Disclaimer: Wow, I haven't done one of these for a long time now, huh?
Well, anyway, I don't own anything HP related, I don't own Draco or Blaise.
But I do own Selene and Hermione's paintings... at least. ;o)
Chapter 5) Last Korphx in Europe
Hermione sat down in the far corner of the pub, the dark shadows hiding her from view as she sipped from her tall pitcher of alcohol filled butterbeer. She felt the warm sensation fill her up, the alcohol giving it an extra warm, electric taste.
She sighed, leaning back in her chair and resting her head against the wall behind her. Everything was just so messed up. With her friends, with her family, with her life in general.
How she hated living.
She thought that working for the Malfoys and having a meaning in life would quench her never ceasing thirst for something unknown, and quench it did. But that painfull feeling came back the moment she saw Blaise and Selene, looking so deeply into each others eyes, love practically radiating from their bodies when they were so close, almost touching.
How she longed for something like that, but she knew that she would never have it. Who would want such a stupid, worthless little goth like her?
"Well, I wouldn't be a goth if it wasn't for... hic," she covered her mouth as she felt another hiccup escape her throat. Great, just great. Now she had to go and get herself drunk. That just added to her perfect mood.
She groaned before burrying her face into her hands, closing her eyes and hoping that she would just die in her sleep.
Meanwhile...
Draco was sitting outside, his girlfriend Pansy sitting on his lap and purring would-be seductive phrases into his ear. But he wasn't hearing anything of it, his mind was somewhere else. At a certain maid, it was.
Ever since he stepped into that room of hers, he couldn't get his mind out of it. Something had happened to her, and he knew it. The way she dressed, black. The way she painted, black. What she painted, was just plain sad and depressing.
Just last year she was still bright, cheerfull, goody-goody two shoes, and now... she was a sad, spunky goth that worked for probably one of the richest wizarding families in the world. He figured, something was up with her.
And, for the past time she was here, every time he or his mother even mentioned anything about her family, her face would ashen and she would hastily change the subject. Before he could even think anything else about the beautiful, mysterious maid of his he caught himself.
Why was he thinking about her? Why should he care? But it kept nagging him in the back of his mind, and no matter how much he pushed it away, it just came back again.
Well, maybe he could try and figure her out... if only just to quench his curiousity. He nodded curtly to himself, agreeing that he would try and decipher this little Dark Princess living at his house, which reminded him, he just HAD to get rid of Pansy.
"Pansy, I do not wish to be with you any longer, goodbye!" he said and before she could even react, he magicked her away not even bothering to be gentle. Wiping off his hands, he headed back to the manor.
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Hermione groggily opened her eyes only to find another person sitting right across from her. Her vision was blurry, and she really couldn't make out the figure. She waited for a few seconds until her eyes finally adjusted, and she fixed her large, coffee colored eyes onto the human.
Wait, he wasn't a human.
"Hello, uh, not to be rude or anything, but... what the hell are you?" she asked, squinting her eyes at him. The thing looked just like a person, is not for his skin that was as pale and smooth like freshly fallen snow on the first day of winter.
He had long, silky black hair that he tied into a loose pony tail with a large, black ribbon. He had blood red lips and very cat like eyes that reflected her sleepy and curious reflection. She noticed that his ears were long and pointy, and his fingers were sharp and almost looked like he had claws.
He smiled, revealing a row of pearly white teeth. Sharp teeth.
"I am Werltuph, one of the last Korphxes in Europe. I had just came to visit this lovely wizarding town when I came upon such a beautiful young lady sitting all by herself, in a dark corner, what seems to be also... drunk," he said the last part with a smile, pointing his long, sharp nail at her large, empty pitcher.
"Oh, uh... I never met a Korphx before, Mr. Werltuph," she said, licking off some of her raimaing drops of butterbeer. His smile widened.
"Let me get you another drink," he offered. Hermione grinned gratefully, before brandishing her empty pitcher up into the air for no particular reason.
"Why, thank you!" she exclaimed, still keeping her huge grin.
"No, thank you," he whispered slyly, an evil glint in his slit like eyes.
