For Who They Really Are: Catalina Connelly. Malfoy(?!)
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Hermione's P.O.V:
"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!!" I yelled to myself.
Why in the world did I just do that? This really, really sucks. I have just told Draco Malfoy, the meanest person in the world my inner most feelings. No one even knows and I mean no one!! Not Harry, not Ron, not Marisa, not Ginny, not even my own mother for crying out loud. I mean let's face it I haven't studied in Hogwarts for two years, and it's like I don't even know these people anymore. Everyone is acting so different.
"Shit!" I was so frustrated.
Someone knocked on the door.
"What!?" I screamed.
"Uh. can I talk to you?" Draco's soothing. no wait. annoying (that's better) voice whispered.
"Not now Malfoy." I buried my face into my pillow. "Don't you think you've caused enough damage? This is not exactly a good time."
"Okay. uh. if you need me I'll be in the Slytherin Common Room for the next hour."
How could a boy so horrible have the voice of an angel? Wait. I didn't just say that.
"What have I gotten myself into?"
I cried myself to sleep.
Draco's P.O.V:
What a mess I've created. This has never happened to me before. I've never felt so guilty in my life. not even when my father made me kill all those innocent muggles.
I mean all my life I was raised to believe that I was in one of the most powerful families. I was allowed to do anything I wanted but of course my father already planned everything I wanted out, whether or not I really wanted it. Everyone thought I wanted to be just like my father but I didn't and only my mother understood that because she was the only one who saw what my father was truly like. The coldhearted beast was probably the devil himself (if not worse). He was like a dog following everything his so- called Master told him to do. When his Master said sit, he sat. When his Master said kill, he sure killed. And when his master said I want your oldest, he gave up his only daughter.
Thinking of Catalina brought tears to my eyes. No one knew of her being my sister because when she began in Hogwarts she was the first Malfoy to get into Gryffindor. So she carried my mother's maiden name to keep the "sacred Malfoy name" in tact. I was not allowed to have anything to do with her when I began in my first year. Often times I would look at the Gryffindor table to see her talking to all the other Gryffindor kids. She was their sister then, not mine.
And tomorrow everyone will learn who truly killed Voldemort.
I decided not go into the Slytherin common room anymore. And as I though of my older sister all I wanted to do was drift of to dream land and see her one last time.
Author's P.O.V:
The next morning all the students at Hogwarts had found a note on their dressers informing them to wear black for a memorial. No one knew whom it was for, except Draco.
Hermione's P.O.V:
I woke up the next morning to find a note on my dresser.
Good Morning Student, (A/N: sorry, I have no idea what to say.)
Today, the 1st of September, we would like to request you all to dress in your most formal black attire. Muggle-wear will do fine. We will see you in the Great Hall at ten this morning.
Professor Dumbledore
What could this possibly be for? I might as well look good if I am to be humiliated in front of all those Slytherins. Draco probably told them everything. And as I once read, "If you're going to fall, fall with style." Of course that isn't really a quote I just got it off some magazine.
I got out of bed and began to get ready. I looked into my trunk to look for the only black outfit I had.
A knock came from the door.
"Yeah?" I called out from my bathroom.
"Hermione? Oh good you're up. uh. I know that you're kind of.. uh. I need help." He whined.
I looked at myself one last time in the mirror and walked to my door.
I saw Draco standing there looking helpless. He gaped at me.
"What?" I gave him an annoyed look.
It took everything in me to look at him like that. He looked like he hadn't slept all night and his eyes were red and puffy.
"You look like you were hit by a bus?" I told him.
"A bus?" He quistioned.
"Yeah. you know." I began., "It's a motor coach for public transportation."
"Really? What book did you read that in?" He looked at me.
"The dictionary?"
"What's that?" He looked even more confused now.
"Forget it. What do you want?" I rolled my eyes knowing that if I kept explaining all the muggle things in the world we'd get out of here as bones.
