.
Hermione was growing more and more depressed each day. Even though she received several visitors, she felt something was missing. She wasn't sure what though. She had no clue why she still felt lonely.
Hermione also wished that somebody would figure out what was wrong with her, and give her an explanation on why she still hasn't gotten better. Hermione was worried about how serious her illness was.
One bright Saturday afternoon, Pansy and Ron went to visit Hermione. Ron had to apologize several times to Pansy in order to get on speaking terms with her again. She was not too happy with the way Ron acted last week. She thought he lost his temper quite a bit.
However, both agreed on one thing. Not to speak to Draco, since he was still acting like a self centered prat in their opinion. He had not said a word to either of them, and was still considered the 'pimp' of Vaillent.
As Pansy and Ron were walking and talking about Draco, they were shocked that they had actually run into him. Draco was pacing in front of Hermione's room, and seemed to be battling whether or not to enter it. Ron glared and muttered, "What is he doing back here? I thought we told him to go away, and stay away from here!"
"He's probably thinking of a good insult to throw at Mione." Pansy replied angrily.
"Well, I will not let him do anything else to hurt her." Ron growled furiously as he stormed toward Draco.
Pansy followed Ron, and shouted, "Hey Malfoy! What are you thinking? Trying to see the girl who hates you the most?"
Draco looked up and glared at the angry couple standing before him, "Well, my thoughts are my private business Parkinson, and you do not deserve to know what they are."
Pansy glared and Ron grabbed a hold of Draco's robes, "You had better get your sorry ass out of here, if you know what is good for you Malfoy. Pimp of Vaillent"
Draco sighed, "No Weasley I think I am going to stay right where I am. I do not need poor trash like you to push me around."
"What was that Malfoy?" came a sneering voice.
Draco felt himself go pale, as he turned around to face a extremely furious Hermione Granger. Draco gasped when he saw her. She looked like a ghost almost, but at the moment she looked like a very angry ghost. She looked a bit like the Bloody Baron when he lost his temper.
Draco put his hand on Hermione's shoulder and said gently, "You look ghastly. You had better go back to your room and rest."
"I am not taking advice from a fucking scum bag such as yourself, Malfoy. Listen very carefully. I hate you. You are the worst thing that has ever happened to me, and the worst thing that has happened to all human kind. You are despicable, terrible, and as bad as your father. I would not care if you rotted in hell, and never ever came back. I may have loved you at one point, but that is over forever. I do not want to have anything to do with you Draco Malfoy. Leave at once, son of Lucius." Hermione said, without any emotion in her cold voice.
~*~*~*~*~ ~I wish I was
To dead to cry
My self -affliction fades
Stones to throw
At my creator
Massacist to which I cater
You don't need to bother
I don't need to be
I'll keep slippin' farther
But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds
Wish I was - too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason
My flaws were open season
For this I gave up trying
One good time deserves my dying
You don't need bother
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds
(guitar)
Wish I died - Instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shells forgotten with it's memories
Diaries left with cryptic entries
And you don't need to bother
I don't need to be
(I don't need to be)
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on, I won't let go until it bleeds
You don't need to bother
I don't need to be yeah
(I don'ttttt neeeeedd to beeeeee)
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on
I'll never live down my disease ~
Draco walked slowly up the winding and dark staircase. Hermione was right and he knew it. Draco knew he was very wrong to begin with. He also knew that his temper and beastly ways had to go. Lucius had always told Draco that he was worthless and should be left to rot. Jewel had said once that Draco was a jerk and was way too cruel to people he considered inferior. Hermione had just given him a lovely hate speech. So Draco decided, enough is enough. Nobody wanted him, and maybe this way was better for everyone.
Draco smirked when he made it to the very top of the North Tower, which was the tallest and most barren tower in all of Beauxbatons. It looked so frightening and many first year students hated to go up there for class.
Draco felt the cold wind sting his face. Draco gulped and thought ~ I will be seeing Jewel soon. Jewel, I will see your smiling face again. ~
Draco sighed and walked to the edge of the tower. With each step he took, he reflected on the mean and nasty things he had done in his life. He remembered how he called Hermione a 'mudblood' He remembered how he constantly made life hell for the people who did not meet up to his standards. He also remembered the times when he argued with Jewel.
