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Chapter 5
It was raining outside and Hermione listened to the 'pit pat' on the window. She couldn't sleep all night, her thoughts were focused on Draco and what could have happened if her father hadn't interrupted. Her mind drifted, she thought of Draco's kiss and how she didn't mind, in fact, she was terribly disappointed when he pulled away. She hoped Draco had enjoyed it as much as she had. She turned and looked at the clock, 2:41 am. Hermione sighed and turned back over.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Hermione sat up, what is that?
Tap. Tap. Tap.
It was coming from the window. She got up to see what it was. Before Hermione could reach the window, everything was upside down and back the front and inside out. Woah, what the-? She picked up the lumpy object she tripped on, she had no idea what it was, so she threw it on the ground again, this time out of the way. She carefully made her way to the window, sitting on the window sill was a scruffy little tawny owl. Hermione opened the window careful not to wake her parents and the little owl flew to her shoulder, it was soaking wet, but it didn't seem to mind. She carried it to the bathroom and towel dried the little owl, so it didn't catch a cold. There was a small note attached to its tiny foot, she untied it and the owl sat quietly watching her open the note.
I can't sleep wanna go for a walk. Draco.
"In this? Oh well, a little rain never hurt anyone." Hermione said, quietly to the owl. She smiled, as she read it over and over. Miraculously, Hermione found a quill in the dark without breaking anything or waking her parents. She decided it was best if she didn't try to find a spare bit of parchment in the dark as well, so she simply flipped over Draco's note and wrote, yes, I can't sleep either. I'll be waiting in the lobby. Hermione. She tied the note to the owl and let it out the window, she grabbed a muggle pen and paper and wrote a note to her parents and left it on the table. She pulled on her jeans and one of her favourite sleeveless tops, it was white with a glittering Union Jack on the front. She found her jacket and slowly made her way down to the lobby, where Draco was already waiting for her. She smiled when she saw him and she walked over to him.
He was quite a good dresser for most wizards in muggle clothes. He was damp from the rain, but it kind of added to his look. He was wearing army green cargo pants that were two sizes too big and if it weren't for his belt, well, lets just leave it to your imagination, shall we? His hair was messy, but in a very sexy way. And he looked as though he was wearing two shirts, a long sleeved one with a short sleeve over the top, he looked very delicious.
Draco's warm hand slipped into Hermione's and he leaned into her and whispered, "I want to show you something."
Hermione nodded and let him lead her to a deserted park with a single street lamp to illuminate the solitary swing and park bench. The rain had let up a bit and the shadows of the few trees which lived in the park crept along the path under the light, grabbing at Hermione's feet. She held Draco's hand tighter and moved closer to him, feeling his warmth flow through her veins, warming her whole body and making her heart flutter.
"This is the first place I can remember having fun as a kid." Draco whispered softly, as if he might break something so special if he said it louder.
Hermione didn't know what to say so she pulled him closer and hugged him for a few seconds, "Did your mother bring you here?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah," He smiled, a genuine smile, "she looked so beautiful that day," Draco pulled Hermione to the base of a tall tree, "she sat here and watched me." Draco ran his hand up and down the trunk of the tree.
He turned Hermione so she faced him, "Thank you, for everything. I've never had a friend before. Even though its only been for a couple of days, it means a lot. And, no, Crabbe and Goyle weren't my friends. They were just.tag alongs."
"Draco," Hermione whispered.
"Shh, don't speak." He was looking into her eyes, "don't make this harder that it already is."
"But, I don't understand" she said, confused. "What is going on, Draco?"
"Never mind now." He squeezed her hand, "Do you want a swing?"
Hermione nodded, she walked over to the wet swing and sat down. Draco pushed her for about a half an hour, they talked of their childhood. Draco told her everything he'd been dying to tell someone for so long, with a few exceptions. He told her how his father treated him and how, for his birthday, he'd have the 'honour' of being 'taught,' as his father called it, by the Dark Lord himself. But, as he told Hermione, it was just a good old fashioned slogging. He took off his shirt and let Hermione see his battle scars, long lashings and small cigarette-like burns, and some even looked like pictures, one Hermione recognised as the Dark Mark. It was just drizzling, though it threatened to rain harder.