AN: Oh no! What has Hermione gotten herself into? Let me give you kiddies some good advice, never ever take drinks from strangers, though I think you all already know that, don't you? Well, my friend once did and... well, I'd rather not talk about it. Anyway, I really hope that this chapter will make you all happy! Thanks so much for all the great reviews! But I'm still wracking my brain as to why I didn't get any flames? I should have, you know...
Oh well. ;o) (Heehee, PP237, I'm steeling these smiley faces from you!)
*~~ ************sleepy-kitty************~~*
P.S. Some people have been questioning my about why Hermione is all dark and gothic. Well, it will be explained all in the NEXT chappie. Okay, go on wih what you were doing, sorry to slow you down...
Chapter 6) Hermione Spills her Story
Draco walked into the manor, a strange uneasy feeling creeping into the back of his mind. He knew something wasn't right. The odd, unsettled tingle in the pit of his stomach was driving him insane!
He wracked his brain, trying to find the answer to his uneasiness. Then it hit him like a truck, deer. Granger.
She said that she was at the Three Broomsticks, and for some strange reason he knew for sure that she wasn't alright. Panic swept over him like a wave covering a peppble on the beach, completly covering him in it's foam.
He franticly took a handfull of Floo powder and threw it into the empty fireplace.
"Granger! Three Broomsticks!" he shouted into the ash. Normally, her head should appear floating in the empty fireplace, but he was distraught to find that it did no such thing. He groaned before taking another hanfull of powder and stepping into the fireplace himself.
"Hogsmeade, Three Broomsticks!" she shouted, throwing the ash roughly to the ground before he was enveloped in the bright green flames. He felt himself spinning faster and faster, ash covering his face and flames licking at his feet, until...
Bump.
He fell right out of the firplace at the dimmed pub. Standing up, he brushed himself clean of the dust on his robes before quikly scanning the room, looking for a certain brunnete dressed in black.
And find her he did. Sitting at the veryt back of the pub, almost hidded by the dark shadows that danced over her face. He approached her without hesitaion, until he saw another someone sitting right across from her.
His blood ran cold in his veins as he recognised the being. A Korphx!
He sucked in his breath, attempting to make him look more ferocious, before stomping over the creature that seemed to be thinking some pretty nasty, evil, naughty thoughts, as all Korphxes do.
These horrible creatures are known for sexual harrassment wherever they go, and he was suprised that Hermione didn't know that, or she would have left right away. He even saw her laughing and brandishing an empty butternbeer pitcher like she was the happiest woman on earth.
Wait a second, brandishing an empty pitcher? No wonder she was like this, she was full on drunk. He plastered on his regular sneer and frown before padding over to the two, tapping the creature roughly on the shoulder.
The thing turned his cat like eyes towards Draco, fixing him with an intense glare. Any other person would have qualed in fright at seeing those yellow, cat like eyes narrowed into dangerous slits and those blood red lips curling into a sneer, revealing a row of sharp, yellow-y teeth.
But not our Draco. He seemed unfased, and thinking fast, he said in his most ferocious and demanding voice he could muster,
"Hey, beat it, kid. This is MY girlfriend. So if you're not looking for a black eye, you better scat," he said, imitating the sneer on the Korphxes face. He was quite aware of how stupid that must have sounded, but he could care less.
"Oh yeah? Do you have any proof that this chick is yours? Hm?" it drawled, a smirk forming on it's hideous face. Draco paled slightly, before walking over to Hermione and grabbing her upper arm.
"Sir? What are you doing here, sir, hic-?" she squeaked before another hiccup escaped her throat. Draco's eyes widened. Why in the name of all seven hells did she have to call him 'sir' at this particular moment? Why?
"Oh, nothing ma'am! Just looking for my sweet little munchkin," he said, plastering on a very painfull looking smile. He laughed slightly before looking over at the creature.
"Er, sir and ma'am, it's our little game! We call each other that, hahaha," he said nervously, trying to stand up the swaying girl, who was now giggling to herself like mad.
"I see... well, good day to both of you," said the Korphx, nodding curtly.
"Bye, Werltuph!" cried Hermione before he left. He stopped to smile at her one last time before striding out of the pub. Draco let out a sigh of relief, and turned to his maid angrily.