~ I really was a terrible person and not good enough for Hermione. Well, I hope she is happy now without me. ~ Draco thought sadly.
Draco looked down over the edge of the tall and forbidding tower. He saw students and teachers outside all happy together, and talking on the lawn far below him. Happiness. That was an emotion that Draco had not experienced in awhile. The only time he was happy was when he was with Hermione and Jewel. But he had neither. Hermione hated his very existence, and Jewel was dead. They were gone, and Draco felt so alone, and unwanted.
"Hermione," he whispered his voice shaking a little, "I wish I could tell you how sorry I was for breaking up with you. I know how mean I was to you, and I wish things were different. I love you."
A single tear fell from Draco's eye, and he muttered, "You can't hear me Hermione, but I really do care about you. I am not the heartless self centered bastard you thought I was. I really love you with all of my heart and soul. I will miss you, Hermione"
Draco sighed, and was about to step over the edge, but he heard a voice in the back of his head saying: Draco! Why are you doing this!
~Because..~ Draco thought.
But you have so much to live for, the voice continued, you can't kill yourself! You can not! What will it prove!! You love Hermione, and she will never know it, if you throw yourself into the pits of hell.
~ Shut up! ~ Draco thought. ~ I hurt Hermione beyond imagination. I do not deserve her. ~
But Draco, the voice cried, you do not deserve to die! Please! You cannot do this. Turn your sorry arse around right now! Please if you kill yourself, Hermione will do something crazy!
~She hates me. She really hates me. She said so~ Draco thought furiously.
The voice would not be quiet though. It continued crying out to Draco: You are crazy! Turn around. Hermione loves you. She may say that she hates you, but it is not true! You know it! I know it. The whole damn world knows it! Turn around this instant!
~ Why should I? ~ Draco thought furiously, and ready to leap off of the top of the tower.
If you do, Lucius wins. Voldemort wins. Hermione needs you! You need her! Do not do this, the voice cried out in desperation.
Draco gasped. He recognized the voice. It was a voice that he thought that he would never ever hear again, at during his lifetime.
"Jewel?" he croaked.
A soft breeze blew by Draco, and he felt his heart lift slightly. Maybe there was hope for him after all. Jewel may have scolded him from time to time, but she had always believed in him, and trusted in him. They were the best of friends, and even her death could not take that away.
Draco smiled, and whispered, "Thanks Jewel. You talked me out of doing something insane."
"Well, well what is this?" came a different voice. A cold and evil voice that wanted Draco dead the most out of anybody. The voice of Lucius Malfoy. Lucius sneered down at Draco, and looked very glad that his son was about to kill himself.
Draco gasped with fear and spun around, "F-F-Father?"
"It's Professor Dulandez at Beauxbatons, Draco. Anyway, what are you doing up here? Going to fling yourself off of the North Tower were you?"
Draco felt himself blushing with fury and embarrassment, "What gives you a ridiculous idea like Lu- OH! I am sorry. DULANDEZ now is it? How nice. May I ask where did you get a stupid name like that?"
Dulandez seemed angry for a very brief moment. But then he smirked happily and evilly as he looked at Draco. He said in a heartless voice "Think about that while you're falling. Say hello to Jewel for me. See you in hell Draco."
And before Draco had even a chance to react Lucius, Dulandez, or whatever you want to call him, pushed Draco off the North Tower. His piercing screams filled the skies, and Lucius laughed with pleasure.
DRACO!!!! **Screams with panic** Well, PLEASE DO NOT FLAME ME!!! I KNOW THIS CLIFFIE IS EVIL, but I could not resist! I have too keep you reading somehow! MWHAHAH!
Love, Sophiebabe ^_^
Disclaimer: HEY! I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! Or Corey Taylor for that matter.
Thanks: Aiya, QueenOrange, Emma, AlyBaby, Rebecca, Kumiko Eharu, glory, Miranda, MoonTrail, tears flow softly, Sky Brooks, Akili, blueberry girl, Queen of the Roses, DracoLegolasOliver r sexy, C, Glenda the Owl, Summersun, Draco-luver, deep.fried.chicken.wings, eva-and-always, BlueStariNight88, Draco'sAmericanGurl, and Corundum Advance.
