A/N: To my reviewers, I got more reviews in one day for this story than i did in a month for the other ones, maybe because i am trying to write this one carefully, and i did a summary! yay. well thankyou to my reviewers and also to those who wish to know a lot more about the origin of Draco and Hermione's relationship read Too True to Fall, In another Dimension but this story is like a sequal or can be detatched, either way, I am using the memories of Too true to fall as part of my plot for Seeing the Enemy, understand? good. enjoy...
By the way I am writing a chapter each time I get two or more reviews other wise there isnt much point, so review this if you want to know what happens next. I also have to do it slowly so that I can write it properly without rushing over the plot like i have for my other stories...
oh and by the way, i dont usually swear a lot in my stories, but i think that to get the anger out i needed to, not that you guys will care if there r some bad words in there!
ps: * * * * = flashback (there will be more on the relationship later 'Fiery Slut')
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Chapter 2 Draco's Story
Draco sat in the Great Hall, running over things in his head. It was so hard to keep the pain from Hermione's death locked up inside. To say the things he had said when Harry had burst out angrily that day haunted him forever
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Draco had decided to go for a practice on his broom when he saw Harry and Ron walking down the path towards Hogwarts looking miserable and folorn. He flew down to hover on his broom in front of him.
"Ahh Potty and the Weasel, why so stony faced? Where's your little mudblood friend?"
Harry had looked at him as if he were a bug about to be crushed by his boot.
"Hermione, is. dead. You should of known that, seeming as your father is a traitorous nothing, but then you would know of the fall of Voldemort wouldn't you. Now you black hearted sheep have nothing to follow. Do me a favour MALFOY, and piss off, and don't you ever talk to me again because you are a worthless little shit who will amount to nothing ever."
Draco was so shocked. He stood there with mouth open wide. He recovered himself quickly and pasted his famous sneer back on his face. Although inside, his heart was breaking, a rage was set alight in his soul as he realised what his 'Lord' and 'Master' had done.
"Ahh well good riddance to bad rubbish I say, mudblood's don't belong in the world. Although I AM sorry that you seem to have lost your sex partner? How will you ever relieve the frustrations of being a hero now???"
Draco ducked as Harry's fist swung through the air, just missing the cunning boy as he shot off into the sky.
* * * *
Draco knew he shouldn't of said that and even now he cursed himself. It had been brave of Harry to return to Hogwarts after that fateful event. He would give the boy credit for that.
But Harry might have thought he loved Hermione with all his heart, but that was nothing compared to how he felt about her. After all they had shared two years together, two years that would be with him forever.The first time they kissed was his favourite memory of all time.
He sat there wistfully, thinking about Hermione and the memories of feelings and sensations that always came with those thoughts. Suddenly there was a loud crashing noise coming from the Gryffindor table. Draco looked over to see that Ron had dropped a plate of chicken wings and was staring at a group of tapestries near the far wall of the hall. Draco gasped. It was Hermione, faint, but still her. He watched her as she walked up the aisle between the Ravenclaw table and his own. She walked slowly but she looked determined. As she reached him, Draco felt a wash of icy coldness fall upon him as she stood there watching himm, she whispered his name as he struggled to speak, but his lips could only move soundlessly. Suddenly she burst into tears, sinking to the floor where she faded slowly away, leaving the hall filled with horrified onlookers who had been watching the scene. He sunk low in his seat as many of the eyes turned to him, questioningly.
Draco looked around to the Gryffindor table, he saw that Ron was talking furtively with Seamus and Ginny before he took off out the doors, to no doubt find Harry and tell him. Draco couldn't help wondering why Harry hadn't been there in the first place. A pang of guilt hit him as he realised that Harry was hurting quite badly at the loss of Hermione and maybe he couldn't even handle being with the rest of the school. After all, Draco barely could, he was the one who had loved Hermione more than his own life. He knew that if he had been with Hermione on the day of her death, he would have killed his own father to save her life. Or died trying...
At that moment, Harry came through the doors of the Great Hall. People swarmed in on him, sympathetic eyes locked on his thin, haggard body. Occasionally an evil glare was sent Draco's way, as if it had been his fault that Harry had missed his beloved Hermione appearing.
Draco couldnt handle it anymore, he picked himself up from where he was seated and made his way passed the Harry mob and out the doors. He was shaking all over and could not shake that icy feeling from his body. He was dying of curiousity to know why she had burst out crying, and why she had focused all her strength and energy from the other side to see him, why not Harry or Ron, after all, it was he that had hurt her the most. Not intentionally, but he couldn't have told her why. He couldn't tell anyone, because either way, she would have been in so much danger and he didn't want to lose her. He wished he knew what she was doing now, where do spirits go when their bodies die?
Although skeptical, Draco decided it might be time to visit the crazy Ms Trelawney. Maybe he could shed some light on the thoughts he knew would plague him forever unless resolved.