"Stupid Granger! You almost got yourself raped! And me killed!" he spat at her before setting her down on her chair. He muttered a Sober Up charm and in a seconds time Hermione was as sober as sober can be.
"Me? I was drunk for heaven's sake! Normally I would have left right away... but, hold on a sec... how did you know that I was in danger? And why did you bother to save me, anyway?" she asked, arching her right eyebrow.
Good question.
Draco just then realised that he didn't have a clue as to how he knew, or why he helped her. He scratched his ear, as he always did when he was confused.
"I don't know, Granger," he finally said. Hermione stared at him for a second, before shrugging it away. Draco followed suit and soon they forgot all about it.
"So, Granger. May I ask, why did you come here to get drunk in the first place?" he asked, breaking the deathly silence. Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her seat, wracking her brain as to find a believable excuse.
"Eh, er... um-" she mumbled. Draco smirked and sat back in his chair, enjoying the show.
"And don't even try to lie, I know that you aren't going to tell the truth anyway," he said. Hermione glared at him, before her old, witty self took over her.
"Malfoy, that's for me to know, and you to never find out. It's my own buisness," she said roughly, crossing her arms over her chest and sticking her nose in the air.
"Ah, that good ol' spunk returning to poor, poor wittle Gwanger?" he teased. Her cheeks flushed a light pink, and her lips straightened into a tight line.
'Cute,' thought Draco absently.
"Fine, if you must know, my life sucks. I have problems with my friends, job obviously, boyfriend, family..." she spat the last word as if it were something disgusting in her mouth. Draco watched her closely, observing the emotions crossing her face.
Guilt, anger, saddness, confusion, regret... disgust.
"Granger, you want to talk about it?" he asked softly. She looked up at him in suprise, fixing him with a suspicious look. His face was covered in pure curiousity and... concern?
"What the hell, Malfoy," she said quietly.
"Look, Granger. My family life wasn't exactly all great too. Maybe we can somehow relate with our miserable lives. Here, I'll make you a deal," he said, leaning forward slightly. Hermione eyed him for a second before also leaning in.
"You spill your story, and I'll spill mine," he suggested, holding out his hand. She looked at it skeptically, before rather reluctantly shaking it. He smiled.
"Okay then, you go first, Granger," he said, his smile widening.
"What?! That's not fair!" she protested loudly. He chuckled, shrugging.
"Life is not fair, my dear. Now, what were you saying? Problems with friends, job, boyfriend... family?" he asked in a would-be innocent tone. She sighed, feeling defeated.
"Fine. But promise me that you won't go telling everyone once I'm finished and not even tell me your story," she said sternly. He put his right hand on his heart and with the other he made a M with his fingers.
"Malfoy's promise! I swear so much and hope to die," he said, smiling.
"Yeah, I hope you do," she mumbled.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that," he said, shaking his head. Hermione took a deep breath before exhaling it slowly.
"Okay, well, it all started in fifth year, when we were defeating the Dark Lord. Dumbledore gave me the task of reaserching. I would sit in the Ministry library for days and days, simply covered in papers, maps, plans, sketches, letters, books, charts and other things.
"Well, as you probably know, my best friend, Ron, and my boyfriend, Harry were off fighting Voldemort. I was the brains, they were the warriors. They would do all of the dangerous plans that I would come up with.
"I was always under so much stress, everyone was depending on me to think of some sneaky, super great plan to defeat the villan. I would sit well into the night, nearly ripping my hair out. And one day, when I was sitting somewhere under a stack of charts, one of the ministry workers came and told me... they told me..." her voice cracked at just the memory.
Draco instinctivly covered her hand with his own in attempt to comfort her.
"It's okay," he soothed, rubbing her hand gently. She looked up at him with those large, beautiful now watery eyes.
"They told me that my parents were killed in a Death Eater attack. It was such a shock, that I didn't even cry. I just... couldn't. I wanted to cry, show respect for my parents, but I couldn't.
