Hello all!!! I have really, really missed you guys and am really really
sorry!!! Sorry about the delay and all. But hey, Japanese 1 is really
hard during summer, not to mentions oodles of babysitting and dating and
EXTREME house cleaning...I have been terribly busy and my dad bought this
new comp screen and it's really HUGE and since we have the computer on the
desk in the living room, you can see everything people type even on the
smallest font!!! I really don't like that so I have been working while
everyone is out or in the middle of the night. I feel really terrible
about leaving you guys all alone without the next chapter and all so I
decided to upload it right now. I have noticed a few ends that are...odd,
so I have been tweaking them to perfection. This is a short chappie only
about 6 pages...which makes me feel bad...and I know you are all really
confused...but suck it up for now. It will all come together.
Disclaimer: Hey, if I owned anything, ANYTHING, I would be churning out books about Draco and Hermione and midnight liaisons instead of pretending to know how to write and stuff. Bugger off.
~*~*
Hermione woke up that morning, and for some reason couldn't remember her dreams. She got up, stretched, and dressed. She brushed her teeth, not bothering to shower, and went to the Common Room.
"Hello? Draco? Anyone here?" She called, but Harry and Ron weren't at the table or the couch. They must be at breakfast.
She walked to the Great Hall and saw hardly any Slytherins or Gryffindors. Ginny and a few friends were chatting about, finishing the remains of their breakfasts in a hurry.
"Hey Gin, where is everyone?" Hermione said, slicing her bagel in half and buttering it.
Ginny looked stunned. "What? Hermione, today is a Quidditch match! Slytherin versus Gryffindor!" She shook her head. "Where have you been?"
"We, I...we have a what?! I-what? TODAY?!" Hermione dropped her bagel onto her lap, and of course by the law of the world, it fell butter side down.
"Of course Hermione. Aren't you Head Girl?"
"Well, yes, but I forgot! Oh, how could I?!" Hermione rushed up, and the grease of butter stained her robes near her thighs. "Oh I really need to get to the pitch then!" She muttered something as she magicked away her stain. "Oh, and Harry and Ron are playing!!! CRAP!!!" She started to run away, but Ginny yelled.
"Wait, 'Mione, your colors!"
"Oh, just screw the damn colors Ginny, I have to get to the-" Hermione felt a warm sensation and looked down. She was now bathed in bright red robes. "AGH!! Ginny, change it back!" Hermione gasped.
"Sorry babe. I can't!!!" Ginny looked extremely smug, yet still so innocent. "It won't come out 'till you wash it!" She smiled. "It can't be that bad, I mean, honestly. Just because people are laughing and pointing and you have to get all hyper...here, in fact, I'll walk with you to the Pitch. Okay?" Ginny bid her friends farewell, and started walking with Hermione.
"Hermione...I think Dean is going to break up with me. I mean, He doesn't really like to talk to me anymore, and I know it's his last year, but still...."
Hermione imagined she was as red as her robes. Walking around like a holly berry, even brighter then that, and even the fan girls who devoted themselves to be like a cult and dyed their robes...even they were sneering at Hermione! Not that she wasn't a fan, but what would HE say? Draco? He'd get all huffy and dejected and then she'd feel bad and then angry, being stuck to two boys who she'd known since forever, and one boy who she'd at first hated and oh...what a soap opera life she led...see now, old Hermione would have a solution but this one didn't. And why? She was still the same old Hermione, she had just barely changed, only-
"Hermione, are you okay? I've been asking you the same question for ages and you won't answer if you think that I should tell Dean off before he does to me! Were you even on this planet?"
"Well, how could I be? I am the only red Martian in a sea of black, and I can hear LAUGHTER!!! VOICES!!!" Hermione stopped and moaned, half serious, half joking. Okay, mostly serious.
"Uh, that is just Neville and Seamus. And Dean! Oh mother crap...do I look okay?" Ginny stopped and turned, and so did Hermione.
Seamus bounded up, laughing hard. He pecked Hermione on the cheek. "Nice colors, my little red pox spot!" Soon came Dean and Neville. Dean hesitated, and then began to kiss Ginny.
