By the way, to 'anonymous' who offered their "constructive critisism' on my story, I am very aware of those things. Its my fucking story, and Ill write it the way I want. Even if it means that Slytherin happens to be a tower, or if Hermione loves Draco and sleeps with him. If you found so many faults, why the fuck did you read it? Hmm Ive had a bad day.
I know this chapters short. I own nothing but the plot. Im very sorry.
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Hermione was sitting outside, on her porch. Watching the sun reflect on to the wood which made up the old porch. She looked up to the sky, as she heard the flapping of what sounded like owl wings. She smiled brightly; and got up. 'Draco wrote to me!' she thought happily, as she saw the owl fly down to her. She took the letter, and looked at it. 'How strange; the letter is not in Dracos handwriting,' she thought, and opened up the letter hurridly.
Dear Ms. Granger,
It is with the deepest sympathy and regret that I write this letter to you. I must inform you that Draco Malfoy whom you are very familiar with, was found dead on the night of December 20. He was struck by the killing curse. We have determined that it was indeed Harry Potter that did this; and he will be appropriately delt with as soon as possible. All of us at Hogwarts wish you well, and are terribly sorry for your loss. If you wish, you may still stay in Slytherin when you get back. We hope that you will be able to have a Happy Christmas.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Hermione stood there, not moving, as the letter dropped from her hands, and softly hit the floorboards of the porch. A single tear fell down her cheeks, which were now becoming very red.
'No....NO!! NOT MY DRACO! DONT TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!' Hermione screamed as she collapsed to the floor, millions of tears streaming down her soft face. And there she layed until her parents found her 2 hours later. She would not get up.
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When it was finally time for Hermione to go back to Hogwarts, she didnt think she could physically-or mentally-go back. It was just too much for her to bear. The loss of Draco had left a gaping void in her soul.
Hermione decided that she would stay in Slytherin. She wanted to keep the memory of her Draco alive, even though she was very aware that he was gone. The first day back, Dumbledore announced the death of Draco, but Hermione was not present. She could not stand to hear talk about his death. She would go up to her room, and confide in her new diary, that her shrink said would help her. Sometimes, she would go into her bathroom and hold a knife to her wrists, just hoping for the strength to be able to press in. She would cut herself, to draw blood, to taste blood.
Hermione could feel Dracos presence everywhere. In the walls, in the floors, in her bed. At night, she would clutch her covers to try and reinact the feeling of Draco in her arms. She cried herself to sleep every night.
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Two years passed, and now Hermione was in her seventh year. She had lost her ambition in her studies, and she had a lack of interest in almost everything but hurting herself in some way. She blamed herself for Dracos death; of only she had been there with him. If only she had not been involved with Harry. If only.
Everyone had been worried about her from the start. But now, it was usual to not see Hermione in her classes, and not in the Great Hall. Hermione had become skinny as a skeleton from starving herself. If Draco could not live, why should she? was her motto. She rarely spoke to anyone. The only other student Hermione would even speak to was Gustof. She could relate to him, and he to her. Both of their lives were rotten to the core, and they had both lost Draco. One night, Hermione was sitting in Gustofs room with him, just talking to him.
'Do you remember a year ago, when Draco found us?' Hermione said, her eyes bloodshot from crying. Gustof looked up.
'I am so sorry, Hermione. I never meant to do that, but I have always just been-attracted to you, very much so. Its like we share a common bond, you and I. We are one,' Gustof said, looking into her eyes intensely. Hermione at that moment, crushed her lips against his.
Perhaps she needed to feel loved again, like she did with Draco. Maybe it was that Gustof was so closely related to Draco, and looked like him, and she was trying to fool herself to think that Gustof was Draco. Whatever the reason, Gustof felt the same way. Gustof layed Hermione down, same as he did last year. The only difference was, there was no Draco to burst open the door. Gustof ripped his shirt off, and Hermione could see his built chest. She in return removed her shirt, not only that, but everything. She desperately needed to feel this now, to have this again. Gustof had taken off all of his remaining clothing, and Hermione wouldnt have cared if he had looked like a toad. She just needed this. Gustofs tongue entered her mouth, and she massaged it roughly. She could feel his hardness right away against her, pressing into her. She cried out as she tightned her grip on his sides with her legs, as he began to thrust into her. They both moved together that way. It felt so good to Hermione; she hadnt felt this way in so long, since Draco had died. She imagined in her head that she was making love with Draco, not his cousin. She didnt care. It just felt so good, and she needed this. Gustof finally climaxed into her, and she felt the warmth in her whole body. Gustof didnt even collapse onto her like Draco had done, or even smile when he was finished. Instead, he got right up and headed to shower, like he felt dirty. Hermione frowned, dissapointedly, and started to cry silently.
