Im so mean. I know. What a cliffhanger. I also want to say something else
important in this opener thing. THANK YOU FLUTECHICK! Oh my gosh I love
you^_^ ive never been on anyone's favorite authors list before. You're the
best! Im dedicating this chapter to you!
Im also going to try something new. Im going to try writing a section of this in Hermione and Draco's point of view. Let me know how you all like this, and review. It would be helpful.lol so I make sure I don't ruin things by doing this,
I don't own HP as ive said MANY times...get over it :P
~*~ Hermione stood up slamming her hands onto the table.
"That's impossible. Harry couldn't have.have."
"We have no proof Ms. Granger. Now please, sit down."
Hermione chocked back a sob and ran out of Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore frowned and looked at Ron. Ron was staring at the floor, his eyes full of tears.
"What ive said is only a theory young Mr. Weasly. I do believe there is a chance this is all incorrect"
But ive also had a feeling all year long that Harry had returned different. Especially when he didn't show up at the burrow this summer."
"Well, why didn't you mention this to anyone? We sent his Hogwarts letter to you.how does he have all the stuff he needed if he never got the letter?"
"Mum.got it for him."
"I see. And has Harry heard from Sirius lately?"
"No.well, I mean, Sirius has written, but Harry never responded. He just laughed and threw the letter into the fire place."
"Mr. Weasly! Why didn't you ever tell anyone of this strange behavior?!"
"Well, Harry wanted it kept secret you see.he and Sirius had gotten into an argument is what he said. I believed him. I mean, he is my best friend, I didn't think he would lie to me. Plus I couldn't just tell you, that'd be breaking my promise to keep secret."
"Well, loyalty is a Grffyndor trademark.I guess I can understand"
"Im sorry sir."
"That's okay. I feel as if we should try and find Hermione now though."
Ron nodded. He was worried about Hermione as well.
~*~
-Hermione's Point Of View-
I ran. I ran from Dumbledore's office. I ran as far as I could, and as fast. I wasn't even watching where I was going. All I knew was I had to run.
The echoes of my steps pulsated rhythmically through the corridors. I heard talking. I headed the other way. My head was down, and haphazardly I entered places in which I didn't know existed in Hogwarts. But didn't pay attention to my surroundings.
I started to hear other footsteps as well. A faint yell of "Hermione! Hermione wait!". I told myself it was only voices in my head. Even if it wasn't, I had to run.
Up spiral staircases I made my way. Up more. Up more. I soon found myself trapped in the astronomy tower, footsteps some odd number of seconds away still following me.
I then heard panting. Whoever was following me had ran also. I myself then realized I was also breathing heavy.
The face I least wanted to see in the world was the one of the body that stood in front of me now. Capturing short, staccato breaths. It was Draco Malfoy.
Before I knew what I was doing, I fell into his arms, crying. I hadn't let myself cry in front of Ron. My best friend aside from Harry. I hadn't let myself cry in front of Dumbledore. So why now was I crying to my worst enemy of six years? Why was it now I was breaking down?
-Draco's Point Of View-
Her entire body was shaking. Her head was against my chest, her hands in fists silently hitting me with all the strength she could summon forth. Which at the moment wasn't much. She cried. She cried so hard I, myself wanted to cry. My fingers ran absently through her hair, and my other arm was around her shoulders. I had never comforted anyone before.it was kind of an odd feeling.
The only woman I had ever cared about before Hermione Granger was my mother. Narcissa. She was the most loving and wonderful woman I had ever met. Too bad father killed her.
I hated my father. More than anyone will ever know. I doubt he had ever comforted someone. Maybe if he would have he wouldn't be such a terrible person. I pray to Merlin that I don't turn out like he did. My mother never did anything, and stupid Lucius killed her. I saw the blood stains on the floor. I had seen her mangled body distorted in different ways on the floor. I had seen her last facial expression. I wish I would have had someone to cry on. That was when I first cried.
Hermione reminded me of my mother. I think that's why I love her so much. She's so caring, smart, beautiful, talented.she's everything.
That's why its my job to be there for her.
When I saw her running out of Dumbledore's office crying, I knew I had to follow her. I had to find out what he said. What had happened.
I tightened my grip around her shoulders and leaned my chin on her head. She punched my chest again.