"I need help with this." He lifted it up.
"A tie? Why?"
Draco laughed.
"What now?" I asked in frustration.
"You rhymed."
"Do you always act retarded? Give me that." I took the tie from him and began to put it on. "You should really learn how to do this."
"Why?"
"Because it comes in handy." I finished it. "There."
He looked at it in awe. "Why learn how to do this when I have you as a roomie." He smiled at me.
This guy is just too weird. He's acting like nothing happened last night.
"Well I should get going now. The ceremony begins in thirty minutes." He ran out of the room
"What ceremony?" I mumbled to myself.
Author's P.O.V:
Hermione fixed herself up a little more and walked into the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Hey everyone." She called out making her presence known.
"Hey, Herm. wow! You look good." Ginny smiled and walked over to her.
She looked down at her outfit. It was a simple short, black spaghetti strap dress with a hanging cardigan over it.
Hermione's P.O.V:
"Thanks, Gin. You do too. Did you see Marisa, I hope you guys made her feel welcome on her first night." I smiled.
"Of course we did. She and I are roomies. She's already in the Great Hall with Ron. Harry's been waiting for you. I'll go ahead okay." She smiled at me.
"Sure." I took a seat and patiently waited for Harry.
A few minutes later Harry came running down the stairs his hair all messed up again. But he looked handsome in his suit.
I stood up and he looked at me.
"Wooow! You look amazing." He smiled at me.
"You look good too." I said. "We better go."
"Come on." We walked to the Great Hall. I noticed how all the seats were put together and the tables were gone. I looked straight ahead to see Marisa waving at me. Harry and I walked up to them.
"What's this for?" I looked at Marisa.
"I don't know. I'm the new kid here." She smiled at me.
Dumbledore's cough interrupted everyone who was talking.
"Ah. yes, good morning to you all. This morning we are here to give a memorial service to the one who conquered Voldemort. She used to be a student here but she graduated two years ago. And up to this very moment not one person knows who this girl is except of course for her family. She used to be in the Gryffindor house. She was the "older sister" of all the first year Gryffindors and somehow she managed to steal every boys heart not only with her beauty but everything in her." I noticed that the Head Master was crying.
"She was an amazing girl and had no problems accepting people for who they really are. And that's one lesson I hope you can get from.." He ccleared his throat one last time. "Catalina Connelly." He paused. "Malfoy. Or to most of you just plain Catalina Connelly."
Everyone was in some state of shock. Tears began to flow from my eyes as I remembered Catalina. She was probably the nicest person I've ever known.
She defeated Voldemort?
"And now as we continue Catalina's memorial we would like to present to you a short documentary of Catalina's life here in Hogwarts."
One by one they showed Catalina's beautiful face with everyone dear to her. The second to the last picture was a picture of her family. No one could miss Draco's face. They were three children, her and Draco and another little boy. And the last picture was definitely the most heart warming. It was a picture of her in a swing smiling. She had the most beautiful face.
"And as we continue I would like to call on Catalina's youngest brother Michael. He's only five years old.
A cute little boy in a suit began to walk slowly across the stage.
"Hi! My name is Michael. Mommy asked me to go on stage to say something nice about Tali." He mumbled. "Many days ago mommy went to me and told me daddy went away forever and I cried. I had a big boo-boo in my heart. But then mommy told me the Tali was going to be my angel and I was happy but then she said I was only going to see her in my dreams. And that night when I went to sleep I did see Tali in my dreams and she gave me a band aid and I asked her why and she said that it was for my boo-boo and the next morning my heart didn't hurt so much anymore." He smiled. "And mommy says that you were all Tali's little sib. sib.. sil. siblings not by blood but by heart so I thought I could give you all something from Tali."
The young Malfoy clapped his hands as baskets were passed around. I took the object inside the basket and found a little Band-Aid with Tali written on it.
"Maybe this will help you with your boo-boo's. I love you Tali." He walked off the platform.