"But, this just made me hate the Dark Lord even more. I loathed him so much, that it hurt me from the inside. I wanted nothing more than to kill him slowly and painfully for all centuries. I wanted him to suffer for all the lives he had killed. My parents, Harry's parents, Ron's father, and all of those other innocent lives.
"I... never felt such hatred for someone, that it scared me. From then on, everything in my life was different. My life was ruined. My soul. But the Dark Lord was defeated, and I got my revenge. Right before Harry killed him, I spit on his face and held him on the Cruciatus Curse for five hours.
"I was so full of hate, that all I wanted was for him to suffer. Eventually, Harry stopped the curse before Avada Kedavra-ing him. But, I thought that I would feel better once I got my revenge, but I didn't.
"On the contrary, I hated myself for doing that to him. I lowered myself to his level, I shared that evil and hatred from him. I was disgusted with myself. And the worst part was that I was all alone from then.
"Without my parents and family... I felt empty, like a piece of me was missing. I didn't and don't love Harry, and he and Ron are basically being bastards. They don't want to be my friends anymore because I became a goth and all dark and stuff.
"But I just can't bring myself to wear anything bright and cheerfull. Black describes my mood, life, feelings, and my past. Also, I found peace and solitude in my art. If you haven't yet been in my room, you'd notice that I paint dark things.
"I feel, as if they speak to me. I spill my soul onto the wall, paper, and the brush and pencil are my best friends, tools that reach into my soul and take out all of my pain and spill it onto the paper. When I'm in a good mood, I'll maybe draw something with colors, but not alot.
"I don't like to read anymore, I guess some part of me died with my parents. Whenever I try to read, my vision becomes blurry and I can't even read a word," she said sadly.
"Well, that's my life. Miserable, lonely, dark and black. Happy now?" she finished, her face not showing any emotions. Draco was completly speechless. He never thought her life was like this, and now he knew why she was all gothic.
Hell, he probably would be too.
Not exactly thinking, he pulled her into a comforting hug.
AN: See? I got 2 chappies out really quik! Well, is you call this quik. I'm so good... no, just kidding, I'm not. I'm horrible for npt updating in like, 2 months. I will never forgive myself for that. Rrrrr, I must get as much chapters up to make it up to you :o) (Hehe, I like these smiley faces!) ;o)
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Chapter 5) Last Korphx in Europe
Hermione sat down in the far corner of the pub, the dark shadows hiding her from view as she sipped from her tall pitcher of alcohol filled butterbeer. She felt the warm sensation fill her up, the alcohol giving it an extra warm, electric taste.
She sighed, leaning back in her chair and resting her head against the wall behind her. Everything was just so messed up. With her friends, with her family, with her life in general.
How she hated living.
She thought that working for the Malfoys and having a meaning in life would quench her never ceasing thirst for something unknown, and quench it did. But that painfull feeling came back the moment she saw Blaise and Selene, looking so deeply into each others eyes, love practically radiating from their bodies when they were so close, almost touching.
How she longed for something like that, but she knew that she would never have it. Who would want such a stupid, worthless little goth like her?
"Well, I wouldn't be a goth if it wasn't for... hic," she covered her mouth as she felt another hiccup escape her throat. Great, just great. Now she had to go and get herself drunk. That just added to her perfect mood.
She groaned before burrying her face into her hands, closing her eyes and hoping that she would just die in her sleep.
Meanwhile...
Draco was sitting outside, his girlfriend Pansy sitting on his lap and purring would-be seductive phrases into his ear. But he wasn't hearing anything of it, his mind was somewhere else. At a certain maid, it was.
Ever since he stepped into that room of hers, he couldn't get his mind out of it. Something had happened to her, and he knew it. The way she dressed, black. The way she painted, black. What she painted, was just plain sad and depressing.
Just last year she was still bright, cheerfull, goody-goody two shoes, and now... she was a sad, spunky goth that worked for probably one of the richest wizarding families in the world. He figured, something was up with her.
And, for the past time she was here, every time he or his mother even mentioned anything about her family, her face would ashen and she would hastily change the subject. Before he could even think anything else about the beautiful, mysterious maid of his he caught himself.
Why was he thinking about her? Why should he care? But it kept nagging him in the back of his mind, and no matter how much he pushed it away, it just came back again.