"Say Ginny...why aren't you in the colors of our house?! HUH?! TRAITOR!!!" Seamus yelled, pointing.
Ginny wacked his hand away. "Where are your colors?"
"Well maybe we'd have...if...yeah. So where are your colors?!" Seamus said, trying in vain to be serious.
Ginny waved her wand. She muttered a spell even Hermione had never heard of. All of them were now in red. Seamus screamed. "NEVILLE! YOU'RE BLEEDING!! Oh god! The horror!" Then he paused and turned to Ginny. "Thanks. So, what's taking so long for us to get there?"
~*
"Go Harry! Go Ron! Go go go go Harry! Go Ron! Go Harry! Go go go go Ron!"
Ginny had made the cheer, and soon everyone was joining, despite the repetition.
This was...one hard game for Hermione. She tried to cheer for both teams. It was rather difficult.
Hermione was caught cheering for Slytherin, in fact, about a half an hour into the game. She passed it off as yelling, "BOO Draco!" but she wasn't sure who believed her.
Then, more than halfway through the game, the Snitch flew past the Gryffindors, Draco in its wake.
He stopped by Hermione, and stared at her. Briefly.
She paused in her movements, and looked into his eyes, nearly black with anger and disdain.
Hermione sighed, and stopped.
Draco sped away, and the Snitch was lost.
~*
Hermione's face was flushed, and she went up to her Common Room.
Gryffindor had won, rather unfairly in her opinion, since it only happened because Ron had accidentally struck Draco with a bludger.
Accidentally.
Draco would be back soon, and Hermione didn't fancy meeting up with him.
So she went to the library. It took her a while because she met up with Seamus and Ginny. When she got there, at once Madam Pince was upon her.
"MISS GRANGER! It has been while hasn't it?"
Hermione paused. She took in a deep breath, inhaling the smell of stacks of ancient volumes.
She smiled. "Yes. It has."
Then Hermione wandered into the rows of shelves.
"Hogwarts: A History...Advanced Spells for the Advanced Casters...The Magical Menagerie of Southern France..." Hermione traced her fingers over the spines of the books and their gilded titles, collecting a few.
She waltzed happily to her old table, and saw it was occupied.
Currently, by a Mr. Draco Malfoy.
Hermione paused. She watched read a book, appearing lazy and idle, when she could tell even in the fading light that his eyes were racing across the pages as though running a race.
However, they stopped. He said harshly, "What is it that you want?"
Hermione flinched at his tone. "Uh...well..." She paused, faltering. "I came here...to read. Actually." She tried to lighten the situation with her voice, but it only succeeded in frightening her more.
Draco looked up at her. He scowled. He looked once again at the book and waved his hand at the seat across from him. Hermione hesitated.
Nevertheless, she sat. "I'm...I'm sorry you know. About today." She opened a book. "I mean, I can't really help it, that they're my friends, and you are too. They've known me for seven years. We've always been there for each other. I just...you know, I feel bad. But it's Harry, and Ron. And they've honestly been...rather good to me..." She trailed off, staring at the book. Then she began to cry. Her cheeks were wetted with huge damp tears that coursed down the contour of her face. Draco looked up at her.
Hermione folded her arms into the book, and leaned on them, so he couldn't see her cry. She wailed. "And all this time, I haven't even been paying attention to them!!! I've just been taking them for granted, ignoring them, and thinking that they were weird. JUST FOR WANTING TO BE WITH ME!!! And I've been so cruel, treating them horridly, not told them anything..."
She started sobbing.
"Stop it!" Draco hissed. It was as close as a consoling tone as he could muster. Hermione moaned louder.
"It's okay! Just stop crying! I forgive...I forgive you." Draco put the book on a shelf and sat down next to her. Awkwardly, he held her.
"I...I also would like to apologize." He said, faltering. He had barely apologized in his life.
Hermione stopped crying, gradually. "It's...okay." She wiped her face, which was red, and hiccupped.