Harry put his arm around me as I began to cry on his shoulder.
"And to close this ceremony I would like to call on Catalina's other brother, Mister Draco Malfoy."
I watched Draco walk to the platform. I could tell he was crying. Draco's P.O.V:
I was so nervous at the beginning of the ceremony but the picture of Cat smiling inspired me and reminded me of my duties as her brother.
"Growing up I watched as my sister found new brother's and sister's to play with. You see when my father found out that Cat wasn't a Slytherin I was not allowed to talk to her during the school year. And when I began my first year in Hogwarts I watched in envy as all the other Gryffindor kids got to play with my sister. But she never forgot me. She would send owls at night telling me about her day and asking how I was. She knew I was jealous of the other kids but then she would always reassure me and tell me that I was always going to be her little brother not just by blood but by heart as well. As most of you know Cat was an extraordinary girl in many simple ways. No matter what evil my father taught her she remained pure.
"Cat's death was not an accident. It was planned but she fought back and she fought back with heart. And I'm sure that's exactly how she defeated Voldemort. It didn't take the kid with scar, the loyal friend, or event the smartest one in school to defeat him. All it took was an angel, something that can never be replaced. My sister gave up her life doing what's right. My father worked with Voldemort for honor but I think my sister truly displayed what honor is when she fought for what she thought was right. And I don't think there is any better way you can die."
"And before I walk off the stage I only pray that you will always remember her because she's the one person who truly deserves to be remembered. I love you, Cat. I know you can hear me." I kissed my speech and walked off the platform crying. I spotted my mother who was crying.
"You're not doing a speech?" I asked her.
"After your speech, I'm pretty much speechless." She hugged me.
"I need to step out for a moment." I whispered.
I walked out to the garden and sat down only thinking of Cat.
A/N: Thanks you guys keep all the reviews coming. It inspires me a lot!! And I would absolutely love it if you guys e-mailed me. ( My address is tinx_4ever@yahoo.com
Secret Destiny - Thanks so much! You've inspired me to continue the story.
Crazy - Thanks for the review! Something MIGHT happen to Draco and Hermione, but do they know?!? (
The Charmed One - I'm glad you like it. I enjoyed writing it.
Disclaimer: Don't own it, fine by me! (
Hermione's P.O.V:
"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!!" I yelled to myself.
Why in the world did I just do that? This really, really sucks. I have just told Draco Malfoy, the meanest person in the world my inner most feelings. No one even knows and I mean no one!! Not Harry, not Ron, not Marisa, not Ginny, not even my own mother for crying out loud. I mean let's face it I haven't studied in Hogwarts for two years, and it's like I don't even know these people anymore. Everyone is acting so different.
"Shit!" I was so frustrated.
Someone knocked on the door.
"What!?" I screamed.
"Uh. can I talk to you?" Draco's soothing. no wait. annoying (that's better) voice whispered.
"Not now Malfoy." I buried my face into my pillow. "Don't you think you've caused enough damage? This is not exactly a good time."
"Okay. uh. if you need me I'll be in the Slytherin Common Room for the next hour."
How could a boy so horrible have the voice of an angel? Wait. I didn't just say that.
"What have I gotten myself into?"
I cried myself to sleep.
Draco's P.O.V:
What a mess I've created. This has never happened to me before. I've never felt so guilty in my life. not even when my father made me kill all those innocent muggles.
I mean all my life I was raised to believe that I was in one of the most powerful families. I was allowed to do anything I wanted but of course my father already planned everything I wanted out, whether or not I really wanted it. Everyone thought I wanted to be just like my father but I didn't and only my mother understood that because she was the only one who saw what my father was truly like. The coldhearted beast was probably the devil himself (if not worse). He was like a dog following everything his so- called Master told him to do. When his Master said sit, he sat. When his Master said kill, he sure killed. And when his master said I want your oldest, he gave up his only daughter.