He made his way up the many steps to the trapdoor of Ms Trelawney's 'office' and classroom.
"Ahh, young Draco, here to talk to Ms Trelawney about something?" Albus Dumbledore emerged from the shadows.
"Err, yeah" Draco stated, lamely.
"Unfortunately Ms Trelawney is indisposed at the moment, something about her 'inner eye' clouding over and not being able to continue life because fate was setting her path wrong...or similar to that, I am sure she will be fine tomorrow." Dumbledore chuckled.
"Oh, right, well I will just come back later then."
"You know Draco, if you have a problem, you can always talk to me, my ears are always open."
"Ahh, well, no, thankyou sir, but its rather a delicate matter to me and I don't really want to talk to anyone about it, I just thought that Ms Trelawney might of being able to help...but thinking about it now, maybe not."
"Mr Malfoy, you are aware that I do know what is plaguing you and I doubt that Ms Trelawney would of been able to help, none of us can, it is up to you to look into your heart and figure it out for yourself. Theres no point asking others, for as you and I both know, the more people know, the more strife for you."
"Yes, I understand that but how can I look into my heart and figure it out, I have been trying to understand my feelings for many months now and do not know which way to go, I feel like my own world has ended and I cannot continue life like this without..."
Dumbledore was shocked, he had not seen the passion that Draco held inside him. He knew that Draco felt remorseful for the times he had offended Hermione and guilty that he hadn't been able to apologise. He didn't see the further feelings that lay hidden away in the depths of his hardened soul.
Draco excused himself from the Headmaster's presence and tried to appear calm as we walked back down the hallways towards the dungeons. He needed to think about things. What had Dumbledore meant about looking into his heart to figure what out? He was so confused.Dumbledore did not know how to help him which meant that he would have to do this all on his own. No one would know how he felt anyway, they all knew the version that Harry and Ron told people, that Hermione and Malfoy were enemies, yes, enemies, he thought spitefully, ahh, if they'd only seen them together, actually that wouldn't be good. But Hermione had always made him happy. Draco had had so few happy memories, he was always grateful to his princess who put a smile on his face in even the darkest times. That was the only thing that was keeping him going. He had lost Hermione's body, and her spirit, but he still had her heart. Her heart that she forever pledged to him.
Draco was the one who had broken up with her. It had broken his heart to do so too. He remembered it like it was yesterday and it was times like this he cursed his memory.
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Hermione walked up to him, a smile on her face, her eyes warm and inviting. It took all his strength to remain where he was and not run and sweep her off her feet. He could hardly conceal the joy she brought him just to see her, behind his blank, steel icy gaze. She stopped when she saw his expression.
"Whats wrong Drache?" she asked him, calling him by the nickname reserved only for them.
"Mina-Hermione, I have to talk to you about something..."
"What happened, whats wrong?"
"I c-cant see you anymore, no more secret rondezvous, I can't do this. If I could tell you the reason...oh Hermione, I'm sorry, but I don't love you anymore."
He couldn't believe he had said that. If anybody could love somebody it was how Draco loved Hermione, he would lay down his life for her, for her happiness, and yet he had just crushed her heart with more force than even Voldemort could produce himself. He figured if he made sure that Hermione hated him she would be safe. He couldn't bare the thought of her being harmed which was the plan if he did not discontinue their secret relationship. He loved her so much. She was the only girl who he had ever laid down all his disguises and cold exterior to. She knew him better than his own mother. To watch her die would have been a fate worse than his own death.
Watching her eyes fill with tears of pain had killed him inside. The tingle of the slap that had followed was numb in his brain. He watched as she walked stiffly from the room sobbing loudly and painfully as her heart broke and fell to the floor in pieces. In a matter of seconds, he had caused the only girl he would ever love more pain than death itself. But he didn't know what else he could of done. He couldn't tell her the reason he called it off was because his father was threatening to kill her and torture him by making him watch. She was strong minded and would insist on staying with him, to help him defeat the wrath of the death eaters. He knew that if he let on that his feelings for her were deeper than lust she would surely have been murdered. In front of his eyes, no doubt.
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While thinking of that terrible day, which had only been three months ago, Draco had managed to get himself to his dormitory and stood infront of the window watching the sun's gentle rays dipping below the forbidden forest. (a/n yes i know his common room is in the dungeons but i figure if this castle is magic then he can have a dorm in a tower like the gryffindors do, seems unfair that he cant see the beauty of nature if they can, dont you agree?) He looked out across the grass that lay far below him, fighting back tears of pain as he had so many times before. Even now she was gone, he would not allow his pain to escape. He would keep it in for as long as he possibly could. But he didnt know how much longer he would last. His heart was so sore, it was bruised and cracked and would break any day now. He knew. He punched his fist against the window frame and the glass flew open. Draco let out a cry of anguish that echoed across the gardens and disturbed a flock of birds that were settling to nest in the now dark forest. He slammed the window shut, causing the glass to rattle in its pane before flinging himself down on his bed to sink into restless sleep.