A/N: Thanks again to my very kind beta!!! Anyway, are you ready for a depressing chapter? I hope so, because this one certainly is! DO NOT SAY I DID NOT WARN YOU!!!! **ducks**
Days passed by. It was now late into the month of November. Hermione had still not gotten too much better. She was still very weak, and was in the Hospital Wing. The Dark Mark was still on her shoulder, and would not go away, even though spells were tried on it several times to heal it.
Hermione was growing more and more depressed each day. Even though she received several visitors, she felt something was missing. She wasn't sure what though. She had no clue why she still felt lonely.
Hermione also wished that somebody would figure out what was wrong with her, and give her an explanation on why she still hasn't gotten better. Hermione was worried about how serious her illness was.
One bright Saturday afternoon, Pansy and Ron went to visit Hermione. Ron had to apologize several times to Pansy in order to get on speaking terms with her again. She was not too happy with the way Ron acted last week. She thought he lost his temper quite a bit.
However, both agreed on one thing. Not to speak to Draco, since he was still acting like a self centered prat in their opinion. He had not said a word to either of them, and was still considered the 'pimp' of Vaillent.
As Pansy and Ron were walking and talking about Draco, they were shocked that they had actually run into him. Draco was pacing in front of Hermione's room, and seemed to be battling whether or not to enter it. Ron glared and muttered, "What is he doing back here? I thought we told him to go away, and stay away from here!"
"He's probably thinking of a good insult to throw at Mione." Pansy replied angrily.
"Well, I will not let him do anything else to hurt her." Ron growled furiously as he stormed toward Draco.
Pansy followed Ron, and shouted, "Hey Malfoy! What are you thinking? Trying to see the girl who hates you the most?"
Draco looked up and glared at the angry couple standing before him, "Well, my thoughts are my private business Parkinson, and you do not deserve to know what they are."
Pansy glared and Ron grabbed a hold of Draco's robes, "You had better get your sorry ass out of here, if you know what is good for you Malfoy. Pimp of Vaillent"
Draco sighed, "No Weasley I think I am going to stay right where I am. I do not need poor trash like you to push me around."
"What was that Malfoy?" came a sneering voice.
Draco felt himself go pale, as he turned around to face a extremely furious Hermione Granger. Draco gasped when he saw her. She looked like a ghost almost, but at the moment she looked like a very angry ghost. She looked a bit like the Bloody Baron when he lost his temper.
Draco put his hand on Hermione's shoulder and said gently, "You look ghastly. You had better go back to your room and rest."
"I am not taking advice from a fucking scum bag such as yourself, Malfoy. Listen very carefully. I hate you. You are the worst thing that has ever happened to me, and the worst thing that has happened to all human kind. You are despicable, terrible, and as bad as your father. I would not care if you rotted in hell, and never ever came back. I may have loved you at one point, but that is over forever. I do not want to have anything to do with you Draco Malfoy. Leave at once, son of Lucius." Hermione said, without any emotion in her cold voice.
~*~*~*~*~ ~I wish I was
To dead to cry
My self -affliction fades
Stones to throw
At my creator
Massacist to which I cater
You don't need to bother
I don't need to be
I'll keep slippin' farther
But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds
Wish I was - too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason
My flaws were open season
For this I gave up trying
One good time deserves my dying
You don't need bother
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds
(guitar)
Wish I died - Instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shells forgotten with it's memories
Diaries left with cryptic entries
And you don't need to bother
I don't need to be
(I don't need to be)
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on, I won't let go until it bleeds
You don't need to bother
I don't need to be yeah
(I don'ttttt neeeeedd to beeeeee)
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on
I'll never live down my disease ~
Draco walked slowly up the winding and dark staircase. Hermione was right and he knew it. Draco knew he was very wrong to begin with. He also knew that his temper and beastly ways had to go. Lucius had always told Draco that he was worthless and should be left to rot. Jewel had said once that Draco was a jerk and was way too cruel to people he considered inferior. Hermione had just given him a lovely hate speech. So Draco decided, enough is enough. Nobody wanted him, and maybe this way was better for everyone.