"My great grandmother," he said, as he pulled a box out of his jacket, and showed her a gold, antique locket, with a name carved into the back, Victoria, "she wore this on her wedding day, she gave it to my grandmother and she wore it on her wedding day, and the same with my mother, since my mother never had any daughters, she gave it to me, to give to my wife to wear on our wedding day. But-" he hesitated.
"Draco?" Hermione whispered, as she fought back tears. She had a fair idea of what this was about.
"But, I don't think I'll be having a wedding. To tell you the truth, Hermione, my father shall be coming for me today, everything for my initiation is ready and I must go." He looked at the ground, "I will refuse, of course, and they will-"
Hermione could see tears in his eyes, it was raining again, but it didn't disguise them, "What are you telling me, Draco?" she said, not wanting to believe this, tears flowed freely down her face.
"I'm telling you that I have only a few days to live, I can fight them, Hermione." Tears were now streaming down his pale cheeks. "And, I'm asking you to take this, take it and wear it on your wedding day if you like, you don't have to. Just make sure you look after yourself, okay. Don't to forget me.
Hermione grabbed his hand and lead him though to the street, "we're going back to England, to Hogwarts. Dumbledore will help you."
"No, Hermione, he can't help me." Draco pulled his hand away and held out the necklace. "Now, take it!"
"Why? Why can't he help you? He's protected Harry for almost 16 years, what so different with you?" Hermione was furious.
"To start with I'm not wonder boy!" Draco said, harshly. The last thing he wanted to hear was Harry's name. "And Potter is the man, he is the one who will eventually take the Dark Lord down. I'm nothing to Dumbledore!"
"Oh that's crap, Draco, and you know it." Hermione began to plead again, "Come on, say you'll come with me."
"No, Hermione." He said, firmly, ending the conversation. "Come on," he said, more softly, "your parents will think you've taken off again." He hugged her and took her hand, leading her back through the streets. It was raining hard and both of them were soaked to the bone. But both were too depressed to think of the cold or do anything about it. The walk back was silent, probably because they both didn't know what to say to each other. But also because Hermione was concentrating hard on not letting Draco know she was crying, and Draco was trying not to let her know he knew she was crying.
"Do you want to die or something?" Hermione's question was unexpected, in the least, and he didn't know what to say.
Did he want to die? He certainly wasn't doing anything to prevent it. But he couldn't very well say yes, could he? Hermione wouldn't take it very well if he did, in fact, he was pretty sure she would flip out. But if he did say no, then he was lining him self up for a long 'then why don't we go to Dumbledore, the muggle-loving, saviour of everything' lecture. It was a no win situation. So, he decided it best to not say anything at all. There was 10 second silence.
"Draco? Do you?" Hermione demanded, once she knew he wasn't intending to answer her. She had stopped walking, by this time, and it was clear she wasn't moving until she got some answers. Draco wasn't sure if she was confused, worried or furious. What ever it was it wasn't going to be pretty.
"Well.I don't know." He replied truthfully.
"What?" She said in disbelief. The rain didn't disguise the single tear fell down her left cheek, "No, Draco?"
"Think about it, Hermione." Draco was angry, he didn't know why, just looking at her made him angry. "What do I have to live for? My mother? She's as good as dead anyway, living with my father. He'll kill her. Its not as if I'm going to be there, I'd be at Hogwarts when he'd do it, you see if I'm not. No witnesses, you know? My whole life revolved around tormenting others. Around impressing the Slytherin's and I hate every single one of them." He paused, waiting for her to respond, she didn't. "What do I have to live for?"
"Me, if nothing else." Her voice was soft. "Your future. You're not evil, Draco. Help other people, help us fight him. You can save your mother, you can, I know you can." She was so sure of herself, sure of him too.
Both of them, didn't move. She looked at him intently, he glanced across the road, looking at anything, anything but her. Draco dragged his hand through his wet hair. It only took him a few seconds to give in. I'm going to regret this, aren't I?
"When do you want to leave?" Draco said, a smile playing on his lips.
"Draco!" Hermione squealed. He grinned broadly when he saw Hermione smile and cover her mouth with her hand, before she squealed again and leaped at him.
