A Walk to Remember – Chapter 5

Author's Notes: My writer's block is gone! While I was chatting with a friend, after I saw Scariest Places on Earth', an idea came up in my head. I'm sorry for keeping y'all waiting so long. To those who read my Daniel Radcliffe fan fictions, be happy to know that I'm making an alternative ending+sequel to Serendipity'. Thanks again, everyone!

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Am I going to—die? Draco thought as he stared dully at his chest, which was covered with blood. The pain was so awful, and right there and then, he knew he was going to die. In his blurry vision, he saw Ginny crying, and Hermione yelling some curse.

I don't want to die, he thought, shutting his eyes tightly, and then, a jolt of surprise hit him. Since when did he did not want himself to die? This is the chance I have. To get away from my damned life and this screwed world, Draco thought.

"Idiot, you're not going to die," he heard a familiar voice. A strange sensation went through him and he saw himself sitting on the floor, his vision was not blurry, and he wasn't hurting. But everyone, even the professors, was unconscious.

"It's been a long time, Draco." Said a voice behind him. He turned around and saw his long-lost grand father, who went missing after a stroll at Hogsmeade. "Grandpa?" Draco stuttered. "What are you doing here? Am I dead?"

His grandfather rolled his eyes and said, "Of course not. You are just like your father, Draco. Useless, blind, idiotic, filled with negative things in his rotten brain," in a rather disgusted voice. Draco looked away. He remembered the time when he promised his grandfather, when he was little, that he was going to be the greatest wizard alive and help all the poor people'. But his wish didn't come true..

"Because it's your own ruddy fault," Grandfather said, as if he was reading his mind. "Never mind about my childhood fantasies, what's going on?" Draco spat. Grandfather shook his head in a rather regretting way that made Draco's stomach lurched with guilt.

"Your friends and teachers' minds are sucked into the vortex that Voldemort set up," Grandfather said in a rather grave voice. Draco stared at his grandfather, shocked and filled with aghast. "No way. You mean—what I saw was an illusion? So—they can feel the pain too? Then—then—

"Correct." Grandfather said slowly. Draco looked around, an alarmed look on his usual sneering face. "What can I do to help them?" he asked nervously. Grandfather's face looked rather startled. "I see you've changed." He whispered.

"Damn well I have," Draco said fiercely. "Now what must I do?" Then, something hit him. "Where's Hermione?" he looked around fleetingly and saw Hermione. It was odd—she was apparently unconscious, but she was floating and there was a green light covering her. "That girl is controlled by a vicious curse. Voldemort cursed the Imperius Curse on her to create the vortex, and apparently, this girl knows how to do it. Is she on the Dark Side, Draco?" Grandfather said seriously.

"Of course not!" Draco yelled. "Hermione would never go to the Dark Side! Don't say that ever again!" Grandfather smiled a little and chuckled slightly. "Nothing's funny anymore, grandpa. I must help them." Draco said, a strangely determined look in his eyes.

"If you want to release your friends, you're going to kill the girl," Grandfather said in a dead serious voice. "NO!" Draco exclaimed. "But—I—

"If you want to save your friends, you have to cast the Entrapment Spell on her, to stop the Imperius Curse from continuing. See that green light? That's the Incognito Spell Voldemort casted on her. If you break her Imperius Curse, she's going to die immediately. Remember, Draco—break the Imperius Curse, and the vortex will release your friends," Grandfather said.

Draco was silent. There must be another way to save Hermione and the others. Something hit him. "Grandpa, do you think I can enter her mind and convince her to fight off the curse?" Draco said desperately.

"Of course, but that might not work. But I have faith in you, Draco." Grandfather spoke. "Try it, and if it doesn't work—you know what to do. I must go now—I'll always be watching you." And he disappeared.

"Grandpa!" Draco yelled. But he was already gone. Was he a ghost? Draco had no time to think of this, for the next second, he yelled the spell that would reach him into Hermione's mind.

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Hermione tried her best to cut off the Imperius Curse, but it was no use. It was too strong for her. This is the end. I'm never going to escape. That shitting Voldemort is going to have success of killing my friends! And it's all my bloody fault! she thought angrily.