"He could be dead!" she chocked out. My heart stopped for a moment. I know that's not healthy, but I think it literally stopped. She didn't even have to say who she was talking about. I knew. Potter. Potter could be dead. Wonderboy.he looked pretty dead when I left the hospital wing. I didn't want to say that to her though.
"Draco, your dads a deatheater.did Voldemort kill Harry and posses his body?"
My heart stung. My father was infact, a deatheater. I had been told I would be forced to join after graduation. I would be forced to join, or be killed. I had a choice. 'No Malfoy will not be in alliance with our lord. You will join you son of a bitch!' I remember my father saying to me before slapping me. I didn't want to join Voldemort. But, I did want to save my own life. I guess im selfish in that reason.
She looked at me. "Well? Do you know anything or not?" Her eyes were rimming with tears. My heart stung again.
"No.I don't.Lucius never tells me anything.im sorry" I wasn't lying. He never did tell me anything.
Hermione put her head back down to my chest and cried more.
"He.was my best friend."
"I know."
~*~End POV also~*~
Hermione spent the night in the common room of the head boys and girls dorm. She had fell asleep talking to Draco about what Dumbledore had told her. She had fell asleep crying in his arms. Draco hadn't had the heart to move her. So he fell asleep also, on the couch, in front of the fire.
When the morning came, Draco lightly escaped form Hermione and laid her down on the couch. He went and got his owl from his room and owled Dumbledore to say he and Hermione wouldn't be attending classes that day. He knew the headmaster would understand.
After checking on Hermione and making sure she was fast asleep, he ran down to the kitchens to grab some breakfast for both of them, knowing Hermione wouldn't want to go downstairs to the great hall. He also asked the kitchen elves if they would bring the meals up to the dorm, seeing as Hermione was "sick" and he would be with her. They happily said they would be glad to do it and gave him breakfast food.
Draco carried a tray with orange juice, bacon, eggs, and toast for two people up to the portrait where he would enter the common room. He sat the tray down on one of the tables and looked around. Hermione wasn't on the couch anymore. He panicked and worried about maybe she had gone to class. He went up the stairs to see if she was in her room.
He knocked silently on the door. All he heard was a sniffle, which was enough for him. He pushed open the door and he heard the hinges creek. Hermione was sitting on her windowsill, over looking the grounds. Her arms were hugging her knees, and her face was streaked with tears. Draco walked over to her.
"Are you hungry Hermione.?"
Hermione sniffled again and shook her head.
"Well, I brought some breakfast up from the kitchens for you.if you get hungry let me know."
She didn't acknowledge the fact that he had spoken to her. She just kept staring out the window. He took that as a sign she wanted to be alone.
"Well, I owled Dumbledore and told him we would both be missing our classes today. The elves will also bring up all of our food. Ill go down after the last class is over and get our homework for you. Ill be down in the common room if you need me. I need to study some.but if you need a shoulder to cry on, ill drop everything."
She nodded.
Draco sighed and left, closing the door behind him. He went downstairs and eat his breakfast. After eating, he spread some of his homework over the table that he had neglected to do and began. Since he missed class yesterday, being in the hospital wing, he had lots to make up. Potions was the hardest, he had to write a report because the stupid Grffyndors were being dumb and messing up their potions. Except for Hermione, of course. Was it possible that it was only the other night he was plummeting down a corridor, almost dead because of Potter? Time had seemed to carry on so much since then.
After three hours of writing, Draco's hand got tired and he decided he needed a shower. He knocked on Hermione's door. There was no answer. He wasn't expecting one anyway.
"Hermione.im going to take a shower.ill be done in a few minutes."
Again, no answer. He shrugged.
Draco opened up the door to his room and went to his wardrobe. He pulled out black, loose jeans, and a green button up silk shirt. He also grabbed one of the towels the elves kept stocked on the shelves that were green with silver lining, and a bottle of hair gel.
When Draco opened the door to the bathroom door, everything he had in his hands fell. There was a loud clunk as the bottle of hair gel hit the cold stone floor. He stood at the door, amazed and baffled at the same time. What he saw was horrifying. It brought back memories of his mother's death.
"Hermione.." Was all he could choke out.
~*~*~ ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER! I like writing them^_^. This chapter isn't very long.I know.but I had to do it. I wasn't planning on ending it here, but that just means ill go directly to writing the next chapter. The question is.how long do I make you wait?
