In this chapter I'm going to me touching base on things that happened way back in the story. I bet u forgot some stuff didn't u? Yea that's what I thought. Happy reading!
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All Draco could do was toss and turn as he lay in his bed. Should he tell her? How would she feel? Would she break up with him because she didn't love him back? What if she did love him back?
Tons of questions like these flooded through his mind for all hours of the night. He lay awake thinking about these and what his father would say. What would his mother think? Even though she wasn't alive anymore, he still wanted to do what she would be happy with. As he thought about it some more, he slowly drifted off into a deep sleep...
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Draco walked through the hallways of Hogwarts. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. He walked along and looked around. He had never seen this part of the castle before. The paintings were new, the hallway was new, and it was very strange. Then something hit him. All the paintings were incidents that happened between him and Hermione.
There was one where they were sitting in the common room, and he asked her if they could be friends. Another one was when they found Harry and Ginny in the closet, and when Harry punched him. As he walked further he stopped and smiled at the picture. It was the time where he had been singing and she rushed in and kissed him. He decided to go further down the hallway. There was a picture of Hermione in her ball dress. She was beautiful, and Draco knew it. He started to ponder on what made him attracted to her. He knew he would never figure it out, so it was no worth stressing over it.
The last painting was him staring into Hermione's eyes. He reached up to touch the painting, but it disappeared. He turned around and everything went white.
The white seemed to turn to fog and he couldn't see anything. Just then a little girl with brown bushy hair skipped out of the mist. She was laughing and spinning. The sound seemed to be muffled. A boy skipped out behind he and he grabbed her hands and they spun around till they got dizzy and sat down, laughing so hard the Draco thought they might explode.
"Conan! You made me dizzy!" The little girl said, still laughing.
As they lay on the grass, looking at the clouds, everything went dark. He could still see them, but it seemed to switch to nighttime.
The two children sat up and looked around, apparently scared out of their wits. A figure walked out of the dark mist. He had a cloak on, so Draco could not see his face. The children stared wide-eyed at the figure. He pulled back his hood only to reveal a man, so ugly, so horrifying, that it was sick.
It was Voldemort.
He pulled out his wand and pointed it at them.
"Avada Kedavra!" He yelled. A flash of green light shot through the dark and everything went black...
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Draco shot up in bed, sweating up a storm. He was breathing heavy and looked around the moonlit room. He was scared to death, and he didn't know whom those children we- wait a minuet! That was Hermione! But...who was the boy? Hermione said his name was Conan...maybe she used to know a Conan? He would ask her later, right now he needed to get some more sleep.
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"Hey Hermione" Draco said to her as he entered the curtains that surrounded her bed. It had been 2 days since the ball and Hermione was still in the infirmary for some unknown reason.
"Oh, hey Draco" She answered. She had her school robes on and had her book bag on her shoulder. "I was just about to leave, Madam Pomfery let me go, finally" She smiled. She walked up to him and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Oh, that's good. I was wondering when the old bag would let you out. It's not like you almost drowned or something." He said to her.
She laughed at his comment as they walked out of the huge doors.
"Oh, yea, I wanted to ask you something" he said, turning towards her and stopping.
"What is it?" She asked him with a quizzing look.
"Did you ever know a boy named Conan when you were young?" he asked.
Her eyes widened and all of her muscles stiffened in her body, even ones she didn't know she had.
"Yes, why?" She asked slowly.
Draco seemed confused at her behavior.
"Well, because, I had a dream last night about you, only you were about five and a little boy was with you, and his name was Conan." Draco said. He had been staring at the wall as he said this, not noticing Hermione's reaction.
As he turned towards her his mouth opened a little bit in shock. Hermione was standing there, tears pouring down her face.
"Oh, Hermione" He said soothingly as her pulled her into a hug. He seemed to be appalled at himself being like this, but he need not worry about it right now.
"What's wrong?" He asked her.
"It's just...I had a friend when I was younger, named Conan, and he went into his backyard one day, and never came back. We found his body, but no one knew how he died, there were no problems with his body, and there seemed to be no signs of murder." She collapsed into his chest and cried some more.
"C'mon Mione, why don't you go back to your common room, Potter and Weasley probably are beside themselves without your beautiful presence." He commented.
He laughed a little bit as he escorted her to the Gryffindor Tower.
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I am SOOOOOOOOOO sorry!!!!! I DON'T KNOW WHY I HAVENT UPDATED IN SO LONG!! I'm just a weirdo, that's all.
SORRY AGAIN!!