By the way I am writing a chapter each time I get two or more reviews other wise there isnt much point, so review this if you want to know what happens next. I also have to do it slowly so that I can write it properly without rushing over the plot like i have for my other stories...
oh and by the way, i dont usually swear a lot in my stories, but i think that to get the anger out i needed to, not that you guys will care if there r some bad words in there!
ps: * * * * = flashback (there will be more on the relationship later 'Fiery Slut')
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Chapter 2 Draco's Story
Draco sat in the Great Hall, running over things in his head. It was so hard to keep the pain from Hermione's death locked up inside. To say the things he had said when Harry had burst out angrily that day haunted him forever
* * * *
Draco had decided to go for a practice on his broom when he saw Harry and Ron walking down the path towards Hogwarts looking miserable and folorn. He flew down to hover on his broom in front of him.
"Ahh Potty and the Weasel, why so stony faced? Where's your little mudblood friend?"
Harry had looked at him as if he were a bug about to be crushed by his boot.
"Hermione, is. dead. You should of known that, seeming as your father is a traitorous nothing, but then you would know of the fall of Voldemort wouldn't you. Now you black hearted sheep have nothing to follow. Do me a favour MALFOY, and piss off, and don't you ever talk to me again because you are a worthless little shit who will amount to nothing ever."
Draco was so shocked. He stood there with mouth open wide. He recovered himself quickly and pasted his famous sneer back on his face. Although inside, his heart was breaking, a rage was set alight in his soul as he realised what his 'Lord' and 'Master' had done.
"Ahh well good riddance to bad rubbish I say, mudblood's don't belong in the world. Although I AM sorry that you seem to have lost your sex partner? How will you ever relieve the frustrations of being a hero now???"
Draco ducked as Harry's fist swung through the air, just missing the cunning boy as he shot off into the sky.
* * * *
Draco knew he shouldn't of said that and even now he cursed himself. It had been brave of Harry to return to Hogwarts after that fateful event. He would give the boy credit for that.
But Harry might have thought he loved Hermione with all his heart, but that was nothing compared to how he felt about her. After all they had shared two years together, two years that would be with him forever.The first time they kissed was his favourite memory of all time.
He sat there wistfully, thinking about Hermione and the memories of feelings and sensations that always came with those thoughts. Suddenly there was a loud crashing noise coming from the Gryffindor table. Draco looked over to see that Ron had dropped a plate of chicken wings and was staring at a group of tapestries near the far wall of the hall. Draco gasped. It was Hermione, faint, but still her. He watched her as she walked up the aisle between the Ravenclaw table and his own. She walked slowly but she looked determined. As she reached him, Draco felt a wash of icy coldness fall upon him as she stood there watching himm, she whispered his name as he struggled to speak, but his lips could only move soundlessly. Suddenly she burst into tears, sinking to the floor where she faded slowly away, leaving the hall filled with horrified onlookers who had been watching the scene. He sunk low in his seat as many of the eyes turned to him, questioningly.
Draco looked around to the Gryffindor table, he saw that Ron was talking furtively with Seamus and Ginny before he took off out the doors, to no doubt find Harry and tell him. Draco couldn't help wondering why Harry hadn't been there in the first place. A pang of guilt hit him as he realised that Harry was hurting quite badly at the loss of Hermione and maybe he couldn't even handle being with the rest of the school. After all, Draco barely could, he was the one who had loved Hermione more than his own life. He knew that if he had been with Hermione on the day of her death, he would have killed his own father to save her life. Or died trying...
At that moment, Harry came through the doors of the Great Hall. People swarmed in on him, sympathetic eyes locked on his thin, haggard body. Occasionally an evil glare was sent Draco's way, as if it had been his fault that Harry had missed his beloved Hermione appearing.
Draco couldnt handle it anymore, he picked himself up from where he was seated and made his way passed the Harry mob and out the doors. He was shaking all over and could not shake that icy feeling from his body. He was dying of curiousity to know why she had burst out crying, and why she had focused all her strength and energy from the other side to see him, why not Harry or Ron, after all, it was he that had hurt her the most. Not intentionally, but he couldn't have told her why. He couldn't tell anyone, because either way, she would have been in so much danger and he didn't want to lose her. He wished he knew what she was doing now, where do spirits go when their bodies die?
Although skeptical, Draco decided it might be time to visit the crazy Ms Trelawney. Maybe he could shed some light on the thoughts he knew would plague him forever unless resolved.
He made his way up the many steps to the trapdoor of Ms Trelawney's 'office' and classroom.
"Ahh, young Draco, here to talk to Ms Trelawney about something?" Albus Dumbledore emerged from the shadows.