"And how do we get there? What if Dumbledore isn't there? He could have a holiday house somewhere in Southeast China for all we know." Draco said, though he was still grinning.
Hermione pulled off him and looked him in the eyes, "I don't care! I don't care!" She laughed, and leaped at him again, giggling childishly.
"Hermione! That's enough." Draco said, amused. He pulled away from her. "Come on, I've got to take you home."
"No, Draco. I have to take you home. To England." She giggled and ran ahead of him, jumping in the puddles. "Come on, Draco!" She called back to him, the rain .
"I don't run, Granger! Have you ever seen me run?" He yelled back to her, the question was supposed to be rhetorical, but Hermione, who had run back to him, giggled and nodded her head.
"When?" Draco asked, confused. She smiled mischievously and Draco knew exactly when she'd seen him run.
"First year. In the forest. You ran like there was no tomorrow." She laughed.
"That was the Dark Lord, Hermione. What did you want me to do? Stick around like Potter?" He grinned back.
"You ran for me last week. Run with me now, Draco." She smiled and squeezed his hand.
"Where almost back." Draco said, continuing to walk. Though, Hermione sudden urge to run was strangely turning him on. Geez, Malfoy. Get a grip.
"Draco!" Hermione shouted standing in front the glass double doors, that lead through to the lobby of her hotel. She ran back to him. "I'll race you to that street light and back to my hotel."
Draco raised him eyebrow, suggestively. "And what do I get if I win?"
"Get real. As if you'd win."
"What do I get? Tell me or I won't do it."
Hermione smiled, "What do you want?"
"A kiss." Draco said, simply.
"A kiss? From who?" Hermione couldn't help but smile.
"The loser." He smirked.
"Okay." Hermione smiled. "And if I win?"
"The same naturally." Draco smiled.
Hermione laughed, "No way! I'm not that stupid! I want you-" Hermione paused.
"Hermione, I never knew you felt that way." Draco grinned.
"Prat! I wasn't done. I was thinking of what I should make you do."
"Yeah, sure." He said, sarcastically. Hermione glared at him.
"Just for that, Draco Malfoy, I'm leaving it open. I'll decide what I want when I want it." Hermione smiled before she shouted "GO!" and she ran as fast as she could to the street lamp and back to the hotel doors, all the while hearing Draco's footsteps behind her. "Huh!" she said, triumphantly. Breathing slightly heavier than before.
Draco, who had has his right hand up against the brick wall and was breathing much heavier than before, said "Damn, girl!" He looked up at her, only for a second, before looking back to his shoes.
"Come on, you're staying with me tonight. We can't have you taken before we even get to London, now can we?" She smiled. Draco never objected, why would he? He just silently followed her to the elevator, fully aware of her hand clasped around his own.
~~~***~~~
Draco had woken to Mr Granger's loud, booming voice. He was ranting and raving about find Draco sleeping on the floor next to Hermione's bed, luckily Mrs Granger calmed him down long enough for Hermione to explain about the situation they were in. Both of Hermione's parents agreed to take them back to Hogwarts as soon as they were all ready to leave. Draco and Hermione, after a while arguing and reassuring her parents, made their way over to Draco's old hotel room, they were just going to grab his things and fix up the clerk before leaving for England. Hermione was to run up to his room and grab his suitcase and Draco would pay.
"Back in a minute," she smiled sweetly at Draco before jumping into the elevator.
Hermione walked down the corridor to Draco's door, she fumbled with the key and opened the door, only to find herself being pulled through the door by her hair.
"Who might you be then?" said a frighteningly familiar voice.
"What's the matter? Don't you remember me, Mr Malfoy?" Hermione said, sounding more courageous than she felt.
Okay, my lovelies, so so so sorry this took so long, I have some bad bad news and some bad news, the bad news is I haven't had time to finish chapter 7 yet (isn't that shocking!) and the bad bad news (for you not me) is that im going to bali in three days and im not going to get my holidays which I was depending on to write a hell of a lot of this story, but unfortunately for you..its not gonna happen unless my friend decides shes gonna write some too...tell her off in your reviews, in between praising our story of course! Hee hee Luv Bug-a-lugs XXXOOO
Chapter 5
It was raining outside and Hermione listened to the 'pit pat' on the window. She couldn't sleep all night, her thoughts were focused on Draco and what could have happened if her father hadn't interrupted. Her mind drifted, she thought of Draco's kiss and how she didn't mind, in fact, she was terribly disappointed when he pulled away. She hoped Draco had enjoyed it as much as she had. She turned and looked at the clock, 2:41 am. Hermione sighed and turned back over.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Hermione sat up, what is that?