Well, maybe he could try and figure her out... if only just to quench his curiousity. He nodded curtly to himself, agreeing that he would try and decipher this little Dark Princess living at his house, which reminded him, he just HAD to get rid of Pansy.
"Pansy, I do not wish to be with you any longer, goodbye!" he said and before she could even react, he magicked her away not even bothering to be gentle. Wiping off his hands, he headed back to the manor.
*~~*{(:)}~~*
Hermione groggily opened her eyes only to find another person sitting right across from her. Her vision was blurry, and she really couldn't make out the figure. She waited for a few seconds until her eyes finally adjusted, and she fixed her large, coffee colored eyes onto the human.
Wait, he wasn't a human.
"Hello, uh, not to be rude or anything, but... what the hell are you?" she asked, squinting her eyes at him. The thing looked just like a person, is not for his skin that was as pale and smooth like freshly fallen snow on the first day of winter.
He had long, silky black hair that he tied into a loose pony tail with a large, black ribbon. He had blood red lips and very cat like eyes that reflected her sleepy and curious reflection. She noticed that his ears were long and pointy, and his fingers were sharp and almost looked like he had claws.
He smiled, revealing a row of pearly white teeth. Sharp teeth.
"I am Werltuph, one of the last Korphxes in Europe. I had just came to visit this lovely wizarding town when I came upon such a beautiful young lady sitting all by herself, in a dark corner, what seems to be also... drunk," he said the last part with a smile, pointing his long, sharp nail at her large, empty pitcher.
"Oh, uh... I never met a Korphx before, Mr. Werltuph," she said, licking off some of her raimaing drops of butterbeer. His smile widened.
"Let me get you another drink," he offered. Hermione grinned gratefully, before brandishing her empty pitcher up into the air for no particular reason.
"Why, thank you!" she exclaimed, still keeping her huge grin.
"No, thank you," he whispered slyly, an evil glint in his slit like eyes.
AN: Oh no! What has Hermione gotten herself into? Let me give you kiddies some good advice, never ever take drinks from strangers, though I think you all already know that, don't you? Well, my friend once did and... well, I'd rather not talk about it. Anyway, I really hope that this chapter will make you all happy! Thanks so much for all the great reviews! But I'm still wracking my brain as to why I didn't get any flames? I should have, you know...
Oh well. ;o) (Heehee, PP237, I'm steeling these smiley faces from you!)
*~~ ************sleepy-kitty************~~*
P.S. Some people have been questioning my about why Hermione is all dark and gothic. Well, it will be explained all in the NEXT chappie. Okay, go on wih what you were doing, sorry to slow you down...
Chapter 6) Hermione Spills her Story
Draco walked into the manor, a strange uneasy feeling creeping into the back of his mind. He knew something wasn't right. The odd, unsettled tingle in the pit of his stomach was driving him insane!
He wracked his brain, trying to find the answer to his uneasiness. Then it hit him like a truck, deer. Granger.
She said that she was at the Three Broomsticks, and for some strange reason he knew for sure that she wasn't alright. Panic swept over him like a wave covering a peppble on the beach, completly covering him in it's foam.
He franticly took a handfull of Floo powder and threw it into the empty fireplace.
"Granger! Three Broomsticks!" he shouted into the ash. Normally, her head should appear floating in the empty fireplace, but he was distraught to find that it did no such thing. He groaned before taking another hanfull of powder and stepping into the fireplace himself.
"Hogsmeade, Three Broomsticks!" she shouted, throwing the ash roughly to the ground before he was enveloped in the bright green flames. He felt himself spinning faster and faster, ash covering his face and flames licking at his feet, until...
Bump.
He fell right out of the firplace at the dimmed pub. Standing up, he brushed himself clean of the dust on his robes before quikly scanning the room, looking for a certain brunnete dressed in black.
And find her he did. Sitting at the veryt back of the pub, almost hidded by the dark shadows that danced over her face. He approached her without hesitaion, until he saw another someone sitting right across from her.
His blood ran cold in his veins as he recognised the being. A Korphx!