Draco smirked when he made it to the very top of the North Tower, which was the tallest and most barren tower in all of Beauxbatons. It looked so frightening and many first year students hated to go up there for class.
Draco felt the cold wind sting his face. Draco gulped and thought ~ I will be seeing Jewel soon. Jewel, I will see your smiling face again. ~
Draco sighed and walked to the edge of the tower. With each step he took, he reflected on the mean and nasty things he had done in his life. He remembered how he called Hermione a 'mudblood' He remembered how he constantly made life hell for the people who did not meet up to his standards. He also remembered the times when he argued with Jewel.
~ I really was a terrible person and not good enough for Hermione. Well, I hope she is happy now without me. ~ Draco thought sadly.
Draco looked down over the edge of the tall and forbidding tower. He saw students and teachers outside all happy together, and talking on the lawn far below him. Happiness. That was an emotion that Draco had not experienced in awhile. The only time he was happy was when he was with Hermione and Jewel. But he had neither. Hermione hated his very existence, and Jewel was dead. They were gone, and Draco felt so alone, and unwanted.
"Hermione," he whispered his voice shaking a little, "I wish I could tell you how sorry I was for breaking up with you. I know how mean I was to you, and I wish things were different. I love you."
A single tear fell from Draco's eye, and he muttered, "You can't hear me Hermione, but I really do care about you. I am not the heartless self centered bastard you thought I was. I really love you with all of my heart and soul. I will miss you, Hermione"
Draco sighed, and was about to step over the edge, but he heard a voice in the back of his head saying: Draco! Why are you doing this!
~Because..~ Draco thought.
But you have so much to live for, the voice continued, you can't kill yourself! You can not! What will it prove!! You love Hermione, and she will never know it, if you throw yourself into the pits of hell.
~ Shut up! ~ Draco thought. ~ I hurt Hermione beyond imagination. I do not deserve her. ~
But Draco, the voice cried, you do not deserve to die! Please! You cannot do this. Turn your sorry arse around right now! Please if you kill yourself, Hermione will do something crazy!
~She hates me. She really hates me. She said so~ Draco thought furiously.
The voice would not be quiet though. It continued crying out to Draco: You are crazy! Turn around. Hermione loves you. She may say that she hates you, but it is not true! You know it! I know it. The whole damn world knows it! Turn around this instant!
~ Why should I? ~ Draco thought furiously, and ready to leap off of the top of the tower.
If you do, Lucius wins. Voldemort wins. Hermione needs you! You need her! Do not do this, the voice cried out in desperation.
Draco gasped. He recognized the voice. It was a voice that he thought that he would never ever hear again, at during his lifetime.
"Jewel?" he croaked.
A soft breeze blew by Draco, and he felt his heart lift slightly. Maybe there was hope for him after all. Jewel may have scolded him from time to time, but she had always believed in him, and trusted in him. They were the best of friends, and even her death could not take that away.
Draco smiled, and whispered, "Thanks Jewel. You talked me out of doing something insane."
"Well, well what is this?" came a different voice. A cold and evil voice that wanted Draco dead the most out of anybody. The voice of Lucius Malfoy. Lucius sneered down at Draco, and looked very glad that his son was about to kill himself.
Draco gasped with fear and spun around, "F-F-Father?"
"It's Professor Dulandez at Beauxbatons, Draco. Anyway, what are you doing up here? Going to fling yourself off of the North Tower were you?"
Draco felt himself blushing with fury and embarrassment, "What gives you a ridiculous idea like Lu- OH! I am sorry. DULANDEZ now is it? How nice. May I ask where did you get a stupid name like that?"
Dulandez seemed angry for a very brief moment. But then he smirked happily and evilly as he looked at Draco. He said in a heartless voice "Think about that while you're falling. Say hello to Jewel for me. See you in hell Draco."
And before Draco had even a chance to react Lucius, Dulandez, or whatever you want to call him, pushed Draco off the North Tower. His piercing screams filled the skies, and Lucius laughed with pleasure.
DRACO!!!! **Screams with panic** Well, PLEASE DO NOT FLAME ME!!! I KNOW THIS CLIFFIE IS EVIL, but I could not resist! I have too keep you reading somehow! MWHAHAH!
Love, Sophiebabe ^_^