"Are you alright?" Draco asked.
Hermione nodded. "I...came her to relax, but I think I'll go take nap instead. Maybe go to sleep altogether. It is rather late."
Draco looked at her. Everything he felt during the Quidditch match was back. He felt his heart sink below the floor into the fiery depths of hell with the weight of his emotion. He had made her.
Made her into who she was now.
And who knew who that was?
He could feel it. Ach inside of him, the Darkness that had created who he was.
As Hermione left, Draco decided. He would go...if not for himself, for her. At least.
~*
Hermione lay in her bed. Yet, even from here, she could the party in Gryffindor tower.
So she got up, and went to the tower.
Harry and Ron were there, sitting as kings in a royal court on the two chairs closest to the fire. Most other Gryffindors where there, and even people from other teams, celebrating, drinking stolen Butterbeer, and food pilfered from the Kitchens.
"Hermione!" Ginny yelled, pulling up a chair next to her and Dean.
"Hey.everybody." She trailed off. Now she was feeling happy.
"Good evening." Ron said, his voice icy and cold.
Harry kicked him in plain view, and conspicuously told him to be nice. Harry turned a hug, which did emanate warmth.
"We must talk." He said, leading the way up to the boy's dorm.
"I know." She whispered, following.
(A/N: Just fucking forget about the fucking sliding stairs, okay? Hahah I needed to swear. I just felt like it! ^^)
Hermione sat on Seamus's bed. "Look, you guys, I know you really-"
"HERMIONE! Why are you fraternizing with the enemy?!" Ron yelled. "Why are you..." Ron pulled a face. "GOING OUT with MALFOY?!"
Hermione was not sure if that was what it was. "Look..."
"Hermione," Harry began, "We... we just miss you. We aren't sure if he is to be trusted. It seems you've already changed. A lot. We know you've been lying to us. We love you. We could never miss a thing like that."
Hermione gulped down her tears. "I know."
"Why do LIKE him?" Ron screamed.
Hermione paused. She considered actually answering the question. She did. "He's...he's easy to talk to. Believe it or not. Maybe it's because... he's just like me." She finished.
"Hermione, you can talk to us. Aren't we easy to talk to?" They looked hurt.
"Yes, you are, but honestly, you ask for answers to your questions, and then don't listen to them. That's like what it is. You aren't open. You aren't open minded." She sighed, and a tear slipped out of her eye. She turned her head so they wouldn't see it.
"But still... Malfoy." Ron said.
"Yes Malfoy. He's... he's easy. To talk to. You just listen to him, and then he'll listen to you. You need to actually KNOW him, to like him. He can be rather...I don't know, charming." Harry caught sight her tears, and wiped them away with his thumb. He hugged her.
"It's just that... we haven't seen you. Lately, you've been everywhere with him," Ron began.
"And we're... kind of jealous." Harry finished.
"We miss you. That's all."
"You're very important to us, and we love you."
At that Hermione made no effort to conceal her tears. Smaller tears, of mixed emotion, and Harry and Ron took turns squeezing her to death.
"Okay, now let's go celebrate our victory!" They yelled, glad that Hermione was there with them.
She laughed, wiping her cheeks, and they grabbed her hands, dragging her away. She followed, obligingly.
Normal. For a little while.
~*~*
You know what you guys, I am just uber tired..I don't think I will upload the next chapter. OKAY FINE LEAVE FLAMES IF YOU WANT!!! But I have been sitting at the fucking computer for THREE FUCKING HOURS typing and retyping because my modem on my other comp is broke and it takes my zip but I can't get on the net so I have to retype everything on my other Presario because it doesn't take zips..and now my ass is sore and I really am hot. I apologize plenty and I FUCKING SWEAR TO ALL THAT IS HOLY AND PROSTRATE MY SELF ON THE ALTER OF DRACO THAT I WILL UPLOAD BY NEXT FRIDAY!!!
But I have school, so that's why Friday. And I might also see Mr. Sexy Snack Sparrow.
Me and Mai made up "Ask your snack to fuck you from the back cuz it's JACK!!!"