He sucked in his breath, attempting to make him look more ferocious, before stomping over the creature that seemed to be thinking some pretty nasty, evil, naughty thoughts, as all Korphxes do.
These horrible creatures are known for sexual harrassment wherever they go, and he was suprised that Hermione didn't know that, or she would have left right away. He even saw her laughing and brandishing an empty butternbeer pitcher like she was the happiest woman on earth.
Wait a second, brandishing an empty pitcher? No wonder she was like this, she was full on drunk. He plastered on his regular sneer and frown before padding over to the two, tapping the creature roughly on the shoulder.
The thing turned his cat like eyes towards Draco, fixing him with an intense glare. Any other person would have qualed in fright at seeing those yellow, cat like eyes narrowed into dangerous slits and those blood red lips curling into a sneer, revealing a row of sharp, yellow-y teeth.
But not our Draco. He seemed unfased, and thinking fast, he said in his most ferocious and demanding voice he could muster,
"Hey, beat it, kid. This is MY girlfriend. So if you're not looking for a black eye, you better scat," he said, imitating the sneer on the Korphxes face. He was quite aware of how stupid that must have sounded, but he could care less.
"Oh yeah? Do you have any proof that this chick is yours? Hm?" it drawled, a smirk forming on it's hideous face. Draco paled slightly, before walking over to Hermione and grabbing her upper arm.
"Sir? What are you doing here, sir, hic-?" she squeaked before another hiccup escaped her throat. Draco's eyes widened. Why in the name of all seven hells did she have to call him 'sir' at this particular moment? Why?
"Oh, nothing ma'am! Just looking for my sweet little munchkin," he said, plastering on a very painfull looking smile. He laughed slightly before looking over at the creature.
"Er, sir and ma'am, it's our little game! We call each other that, hahaha," he said nervously, trying to stand up the swaying girl, who was now giggling to herself like mad.
"I see... well, good day to both of you," said the Korphx, nodding curtly.
"Bye, Werltuph!" cried Hermione before he left. He stopped to smile at her one last time before striding out of the pub. Draco let out a sigh of relief, and turned to his maid angrily.
"Stupid Granger! You almost got yourself raped! And me killed!" he spat at her before setting her down on her chair. He muttered a Sober Up charm and in a seconds time Hermione was as sober as sober can be.
"Me? I was drunk for heaven's sake! Normally I would have left right away... but, hold on a sec... how did you know that I was in danger? And why did you bother to save me, anyway?" she asked, arching her right eyebrow.
Good question.
Draco just then realised that he didn't have a clue as to how he knew, or why he helped her. He scratched his ear, as he always did when he was confused.
"I don't know, Granger," he finally said. Hermione stared at him for a second, before shrugging it away. Draco followed suit and soon they forgot all about it.
"So, Granger. May I ask, why did you come here to get drunk in the first place?" he asked, breaking the deathly silence. Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her seat, wracking her brain as to find a believable excuse.
"Eh, er... um-" she mumbled. Draco smirked and sat back in his chair, enjoying the show.
"And don't even try to lie, I know that you aren't going to tell the truth anyway," he said. Hermione glared at him, before her old, witty self took over her.
"Malfoy, that's for me to know, and you to never find out. It's my own buisness," she said roughly, crossing her arms over her chest and sticking her nose in the air.
"Ah, that good ol' spunk returning to poor, poor wittle Gwanger?" he teased. Her cheeks flushed a light pink, and her lips straightened into a tight line.
'Cute,' thought Draco absently.
"Fine, if you must know, my life sucks. I have problems with my friends, job obviously, boyfriend, family..." she spat the last word as if it were something disgusting in her mouth. Draco watched her closely, observing the emotions crossing her face.
Guilt, anger, saddness, confusion, regret... disgust.
"Granger, you want to talk about it?" he asked softly. She looked up at him in suprise, fixing him with a suspicious look. His face was covered in pure curiousity and... concern?
"What the hell, Malfoy," she said quietly.
"Look, Granger. My family life wasn't exactly all great too. Maybe we can somehow relate with our miserable lives. Here, I'll make you a deal," he said, leaning forward slightly. Hermione eyed him for a second before also leaning in.