I know this chapters short. I own nothing but the plot. Im very sorry.
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Hermione was sitting outside, on her porch. Watching the sun reflect on to the wood which made up the old porch. She looked up to the sky, as she heard the flapping of what sounded like owl wings. She smiled brightly; and got up. 'Draco wrote to me!' she thought happily, as she saw the owl fly down to her. She took the letter, and looked at it. 'How strange; the letter is not in Dracos handwriting,' she thought, and opened up the letter hurridly.
Dear Ms. Granger,
It is with the deepest sympathy and regret that I write this letter to you. I must inform you that Draco Malfoy whom you are very familiar with, was found dead on the night of December 20. He was struck by the killing curse. We have determined that it was indeed Harry Potter that did this; and he will be appropriately delt with as soon as possible. All of us at Hogwarts wish you well, and are terribly sorry for your loss. If you wish, you may still stay in Slytherin when you get back. We hope that you will be able to have a Happy Christmas.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Hermione stood there, not moving, as the letter dropped from her hands, and softly hit the floorboards of the porch. A single tear fell down her cheeks, which were now becoming very red.
'No....NO!! NOT MY DRACO! DONT TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!' Hermione screamed as she collapsed to the floor, millions of tears streaming down her soft face. And there she layed until her parents found her 2 hours later. She would not get up.
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When it was finally time for Hermione to go back to Hogwarts, she didnt think she could physically-or mentally-go back. It was just too much for her to bear. The loss of Draco had left a gaping void in her soul.
Hermione decided that she would stay in Slytherin. She wanted to keep the memory of her Draco alive, even though she was very aware that he was gone. The first day back, Dumbledore announced the death of Draco, but Hermione was not present. She could not stand to hear talk about his death. She would go up to her room, and confide in her new diary, that her shrink said would help her. Sometimes, she would go into her bathroom and hold a knife to her wrists, just hoping for the strength to be able to press in. She would cut herself, to draw blood, to taste blood.
Hermione could feel Dracos presence everywhere. In the walls, in the floors, in her bed. At night, she would clutch her covers to try and reinact the feeling of Draco in her arms. She cried herself to sleep every night.
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Two years passed, and now Hermione was in her seventh year. She had lost her ambition in her studies, and she had a lack of interest in almost everything but hurting herself in some way. She blamed herself for Dracos death; of only she had been there with him. If only she had not been involved with Harry. If only.
Everyone had been worried about her from the start. But now, it was usual to not see Hermione in her classes, and not in the Great Hall. Hermione had become skinny as a skeleton from starving herself. If Draco could not live, why should she? was her motto. She rarely spoke to anyone. The only other student Hermione would even speak to was Gustof. She could relate to him, and he to her. Both of their lives were rotten to the core, and they had both lost Draco. One night, Hermione was sitting in Gustofs room with him, just talking to him.
'Do you remember a year ago, when Draco found us?' Hermione said, her eyes bloodshot from crying. Gustof looked up.
'I am so sorry, Hermione. I never meant to do that, but I have always just been-attracted to you, very much so. Its like we share a common bond, you and I. We are one,' Gustof said, looking into her eyes intensely. Hermione at that moment, crushed her lips against his.
Perhaps she needed to feel loved again, like she did with Draco. Maybe it was that Gustof was so closely related to Draco, and looked like him, and she was trying to fool herself to think that Gustof was Draco. Whatever the reason, Gustof felt the same way. Gustof layed Hermione down, same as he did last year. The only difference was, there was no Draco to burst open the door. Gustof ripped his shirt off, and Hermione could see his built chest. She in return removed her shirt, not only that, but everything. She desperately needed to feel this now, to have this again. Gustof had taken off all of his remaining clothing, and Hermione wouldnt have cared if he had looked like a toad. She just needed this. Gustofs tongue entered her mouth, and she massaged it roughly. She could feel his hardness right away against her, pressing into her. She cried out as she tightned her grip on his sides with her legs, as he began to thrust into her. They both moved together that way. It felt so good to Hermione; she hadnt felt this way in so long, since Draco had died. She imagined in her head that she was making love with Draco, not his cousin. She didnt care. It just felt so good, and she needed this. Gustof finally climaxed into her, and she felt the warmth in her whole body. Gustof didnt even collapse onto her like Draco had done, or even smile when he was finished. Instead, he got right up and headed to shower, like he felt dirty. Hermione frowned, dissapointedly, and started to cry silently.