Suddenly, she felt very weak and felt herself going blank—forever. Good bye, Harry, Ron, Ginny, mum, dad—Draco.. On the very last minute, she remembered Draco—all the times when he acted horrible towards her, but he actually had something good in him.

Good bye..

"This is NOT good-bye!" she heard Draco's voice through her head. Draco? "Fight it off, Hermione! You can do it!" she heard Draco yelling. "I believe in you! Go on!" I wont control the vortex anymore. I want the vortex to release my friends. I don't want to do this anymore. I want myself freed!!!

This is no use, Draco, "You can do it!!!" Draco yelled. "Come on!! Think of Harry, Ron, and your friends!!! Would you like them to die just like that?!" No, but.. "Hermione, you can do it!"

I don't want this anymore! I want to free myself! I want the vortex spell to be closed and my friends to be released! I want to be with them! I want to be with.. with.. Draco.. A blinding flash of yellow light hit her, and she knew it was over..

* * *

Draco opened his eyes and saw that Hermione was falling steadily on the floor. He knew that she was going to get hurt, and he dashed towards her and managed to stop her from hitting the floor.

Hermione opened her eyes slowly and smiled at him. "Thank you," she said softly. She looked so beautiful, and Draco slowly leaned down and kissed her. He felt a strong sensation in his stomach—maybe it was love? No way, Malfoys never feel love..

But maybe Hermione was different. He felt somehow secured with her, and he felt like he could do anything to protect her, to be with her, to be loved by her. He would even die for it. They broke off and he muttered, "Better check on the others," and he went off, leaving her.

He saw Ron opening his eyes and smiled a little when he saw Hermione, which was rather puzzling. But Ron ran up to her and hugged her anyway. Draco saw Harry hoisting Lavender up and asking anxiously if she was all right or not.

"What happened?" Ginny, who was behind him, muttered.

"Something that you would not believe," Draco answered, smiling at her. She smiled at him too, and he never felt better, even though Ginny was a Weasley.

* * *

The next morning, Hermione couldn't think of anything else but Draco. She remembered when he kissed her—it seemed as if he meant it. It seems as if he was passionate about her. Strangely, she could feel his feelings in her heart.

But it's probably my imagination, Hermione thought, shaking her head, as she, Harry and Ron made their way towards the Potions classroom. She saw Draco talking to Pansy, and he looked up. Their eyes met and he turned away from her.

What's wrong with him? Hermione wondered. She remembered Draco's voice shouting to her to fight off the Imperius Curse—fortunately, no one remembered anything, even Harry didn't. "Hermione, are you all right?" Harry asked her. "You look distracted."

That's `cause I'm distracted, Hermione thought frustratingly. Honestly, I really cant fall in love with Malfoy. I already have Ron!

* * *

Flash back

"Miss Granger, you can partner with Mr. Malfoy." Professor Mcgonagall ordered, in their sixth year when they were in the Transfiguration classroom. Draco looked disgusted at this. "I can't believe I'm actually going to work on the project with a Mudblood like you," he snapped, as she sat next to her, abandoning her seat next to Ron.

"Get over it, Malfoy. It's only for a short while," she snapped.

"Get over it, Malfoy. It's only for a short while, she says," Draco mimicked. "This is like forever, Graner."

"Whatever," Hermione muttered.

"Don't mess with my business. Mind your own business, Granger. That's my condition if you really want to pass this project well, `cause I know you want to and I know you can't bear to get a B for once in your life," Draco muttered.

"Well, you want to know my condition?" Hermione snapped without thinking.

"Shoot on, Mudblood," Draco drawled.

What was I going to say? Hermione wondered. "Don't fall in love with me," she said, looking threateningly at him.

"Why would I fall for a Mudblood like you?" Draco spat.

"Mr. Malfoy, please shut your mouth and listen to what I have to teach," Professor Mcgonagall called sternly. They turned away from each other in disgust and stared ahead at the professor.

Author's Notes: I'm done! I can't wait to write chapter 6 for y'all, actually. Hope you liked this. Please review! hugs and kisses*- laughing my head off.