"You spill your story, and I'll spill mine," he suggested, holding out his hand. She looked at it skeptically, before rather reluctantly shaking it. He smiled.
"Okay then, you go first, Granger," he said, his smile widening.
"What?! That's not fair!" she protested loudly. He chuckled, shrugging.
"Life is not fair, my dear. Now, what were you saying? Problems with friends, job, boyfriend... family?" he asked in a would-be innocent tone. She sighed, feeling defeated.
"Fine. But promise me that you won't go telling everyone once I'm finished and not even tell me your story," she said sternly. He put his right hand on his heart and with the other he made a M with his fingers.
"Malfoy's promise! I swear so much and hope to die," he said, smiling.
"Yeah, I hope you do," she mumbled.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that," he said, shaking his head. Hermione took a deep breath before exhaling it slowly.
"Okay, well, it all started in fifth year, when we were defeating the Dark Lord. Dumbledore gave me the task of reaserching. I would sit in the Ministry library for days and days, simply covered in papers, maps, plans, sketches, letters, books, charts and other things.
"Well, as you probably know, my best friend, Ron, and my boyfriend, Harry were off fighting Voldemort. I was the brains, they were the warriors. They would do all of the dangerous plans that I would come up with.
"I was always under so much stress, everyone was depending on me to think of some sneaky, super great plan to defeat the villan. I would sit well into the night, nearly ripping my hair out. And one day, when I was sitting somewhere under a stack of charts, one of the ministry workers came and told me... they told me..." her voice cracked at just the memory.
Draco instinctivly covered her hand with his own in attempt to comfort her.
"It's okay," he soothed, rubbing her hand gently. She looked up at him with those large, beautiful now watery eyes.
"They told me that my parents were killed in a Death Eater attack. It was such a shock, that I didn't even cry. I just... couldn't. I wanted to cry, show respect for my parents, but I couldn't.
"But, this just made me hate the Dark Lord even more. I loathed him so much, that it hurt me from the inside. I wanted nothing more than to kill him slowly and painfully for all centuries. I wanted him to suffer for all the lives he had killed. My parents, Harry's parents, Ron's father, and all of those other innocent lives.
"I... never felt such hatred for someone, that it scared me. From then on, everything in my life was different. My life was ruined. My soul. But the Dark Lord was defeated, and I got my revenge. Right before Harry killed him, I spit on his face and held him on the Cruciatus Curse for five hours.
"I was so full of hate, that all I wanted was for him to suffer. Eventually, Harry stopped the curse before Avada Kedavra-ing him. But, I thought that I would feel better once I got my revenge, but I didn't.
"On the contrary, I hated myself for doing that to him. I lowered myself to his level, I shared that evil and hatred from him. I was disgusted with myself. And the worst part was that I was all alone from then.
"Without my parents and family... I felt empty, like a piece of me was missing. I didn't and don't love Harry, and he and Ron are basically being bastards. They don't want to be my friends anymore because I became a goth and all dark and stuff.
"But I just can't bring myself to wear anything bright and cheerfull. Black describes my mood, life, feelings, and my past. Also, I found peace and solitude in my art. If you haven't yet been in my room, you'd notice that I paint dark things.
"I feel, as if they speak to me. I spill my soul onto the wall, paper, and the brush and pencil are my best friends, tools that reach into my soul and take out all of my pain and spill it onto the paper. When I'm in a good mood, I'll maybe draw something with colors, but not alot.
"I don't like to read anymore, I guess some part of me died with my parents. Whenever I try to read, my vision becomes blurry and I can't even read a word," she said sadly.
"Well, that's my life. Miserable, lonely, dark and black. Happy now?" she finished, her face not showing any emotions. Draco was completly speechless. He never thought her life was like this, and now he knew why she was all gothic.
Hell, he probably would be too.
Not exactly thinking, he pulled her into a comforting hug.
AN: See? I got 2 chappies out really quik! Well, is you call this quik. I'm so good... no, just kidding, I'm not. I'm horrible for npt updating in like, 2 months. I will never forgive myself for that. Rrrrr, I must get as much chapters up to make it up to you :o) (Hehe, I like these smiley faces!) ;o)
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