Tap. Tap. Tap.
It was coming from the window. She got up to see what it was. Before Hermione could reach the window, everything was upside down and back the front and inside out. Woah, what the-? She picked up the lumpy object she tripped on, she had no idea what it was, so she threw it on the ground again, this time out of the way. She carefully made her way to the window, sitting on the window sill was a scruffy little tawny owl. Hermione opened the window careful not to wake her parents and the little owl flew to her shoulder, it was soaking wet, but it didn't seem to mind. She carried it to the bathroom and towel dried the little owl, so it didn't catch a cold. There was a small note attached to its tiny foot, she untied it and the owl sat quietly watching her open the note.
I can't sleep wanna go for a walk. Draco.
"In this? Oh well, a little rain never hurt anyone." Hermione said, quietly to the owl. She smiled, as she read it over and over. Miraculously, Hermione found a quill in the dark without breaking anything or waking her parents. She decided it was best if she didn't try to find a spare bit of parchment in the dark as well, so she simply flipped over Draco's note and wrote, yes, I can't sleep either. I'll be waiting in the lobby. Hermione. She tied the note to the owl and let it out the window, she grabbed a muggle pen and paper and wrote a note to her parents and left it on the table. She pulled on her jeans and one of her favourite sleeveless tops, it was white with a glittering Union Jack on the front. She found her jacket and slowly made her way down to the lobby, where Draco was already waiting for her. She smiled when she saw him and she walked over to him.
He was quite a good dresser for most wizards in muggle clothes. He was damp from the rain, but it kind of added to his look. He was wearing army green cargo pants that were two sizes too big and if it weren't for his belt, well, lets just leave it to your imagination, shall we? His hair was messy, but in a very sexy way. And he looked as though he was wearing two shirts, a long sleeved one with a short sleeve over the top, he looked very delicious.
Draco's warm hand slipped into Hermione's and he leaned into her and whispered, "I want to show you something."
Hermione nodded and let him lead her to a deserted park with a single street lamp to illuminate the solitary swing and park bench. The rain had let up a bit and the shadows of the few trees which lived in the park crept along the path under the light, grabbing at Hermione's feet. She held Draco's hand tighter and moved closer to him, feeling his warmth flow through her veins, warming her whole body and making her heart flutter.
"This is the first place I can remember having fun as a kid." Draco whispered softly, as if he might break something so special if he said it louder.
Hermione didn't know what to say so she pulled him closer and hugged him for a few seconds, "Did your mother bring you here?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah," He smiled, a genuine smile, "she looked so beautiful that day," Draco pulled Hermione to the base of a tall tree, "she sat here and watched me." Draco ran his hand up and down the trunk of the tree.
He turned Hermione so she faced him, "Thank you, for everything. I've never had a friend before. Even though its only been for a couple of days, it means a lot. And, no, Crabbe and Goyle weren't my friends. They were just.tag alongs."
"Draco," Hermione whispered.
"Shh, don't speak." He was looking into her eyes, "don't make this harder that it already is."
"But, I don't understand" she said, confused. "What is going on, Draco?"
"Never mind now." He squeezed her hand, "Do you want a swing?"
Hermione nodded, she walked over to the wet swing and sat down. Draco pushed her for about a half an hour, they talked of their childhood. Draco told her everything he'd been dying to tell someone for so long, with a few exceptions. He told her how his father treated him and how, for his birthday, he'd have the 'honour' of being 'taught,' as his father called it, by the Dark Lord himself. But, as he told Hermione, it was just a good old fashioned slogging. He took off his shirt and let Hermione see his battle scars, long lashings and small cigarette-like burns, and some even looked like pictures, one Hermione recognised as the Dark Mark. It was just drizzling, though it threatened to rain harder.