"Err, yeah" Draco stated, lamely.
"Unfortunately Ms Trelawney is indisposed at the moment, something about her 'inner eye' clouding over and not being able to continue life because fate was setting her path wrong...or similar to that, I am sure she will be fine tomorrow." Dumbledore chuckled.
"Oh, right, well I will just come back later then."
"You know Draco, if you have a problem, you can always talk to me, my ears are always open."
"Ahh, well, no, thankyou sir, but its rather a delicate matter to me and I don't really want to talk to anyone about it, I just thought that Ms Trelawney might of being able to help...but thinking about it now, maybe not."
"Mr Malfoy, you are aware that I do know what is plaguing you and I doubt that Ms Trelawney would of been able to help, none of us can, it is up to you to look into your heart and figure it out for yourself. Theres no point asking others, for as you and I both know, the more people know, the more strife for you."
"Yes, I understand that but how can I look into my heart and figure it out, I have been trying to understand my feelings for many months now and do not know which way to go, I feel like my own world has ended and I cannot continue life like this without..."
Dumbledore was shocked, he had not seen the passion that Draco held inside him. He knew that Draco felt remorseful for the times he had offended Hermione and guilty that he hadn't been able to apologise. He didn't see the further feelings that lay hidden away in the depths of his hardened soul.
Draco excused himself from the Headmaster's presence and tried to appear calm as we walked back down the hallways towards the dungeons. He needed to think about things. What had Dumbledore meant about looking into his heart to figure what out? He was so confused.Dumbledore did not know how to help him which meant that he would have to do this all on his own. No one would know how he felt anyway, they all knew the version that Harry and Ron told people, that Hermione and Malfoy were enemies, yes, enemies, he thought spitefully, ahh, if they'd only seen them together, actually that wouldn't be good. But Hermione had always made him happy. Draco had had so few happy memories, he was always grateful to his princess who put a smile on his face in even the darkest times. That was the only thing that was keeping him going. He had lost Hermione's body, and her spirit, but he still had her heart. Her heart that she forever pledged to him.
Draco was the one who had broken up with her. It had broken his heart to do so too. He remembered it like it was yesterday and it was times like this he cursed his memory.
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Hermione walked up to him, a smile on her face, her eyes warm and inviting. It took all his strength to remain where he was and not run and sweep her off her feet. He could hardly conceal the joy she brought him just to see her, behind his blank, steel icy gaze. She stopped when she saw his expression.
"Whats wrong Drache?" she asked him, calling him by the nickname reserved only for them.
"Mina-Hermione, I have to talk to you about something..."
"What happened, whats wrong?"
"I c-cant see you anymore, no more secret rondezvous, I can't do this. If I could tell you the reason...oh Hermione, I'm sorry, but I don't love you anymore."
He couldn't believe he had said that. If anybody could love somebody it was how Draco loved Hermione, he would lay down his life for her, for her happiness, and yet he had just crushed her heart with more force than even Voldemort could produce himself. He figured if he made sure that Hermione hated him she would be safe. He couldn't bare the thought of her being harmed which was the plan if he did not discontinue their secret relationship. He loved her so much. She was the only girl who he had ever laid down all his disguises and cold exterior to. She knew him better than his own mother. To watch her die would have been a fate worse than his own death.
Watching her eyes fill with tears of pain had killed him inside. The tingle of the slap that had followed was numb in his brain. He watched as she walked stiffly from the room sobbing loudly and painfully as her heart broke and fell to the floor in pieces. In a matter of seconds, he had caused the only girl he would ever love more pain than death itself. But he didn't know what else he could of done. He couldn't tell her the reason he called it off was because his father was threatening to kill her and torture him by making him watch. She was strong minded and would insist on staying with him, to help him defeat the wrath of the death eaters. He knew that if he let on that his feelings for her were deeper than lust she would surely have been murdered. In front of his eyes, no doubt.
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While thinking of that terrible day, which had only been three months ago, Draco had managed to get himself to his dormitory and stood infront of the window watching the sun's gentle rays dipping below the forbidden forest. (a/n yes i know his common room is in the dungeons but i figure if this castle is magic then he can have a dorm in a tower like the gryffindors do, seems unfair that he cant see the beauty of nature if they can, dont you agree?) He looked out across the grass that lay far below him, fighting back tears of pain as he had so many times before. Even now she was gone, he would not allow his pain to escape. He would keep it in for as long as he possibly could. But he didnt know how much longer he would last. His heart was so sore, it was bruised and cracked and would break any day now. He knew. He punched his fist against the window frame and the glass flew open. Draco let out a cry of anguish that echoed across the gardens and disturbed a flock of birds that were settling to nest in the now dark forest. He slammed the window shut, causing the glass to rattle in its pane before flinging himself down on his bed to sink into restless sleep.