R&R! The more I get the sooner you see chapter 8!
Love ya all!
~SB
Im also going to try something new. Im going to try writing a section of this in Hermione and Draco's point of view. Let me know how you all like this, and review. It would be helpful.lol so I make sure I don't ruin things by doing this,
I don't own HP as ive said MANY times...get over it :P
~*~ Hermione stood up slamming her hands onto the table.
"That's impossible. Harry couldn't have.have."
"We have no proof Ms. Granger. Now please, sit down."
Hermione chocked back a sob and ran out of Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore frowned and looked at Ron. Ron was staring at the floor, his eyes full of tears.
"What ive said is only a theory young Mr. Weasly. I do believe there is a chance this is all incorrect"
But ive also had a feeling all year long that Harry had returned different. Especially when he didn't show up at the burrow this summer."
"Well, why didn't you mention this to anyone? We sent his Hogwarts letter to you.how does he have all the stuff he needed if he never got the letter?"
"Mum.got it for him."
"I see. And has Harry heard from Sirius lately?"
"No.well, I mean, Sirius has written, but Harry never responded. He just laughed and threw the letter into the fire place."
"Mr. Weasly! Why didn't you ever tell anyone of this strange behavior?!"
"Well, Harry wanted it kept secret you see.he and Sirius had gotten into an argument is what he said. I believed him. I mean, he is my best friend, I didn't think he would lie to me. Plus I couldn't just tell you, that'd be breaking my promise to keep secret."
"Well, loyalty is a Grffyndor trademark.I guess I can understand"
"Im sorry sir."
"That's okay. I feel as if we should try and find Hermione now though."
Ron nodded. He was worried about Hermione as well.
~*~
-Hermione's Point Of View-
I ran. I ran from Dumbledore's office. I ran as far as I could, and as fast. I wasn't even watching where I was going. All I knew was I had to run.
The echoes of my steps pulsated rhythmically through the corridors. I heard talking. I headed the other way. My head was down, and haphazardly I entered places in which I didn't know existed in Hogwarts. But didn't pay attention to my surroundings.
I started to hear other footsteps as well. A faint yell of "Hermione! Hermione wait!". I told myself it was only voices in my head. Even if it wasn't, I had to run.
Up spiral staircases I made my way. Up more. Up more. I soon found myself trapped in the astronomy tower, footsteps some odd number of seconds away still following me.
I then heard panting. Whoever was following me had ran also. I myself then realized I was also breathing heavy.
The face I least wanted to see in the world was the one of the body that stood in front of me now. Capturing short, staccato breaths. It was Draco Malfoy.
Before I knew what I was doing, I fell into his arms, crying. I hadn't let myself cry in front of Ron. My best friend aside from Harry. I hadn't let myself cry in front of Dumbledore. So why now was I crying to my worst enemy of six years? Why was it now I was breaking down?
-Draco's Point Of View-
Her entire body was shaking. Her head was against my chest, her hands in fists silently hitting me with all the strength she could summon forth. Which at the moment wasn't much. She cried. She cried so hard I, myself wanted to cry. My fingers ran absently through her hair, and my other arm was around her shoulders. I had never comforted anyone before.it was kind of an odd feeling.
The only woman I had ever cared about before Hermione Granger was my mother. Narcissa. She was the most loving and wonderful woman I had ever met. Too bad father killed her.
I hated my father. More than anyone will ever know. I doubt he had ever comforted someone. Maybe if he would have he wouldn't be such a terrible person. I pray to Merlin that I don't turn out like he did. My mother never did anything, and stupid Lucius killed her. I saw the blood stains on the floor. I had seen her mangled body distorted in different ways on the floor. I had seen her last facial expression. I wish I would have had someone to cry on. That was when I first cried.
Hermione reminded me of my mother. I think that's why I love her so much. She's so caring, smart, beautiful, talented.she's everything.
That's why its my job to be there for her.
When I saw her running out of Dumbledore's office crying, I knew I had to follow her. I had to find out what he said. What had happened.
I tightened my grip around her shoulders and leaned my chin on her head. She punched my chest again.
"He could be dead!" she chocked out. My heart stopped for a moment. I know that's not healthy, but I think it literally stopped. She didn't even have to say who she was talking about. I knew. Potter. Potter could be dead. Wonderboy.he looked pretty dead when I left the hospital wing. I didn't want to say that to her though.