"My great grandmother," he said, as he pulled a box out of his jacket, and showed her a gold, antique locket, with a name carved into the back, Victoria, "she wore this on her wedding day, she gave it to my grandmother and she wore it on her wedding day, and the same with my mother, since my mother never had any daughters, she gave it to me, to give to my wife to wear on our wedding day. But-" he hesitated.
"Draco?" Hermione whispered, as she fought back tears. She had a fair idea of what this was about.
"But, I don't think I'll be having a wedding. To tell you the truth, Hermione, my father shall be coming for me today, everything for my initiation is ready and I must go." He looked at the ground, "I will refuse, of course, and they will-"
Hermione could see tears in his eyes, it was raining again, but it didn't disguise them, "What are you telling me, Draco?" she said, not wanting to believe this, tears flowed freely down her face.
"I'm telling you that I have only a few days to live, I can fight them, Hermione." Tears were now streaming down his pale cheeks. "And, I'm asking you to take this, take it and wear it on your wedding day if you like, you don't have to. Just make sure you look after yourself, okay. Don't to forget me.
Hermione grabbed his hand and lead him though to the street, "we're going back to England, to Hogwarts. Dumbledore will help you."
"No, Hermione, he can't help me." Draco pulled his hand away and held out the necklace. "Now, take it!"
"Why? Why can't he help you? He's protected Harry for almost 16 years, what so different with you?" Hermione was furious.
"To start with I'm not wonder boy!" Draco said, harshly. The last thing he wanted to hear was Harry's name. "And Potter is the man, he is the one who will eventually take the Dark Lord down. I'm nothing to Dumbledore!"
"Oh that's crap, Draco, and you know it." Hermione began to plead again, "Come on, say you'll come with me."
"No, Hermione." He said, firmly, ending the conversation. "Come on," he said, more softly, "your parents will think you've taken off again." He hugged her and took her hand, leading her back through the streets. It was raining hard and both of them were soaked to the bone. But both were too depressed to think of the cold or do anything about it. The walk back was silent, probably because they both didn't know what to say to each other. But also because Hermione was concentrating hard on not letting Draco know she was crying, and Draco was trying not to let her know he knew she was crying.
"Do you want to die or something?" Hermione's question was unexpected, in the least, and he didn't know what to say.
Did he want to die? He certainly wasn't doing anything to prevent it. But he couldn't very well say yes, could he? Hermione wouldn't take it very well if he did, in fact, he was pretty sure she would flip out. But if he did say no, then he was lining him self up for a long 'then why don't we go to Dumbledore, the muggle-loving, saviour of everything' lecture. It was a no win situation. So, he decided it best to not say anything at all. There was 10 second silence.
"Draco? Do you?" Hermione demanded, once she knew he wasn't intending to answer her. She had stopped walking, by this time, and it was clear she wasn't moving until she got some answers. Draco wasn't sure if she was confused, worried or furious. What ever it was it wasn't going to be pretty.
"Well.I don't know." He replied truthfully.
"What?" She said in disbelief. The rain didn't disguise the single tear fell down her left cheek, "No, Draco?"
"Think about it, Hermione." Draco was angry, he didn't know why, just looking at her made him angry. "What do I have to live for? My mother? She's as good as dead anyway, living with my father. He'll kill her. Its not as if I'm going to be there, I'd be at Hogwarts when he'd do it, you see if I'm not. No witnesses, you know? My whole life revolved around tormenting others. Around impressing the Slytherin's and I hate every single one of them." He paused, waiting for her to respond, she didn't. "What do I have to live for?"
"Me, if nothing else." Her voice was soft. "Your future. You're not evil, Draco. Help other people, help us fight him. You can save your mother, you can, I know you can." She was so sure of herself, sure of him too.
Both of them, didn't move. She looked at him intently, he glanced across the road, looking at anything, anything but her. Draco dragged his hand through his wet hair. It only took him a few seconds to give in. I'm going to regret this, aren't I?
"When do you want to leave?" Draco said, a smile playing on his lips.
"Draco!" Hermione squealed. He grinned broadly when he saw Hermione smile and cover her mouth with her hand, before she squealed again and leaped at him.