Thinking of Catalina brought tears to my eyes. No one knew of her being my sister because when she began in Hogwarts she was the first Malfoy to get into Gryffindor. So she carried my mother's maiden name to keep the "sacred Malfoy name" in tact. I was not allowed to have anything to do with her when I began in my first year. Often times I would look at the Gryffindor table to see her talking to all the other Gryffindor kids. She was their sister then, not mine.
And tomorrow everyone will learn who truly killed Voldemort.
I decided not go into the Slytherin common room anymore. And as I though of my older sister all I wanted to do was drift of to dream land and see her one last time.
Author's P.O.V:
The next morning all the students at Hogwarts had found a note on their dressers informing them to wear black for a memorial. No one knew whom it was for, except Draco.
Hermione's P.O.V:
I woke up the next morning to find a note on my dresser.
Good Morning Student, (A/N: sorry, I have no idea what to say.)
Today, the 1st of September, we would like to request you all to dress in your most formal black attire. Muggle-wear will do fine. We will see you in the Great Hall at ten this morning.
Professor Dumbledore
What could this possibly be for? I might as well look good if I am to be humiliated in front of all those Slytherins. Draco probably told them everything. And as I once read, "If you're going to fall, fall with style." Of course that isn't really a quote I just got it off some magazine.
I got out of bed and began to get ready. I looked into my trunk to look for the only black outfit I had.
A knock came from the door.
"Yeah?" I called out from my bathroom.
"Hermione? Oh good you're up. uh. I know that you're kind of.. uh. I need help." He whined.
I looked at myself one last time in the mirror and walked to my door.
I saw Draco standing there looking helpless. He gaped at me.
"What?" I gave him an annoyed look.
It took everything in me to look at him like that. He looked like he hadn't slept all night and his eyes were red and puffy.
"You look like you were hit by a bus?" I told him.
"A bus?" He quistioned.
"Yeah. you know." I began., "It's a motor coach for public transportation."
"Really? What book did you read that in?" He looked at me.
"The dictionary?"
"What's that?" He looked even more confused now.
"Forget it. What do you want?" I rolled my eyes knowing that if I kept explaining all the muggle things in the world we'd get out of here as bones.
"I need help with this." He lifted it up.
"A tie? Why?"
Draco laughed.
"What now?" I asked in frustration.
"You rhymed."
"Do you always act retarded? Give me that." I took the tie from him and began to put it on. "You should really learn how to do this."
"Why?"
"Because it comes in handy." I finished it. "There."
He looked at it in awe. "Why learn how to do this when I have you as a roomie." He smiled at me.
This guy is just too weird. He's acting like nothing happened last night.
"Well I should get going now. The ceremony begins in thirty minutes." He ran out of the room
"What ceremony?" I mumbled to myself.
Author's P.O.V:
Hermione fixed herself up a little more and walked into the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Hey everyone." She called out making her presence known.
"Hey, Herm. wow! You look good." Ginny smiled and walked over to her.
She looked down at her outfit. It was a simple short, black spaghetti strap dress with a hanging cardigan over it.
Hermione's P.O.V:
"Thanks, Gin. You do too. Did you see Marisa, I hope you guys made her feel welcome on her first night." I smiled.
"Of course we did. She and I are roomies. She's already in the Great Hall with Ron. Harry's been waiting for you. I'll go ahead okay." She smiled at me.
"Sure." I took a seat and patiently waited for Harry.
A few minutes later Harry came running down the stairs his hair all messed up again. But he looked handsome in his suit.
I stood up and he looked at me.
"Wooow! You look amazing." He smiled at me.
"You look good too." I said. "We better go."
"Come on." We walked to the Great Hall. I noticed how all the seats were put together and the tables were gone. I looked straight ahead to see Marisa waving at me. Harry and I walked up to them.
"What's this for?" I looked at Marisa.
"I don't know. I'm the new kid here." She smiled at me.
Dumbledore's cough interrupted everyone who was talking.