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All Draco could do was toss and turn as he lay in his bed. Should he tell her? How would she feel? Would she break up with him because she didn't love him back? What if she did love him back?
Tons of questions like these flooded through his mind for all hours of the night. He lay awake thinking about these and what his father would say. What would his mother think? Even though she wasn't alive anymore, he still wanted to do what she would be happy with. As he thought about it some more, he slowly drifted off into a deep sleep...
* * *
Draco walked through the hallways of Hogwarts. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. He walked along and looked around. He had never seen this part of the castle before. The paintings were new, the hallway was new, and it was very strange. Then something hit him. All the paintings were incidents that happened between him and Hermione.
There was one where they were sitting in the common room, and he asked her if they could be friends. Another one was when they found Harry and Ginny in the closet, and when Harry punched him. As he walked further he stopped and smiled at the picture. It was the time where he had been singing and she rushed in and kissed him. He decided to go further down the hallway. There was a picture of Hermione in her ball dress. She was beautiful, and Draco knew it. He started to ponder on what made him attracted to her. He knew he would never figure it out, so it was no worth stressing over it.
The last painting was him staring into Hermione's eyes. He reached up to touch the painting, but it disappeared. He turned around and everything went white.
The white seemed to turn to fog and he couldn't see anything. Just then a little girl with brown bushy hair skipped out of the mist. She was laughing and spinning. The sound seemed to be muffled. A boy skipped out behind he and he grabbed her hands and they spun around till they got dizzy and sat down, laughing so hard the Draco thought they might explode.
"Conan! You made me dizzy!" The little girl said, still laughing.
As they lay on the grass, looking at the clouds, everything went dark. He could still see them, but it seemed to switch to nighttime.
The two children sat up and looked around, apparently scared out of their wits. A figure walked out of the dark mist. He had a cloak on, so Draco could not see his face. The children stared wide-eyed at the figure. He pulled back his hood only to reveal a man, so ugly, so horrifying, that it was sick.
It was Voldemort.
He pulled out his wand and pointed it at them.
"Avada Kedavra!" He yelled. A flash of green light shot through the dark and everything went black...
* * *
Draco shot up in bed, sweating up a storm. He was breathing heavy and looked around the moonlit room. He was scared to death, and he didn't know whom those children we- wait a minuet! That was Hermione! But...who was the boy? Hermione said his name was Conan...maybe she used to know a Conan? He would ask her later, right now he needed to get some more sleep.
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"Hey Hermione" Draco said to her as he entered the curtains that surrounded her bed. It had been 2 days since the ball and Hermione was still in the infirmary for some unknown reason.
"Oh, hey Draco" She answered. She had her school robes on and had her book bag on her shoulder. "I was just about to leave, Madam Pomfery let me go, finally" She smiled. She walked up to him and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Oh, that's good. I was wondering when the old bag would let you out. It's not like you almost drowned or something." He said to her.
She laughed at his comment as they walked out of the huge doors.
"Oh, yea, I wanted to ask you something" he said, turning towards her and stopping.
"What is it?" She asked him with a quizzing look.
"Did you ever know a boy named Conan when you were young?" he asked.
Her eyes widened and all of her muscles stiffened in her body, even ones she didn't know she had.
"Yes, why?" She asked slowly.
Draco seemed confused at her behavior.
"Well, because, I had a dream last night about you, only you were about five and a little boy was with you, and his name was Conan." Draco said. He had been staring at the wall as he said this, not noticing Hermione's reaction.
As he turned towards her his mouth opened a little bit in shock. Hermione was standing there, tears pouring down her face.
"Oh, Hermione" He said soothingly as her pulled her into a hug. He seemed to be appalled at himself being like this, but he need not worry about it right now.
"What's wrong?" He asked her.
"It's just...I had a friend when I was younger, named Conan, and he went into his backyard one day, and never came back. We found his body, but no one knew how he died, there were no problems with his body, and there seemed to be no signs of murder." She collapsed into his chest and cried some more.
"C'mon Mione, why don't you go back to your common room, Potter and Weasley probably are beside themselves without your beautiful presence." He commented.
He laughed a little bit as he escorted her to the Gryffindor Tower.
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I am SOOOOOOOOOO sorry!!!!! I DON'T KNOW WHY I HAVENT UPDATED IN SO LONG!! I'm just a weirdo, that's all.
SORRY AGAIN!!
DEFINITION-
Review: (1) clicking the little purple button down there and putting somin in the wite box (2) making an author happy