A Walk to Remember – Chapter 6
There's a song that's inside of my soul,
It's the one that I've tried to ride over and over again,
I'm awake in the infinitude (something like that)
But you sing to me over, and over and over again.
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Draco walked slowly towards Julian, a feeling of foreboding wrapping around him. He wondered what Hermione was going to say was she going to kill him? Yell at him? He crossed his fingers hopefully and entered the soup kitchen.
"`Evening, Draco," Joe said cheerfully. He was giving out some buns and some chocolate frogs towards some kids who looked hungry and pale. "Hi," Draco mumbled. "Um—is Hermione here?" Joe smiled faintly and said, "Yeah. She's in the kitchen."
"Okay—cool," he murmured and made his way towards the kitchen. He had a present for her, but he wondered if he should give it to her or not. Hermione looked up when she saw him, and she blushed slightly. "Hi," she said softly.
"Um-look, I'm sorry because of what I did yesterday—I didn't mean it, honest—and
"It's okay, Malfoy," Hermione said, smiling at him, but looking a little disappointed. Or maybe it was just his imagination. "I want to make it up to you," Draco blurted out. Hermione cocked her head a little and looked at him questioningly.
"Well, um, here you go," he said, his stomach lurching with nerves. He took a middle-sized color-wrapped package out of his pocket and gave it to her. "Is this a book?" she asked, shaking it a little. She smiled a little and began to tear off the colored-wrapped package before he could stop her.
To her surprise, it was a beautiful and elegant brown-leathered book. She opened it curiously and saw that it was blank. The pages were smooth, and attached to the book was an expensive eagle's feather quill.
Draco watched her nervously, waiting for her reaction. She looked up and smiled at him and said, "Thanks, Draco." in a very sincere way. "Um, do you like it?" he asked, trying to smile at her, but found out that it was hard, because his muscles were all tensed up by his nervousness.
"Are you kidding? I've always wanted a journal," she said, grinning at him. "I'll keep this with me where ever I go, I promise," she put the journal in her back pack and said in a business-like voice, "Now, lets get back to work. Prepare the chocolate brownies for the diners, okay?"
"Ay, ay, ma'am!" he said, laughing.
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Hermione's Journal
Dear, Diary
I entered the Gryffindor Tower after I got back from Julian. Draco didn't take me anywhere, but we were rather silent as we walked back to school. I wonder why, though? I hope he's not nervous about me being around him..
I know this sounds really stupid but I'm really uncomfortable—you know—being around him so much lately. I hope Ron doesn't suspect anything. I love him too much—or do I? Lately, I seem to have feelings for Draco.
Since when did I call the git Draco, anyway? But I don't really care—I thought he was stupid, idiotic, and a bully when I first met him, but now—suddenly—I have different ideas about him. I can't help it-I think—am I falling in love with him too?
Agh! This is so confusing. What must I do? Should I just ignore him? I mean, he kissed me—but he said he didn't mean it—and I'm a bit disappointed—I don't know why! Where is Ron, anyway? He's never around anymore.
I guess it's no use of me complaining. At least I've expressed myself. Thanks, Draco.. for giving me this diary.
-Hermione
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"It's not going to work, Harry," Lavender said desperately. He stared at her, open-mouthed. It was surprising. A few weeks later, he was actually breaking up with her. He couldn't believe it. They were so close!
"But—
"I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore," she mumbled, tears welling up in her eyes and she sped away, leaving Harry being wordless and bitter. He walked slowly out of the school towards the lake. He always did that when he was upset—or when something happened to him that was totally unexpected.
He stared into space—his mind blank of what to do next, until someone patted his shoulder and landed him to the land of here and now. "Harry?"
He turned around and saw Ginny, looking rather concerned. "Hi, Ginny." Harry mumbled. "What's up?"
"Nothing much, actually," she replied. "Mind if I join you?"
"Sure, it's free country, after all," he said, shrugging. Ginny sat down next to him and chuckled a little. "What's so funny?" he asked questioningly. She looked at him, blushing a little. "Nothing—it's just that, I remember the time Ron and I played around this lake when I was a First Year. He was always the one who kept me having faith on myself,"
"And making you realize that you're not alone?" he asked quietly.
A strange breeze blew and Ginny stared at him. "Yes," she muttered, nodding. Harry put his hand on her shoulder without thinking, and said, "Look—you're not alone, okay? You have me, Hermione, you still have Ron—
"I know, Harry," Ginny said, blushing slightly and glanced at his hand, which was still on her shoulder. Harry realized what he was doing and released it immediately. Strangely, he felt a sensation in his heart. It was as if warm air was spreading through it—it made him feel peaceful.
"It's okay," she said hurriedly, before he had a chance to apologize.
Another wind blew and this time, Ginny's hair flew forward. He pulled it back tenderly. He didn't know why, but he had some feelings for her—even before he got hitched with Lavender. "I'd better go now. Hermione wants me to meet her in the Charms classroom—
To her surprise, he held her hand and pulled her towards him, kissed her softly on the lips. And she kissed him back.
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Hermione waited impatiently for Ginny to arrive, and sure enough, a few seconds later, Ginny entered the Charms classroom, her face red and she was smiling. "What's up with you?" Hermione asked, arching her eyebrows. Ginny giggled a little and looked away.
"Never mind, Hermione. Now, what were you going to talk to me about?" she asked her.
"Ginny—I know who you really are, I know who I am—we're—
"Don't, Hermione," she said desperately.
"You can't run from the fact that—
"It's okay for me, but I don't want you to—
"It's fate—destiny—we can't run away from it. They chose us—
"Christina was one too—I don't want us to get killed—especially you—you have so much brightness in your future—
"Stop acting so cheesy, Ginny!" Hermione yelled. She put her hands on the girl's shoulder and Ginny did the same. Suddenly, a furious blue light blazed around them, it was like fire, but it was not fire. They saw a beautiful woman looking at them solemnly. "Release me—I'm your servant—you are the Maidens of Eden," she said, but her voice was rather moaning.
A terrified Ginny released her hands and Hermione released too, and the blue fire, light, and the woman disappeared immediately.
"I don't think this is good, this isn't good, this is bad," Ginny mumbled.
"We don't even know if she's dangerous or not." Hermione protested.
"There's only one way to check it out," Ginny murmured.
"The book of Eden," Hermione said immediately.
"But it's not here, it's—it's hidden in the Forbidden Forest remember? In the faeries' cave. We've read it in the History of Magical Maidens and Summoners!" Ginny protested.
"Let's find it then," Hermione blurted out.
"Tonight?" Ginny asked.
"Tonight," she said seriously.
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Author's Notes: Okay, first off—thanks to everyone who reviewed. I've already watched A Walk to Remember', and it's so awesome. I didn't cry much, only when the part of Landon hugging his father.. inspiration swept into my head**.. hm.. Looks like I've found out a way to thicken the plot. Oh, and british do say cool, and if you want to write a fan fic like this, you can, but don't copy mine. Make it totally different, very, totally, amazingly different.
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