"Ah. yes, good morning to you all. This morning we are here to give a memorial service to the one who conquered Voldemort. She used to be a student here but she graduated two years ago. And up to this very moment not one person knows who this girl is except of course for her family. She used to be in the Gryffindor house. She was the "older sister" of all the first year Gryffindors and somehow she managed to steal every boys heart not only with her beauty but everything in her." I noticed that the Head Master was crying.
"She was an amazing girl and had no problems accepting people for who they really are. And that's one lesson I hope you can get from.." He ccleared his throat one last time. "Catalina Connelly." He paused. "Malfoy. Or to most of you just plain Catalina Connelly."
Everyone was in some state of shock. Tears began to flow from my eyes as I remembered Catalina. She was probably the nicest person I've ever known.
She defeated Voldemort?
"And now as we continue Catalina's memorial we would like to present to you a short documentary of Catalina's life here in Hogwarts."
One by one they showed Catalina's beautiful face with everyone dear to her. The second to the last picture was a picture of her family. No one could miss Draco's face. They were three children, her and Draco and another little boy. And the last picture was definitely the most heart warming. It was a picture of her in a swing smiling. She had the most beautiful face.
"And as we continue I would like to call on Catalina's youngest brother Michael. He's only five years old.
A cute little boy in a suit began to walk slowly across the stage.
"Hi! My name is Michael. Mommy asked me to go on stage to say something nice about Tali." He mumbled. "Many days ago mommy went to me and told me daddy went away forever and I cried. I had a big boo-boo in my heart. But then mommy told me the Tali was going to be my angel and I was happy but then she said I was only going to see her in my dreams. And that night when I went to sleep I did see Tali in my dreams and she gave me a band aid and I asked her why and she said that it was for my boo-boo and the next morning my heart didn't hurt so much anymore." He smiled. "And mommy says that you were all Tali's little sib. sib.. sil. siblings not by blood but by heart so I thought I could give you all something from Tali."
The young Malfoy clapped his hands as baskets were passed around. I took the object inside the basket and found a little Band-Aid with Tali written on it.
"Maybe this will help you with your boo-boo's. I love you Tali." He walked off the platform.
Harry put his arm around me as I began to cry on his shoulder.
"And to close this ceremony I would like to call on Catalina's other brother, Mister Draco Malfoy."
I watched Draco walk to the platform. I could tell he was crying. Draco's P.O.V:
I was so nervous at the beginning of the ceremony but the picture of Cat smiling inspired me and reminded me of my duties as her brother.
"Growing up I watched as my sister found new brother's and sister's to play with. You see when my father found out that Cat wasn't a Slytherin I was not allowed to talk to her during the school year. And when I began my first year in Hogwarts I watched in envy as all the other Gryffindor kids got to play with my sister. But she never forgot me. She would send owls at night telling me about her day and asking how I was. She knew I was jealous of the other kids but then she would always reassure me and tell me that I was always going to be her little brother not just by blood but by heart as well. As most of you know Cat was an extraordinary girl in many simple ways. No matter what evil my father taught her she remained pure.
"Cat's death was not an accident. It was planned but she fought back and she fought back with heart. And I'm sure that's exactly how she defeated Voldemort. It didn't take the kid with scar, the loyal friend, or event the smartest one in school to defeat him. All it took was an angel, something that can never be replaced. My sister gave up her life doing what's right. My father worked with Voldemort for honor but I think my sister truly displayed what honor is when she fought for what she thought was right. And I don't think there is any better way you can die."
"And before I walk off the stage I only pray that you will always remember her because she's the one person who truly deserves to be remembered. I love you, Cat. I know you can hear me." I kissed my speech and walked off the platform crying. I spotted my mother who was crying.
"You're not doing a speech?" I asked her.
"After your speech, I'm pretty much speechless." She hugged me.
"I need to step out for a moment." I whispered.
I walked out to the garden and sat down only thinking of Cat.