"And how do we get there? What if Dumbledore isn't there? He could have a holiday house somewhere in Southeast China for all we know." Draco said, though he was still grinning.
Hermione pulled off him and looked him in the eyes, "I don't care! I don't care!" She laughed, and leaped at him again, giggling childishly.
"Hermione! That's enough." Draco said, amused. He pulled away from her. "Come on, I've got to take you home."
"No, Draco. I have to take you home. To England." She giggled and ran ahead of him, jumping in the puddles. "Come on, Draco!" She called back to him, the rain .
"I don't run, Granger! Have you ever seen me run?" He yelled back to her, the question was supposed to be rhetorical, but Hermione, who had run back to him, giggled and nodded her head.
"When?" Draco asked, confused. She smiled mischievously and Draco knew exactly when she'd seen him run.
"First year. In the forest. You ran like there was no tomorrow." She laughed.
"That was the Dark Lord, Hermione. What did you want me to do? Stick around like Potter?" He grinned back.
"You ran for me last week. Run with me now, Draco." She smiled and squeezed his hand.
"Where almost back." Draco said, continuing to walk. Though, Hermione sudden urge to run was strangely turning him on. Geez, Malfoy. Get a grip.
"Draco!" Hermione shouted standing in front the glass double doors, that lead through to the lobby of her hotel. She ran back to him. "I'll race you to that street light and back to my hotel."
Draco raised him eyebrow, suggestively. "And what do I get if I win?"
"Get real. As if you'd win."
"What do I get? Tell me or I won't do it."
Hermione smiled, "What do you want?"
"A kiss." Draco said, simply.
"A kiss? From who?" Hermione couldn't help but smile.
"The loser." He smirked.
"Okay." Hermione smiled. "And if I win?"
"The same naturally." Draco smiled.
Hermione laughed, "No way! I'm not that stupid! I want you-" Hermione paused.
"Hermione, I never knew you felt that way." Draco grinned.
"Prat! I wasn't done. I was thinking of what I should make you do."
"Yeah, sure." He said, sarcastically. Hermione glared at him.
"Just for that, Draco Malfoy, I'm leaving it open. I'll decide what I want when I want it." Hermione smiled before she shouted "GO!" and she ran as fast as she could to the street lamp and back to the hotel doors, all the while hearing Draco's footsteps behind her. "Huh!" she said, triumphantly. Breathing slightly heavier than before.
Draco, who had has his right hand up against the brick wall and was breathing much heavier than before, said "Damn, girl!" He looked up at her, only for a second, before looking back to his shoes.
"Come on, you're staying with me tonight. We can't have you taken before we even get to London, now can we?" She smiled. Draco never objected, why would he? He just silently followed her to the elevator, fully aware of her hand clasped around his own.
~~~***~~~
Draco had woken to Mr Granger's loud, booming voice. He was ranting and raving about find Draco sleeping on the floor next to Hermione's bed, luckily Mrs Granger calmed him down long enough for Hermione to explain about the situation they were in. Both of Hermione's parents agreed to take them back to Hogwarts as soon as they were all ready to leave. Draco and Hermione, after a while arguing and reassuring her parents, made their way over to Draco's old hotel room, they were just going to grab his things and fix up the clerk before leaving for England. Hermione was to run up to his room and grab his suitcase and Draco would pay.
"Back in a minute," she smiled sweetly at Draco before jumping into the elevator.
Hermione walked down the corridor to Draco's door, she fumbled with the key and opened the door, only to find herself being pulled through the door by her hair.
"Who might you be then?" said a frighteningly familiar voice.
"What's the matter? Don't you remember me, Mr Malfoy?" Hermione said, sounding more courageous than she felt.
Okay, my lovelies, so so so sorry this took so long, I have some bad bad news and some bad news, the bad news is I haven't had time to finish chapter 7 yet (isn't that shocking!) and the bad bad news (for you not me) is that im going to bali in three days and im not going to get my holidays which I was depending on to write a hell of a lot of this story, but unfortunately for you..its not gonna happen unless my friend decides shes gonna write some too...tell her off in your reviews, in between praising our story of course! Hee hee Luv Bug-a-lugs XXXOOO