"Draco, your dads a deatheater.did Voldemort kill Harry and posses his body?"
My heart stung. My father was infact, a deatheater. I had been told I would be forced to join after graduation. I would be forced to join, or be killed. I had a choice. 'No Malfoy will not be in alliance with our lord. You will join you son of a bitch!' I remember my father saying to me before slapping me. I didn't want to join Voldemort. But, I did want to save my own life. I guess im selfish in that reason.
She looked at me. "Well? Do you know anything or not?" Her eyes were rimming with tears. My heart stung again.
"No.I don't.Lucius never tells me anything.im sorry" I wasn't lying. He never did tell me anything.
Hermione put her head back down to my chest and cried more.
"He.was my best friend."
"I know."
~*~End POV also~*~
Hermione spent the night in the common room of the head boys and girls dorm. She had fell asleep talking to Draco about what Dumbledore had told her. She had fell asleep crying in his arms. Draco hadn't had the heart to move her. So he fell asleep also, on the couch, in front of the fire.
When the morning came, Draco lightly escaped form Hermione and laid her down on the couch. He went and got his owl from his room and owled Dumbledore to say he and Hermione wouldn't be attending classes that day. He knew the headmaster would understand.
After checking on Hermione and making sure she was fast asleep, he ran down to the kitchens to grab some breakfast for both of them, knowing Hermione wouldn't want to go downstairs to the great hall. He also asked the kitchen elves if they would bring the meals up to the dorm, seeing as Hermione was "sick" and he would be with her. They happily said they would be glad to do it and gave him breakfast food.
Draco carried a tray with orange juice, bacon, eggs, and toast for two people up to the portrait where he would enter the common room. He sat the tray down on one of the tables and looked around. Hermione wasn't on the couch anymore. He panicked and worried about maybe she had gone to class. He went up the stairs to see if she was in her room.
He knocked silently on the door. All he heard was a sniffle, which was enough for him. He pushed open the door and he heard the hinges creek. Hermione was sitting on her windowsill, over looking the grounds. Her arms were hugging her knees, and her face was streaked with tears. Draco walked over to her.
"Are you hungry Hermione.?"
Hermione sniffled again and shook her head.
"Well, I brought some breakfast up from the kitchens for you.if you get hungry let me know."
She didn't acknowledge the fact that he had spoken to her. She just kept staring out the window. He took that as a sign she wanted to be alone.
"Well, I owled Dumbledore and told him we would both be missing our classes today. The elves will also bring up all of our food. Ill go down after the last class is over and get our homework for you. Ill be down in the common room if you need me. I need to study some.but if you need a shoulder to cry on, ill drop everything."
She nodded.
Draco sighed and left, closing the door behind him. He went downstairs and eat his breakfast. After eating, he spread some of his homework over the table that he had neglected to do and began. Since he missed class yesterday, being in the hospital wing, he had lots to make up. Potions was the hardest, he had to write a report because the stupid Grffyndors were being dumb and messing up their potions. Except for Hermione, of course. Was it possible that it was only the other night he was plummeting down a corridor, almost dead because of Potter? Time had seemed to carry on so much since then.
After three hours of writing, Draco's hand got tired and he decided he needed a shower. He knocked on Hermione's door. There was no answer. He wasn't expecting one anyway.
"Hermione.im going to take a shower.ill be done in a few minutes."
Again, no answer. He shrugged.
Draco opened up the door to his room and went to his wardrobe. He pulled out black, loose jeans, and a green button up silk shirt. He also grabbed one of the towels the elves kept stocked on the shelves that were green with silver lining, and a bottle of hair gel.
When Draco opened the door to the bathroom door, everything he had in his hands fell. There was a loud clunk as the bottle of hair gel hit the cold stone floor. He stood at the door, amazed and baffled at the same time. What he saw was horrifying. It brought back memories of his mother's death.
"Hermione.." Was all he could choke out.
~*~*~ ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER! I like writing them^_^. This chapter isn't very long.I know.but I had to do it. I wasn't planning on ending it here, but that just means ill go directly to writing the next chapter. The question is.how long do I make you wait?
R&R! The more I get the sooner you see chapter 8!
Love ya all!
~SB