But please, I will now go pray to the Altar of Draco and sacrifice myself to Draco.
COME WITH ME AND THEN HE MAY TAKE US ALL!!! Hah nah jj. Okay now my ass is NUMB!
Bye.
Wait.
Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. Because then you are a mile away and have their shoes.
Yay okay bye I must go lie on my front until my ass is better.
Disclaimer: Hey, if I owned anything, ANYTHING, I would be churning out books about Draco and Hermione and midnight liaisons instead of pretending to know how to write and stuff. Bugger off.
~*~*
Hermione woke up that morning, and for some reason couldn't remember her dreams. She got up, stretched, and dressed. She brushed her teeth, not bothering to shower, and went to the Common Room.
"Hello? Draco? Anyone here?" She called, but Harry and Ron weren't at the table or the couch. They must be at breakfast.
She walked to the Great Hall and saw hardly any Slytherins or Gryffindors. Ginny and a few friends were chatting about, finishing the remains of their breakfasts in a hurry.
"Hey Gin, where is everyone?" Hermione said, slicing her bagel in half and buttering it.
Ginny looked stunned. "What? Hermione, today is a Quidditch match! Slytherin versus Gryffindor!" She shook her head. "Where have you been?"
"We, I...we have a what?! I-what? TODAY?!" Hermione dropped her bagel onto her lap, and of course by the law of the world, it fell butter side down.
"Of course Hermione. Aren't you Head Girl?"
"Well, yes, but I forgot! Oh, how could I?!" Hermione rushed up, and the grease of butter stained her robes near her thighs. "Oh I really need to get to the pitch then!" She muttered something as she magicked away her stain. "Oh, and Harry and Ron are playing!!! CRAP!!!" She started to run away, but Ginny yelled.
"Wait, 'Mione, your colors!"
"Oh, just screw the damn colors Ginny, I have to get to the-" Hermione felt a warm sensation and looked down. She was now bathed in bright red robes. "AGH!! Ginny, change it back!" Hermione gasped.
"Sorry babe. I can't!!!" Ginny looked extremely smug, yet still so innocent. "It won't come out 'till you wash it!" She smiled. "It can't be that bad, I mean, honestly. Just because people are laughing and pointing and you have to get all hyper...here, in fact, I'll walk with you to the Pitch. Okay?" Ginny bid her friends farewell, and started walking with Hermione.
"Hermione...I think Dean is going to break up with me. I mean, He doesn't really like to talk to me anymore, and I know it's his last year, but still...."
Hermione imagined she was as red as her robes. Walking around like a holly berry, even brighter then that, and even the fan girls who devoted themselves to be like a cult and dyed their robes...even they were sneering at Hermione! Not that she wasn't a fan, but what would HE say? Draco? He'd get all huffy and dejected and then she'd feel bad and then angry, being stuck to two boys who she'd known since forever, and one boy who she'd at first hated and oh...what a soap opera life she led...see now, old Hermione would have a solution but this one didn't. And why? She was still the same old Hermione, she had just barely changed, only-
"Hermione, are you okay? I've been asking you the same question for ages and you won't answer if you think that I should tell Dean off before he does to me! Were you even on this planet?"
"Well, how could I be? I am the only red Martian in a sea of black, and I can hear LAUGHTER!!! VOICES!!!" Hermione stopped and moaned, half serious, half joking. Okay, mostly serious.
"Uh, that is just Neville and Seamus. And Dean! Oh mother crap...do I look okay?" Ginny stopped and turned, and so did Hermione.
Seamus bounded up, laughing hard. He pecked Hermione on the cheek. "Nice colors, my little red pox spot!" Soon came Dean and Neville. Dean hesitated, and then began to kiss Ginny.
"Say Ginny...why aren't you in the colors of our house?! HUH?! TRAITOR!!!" Seamus yelled, pointing.
Ginny wacked his hand away. "Where are your colors?"
"Well maybe we'd have...if...yeah. So where are your colors?!" Seamus said, trying in vain to be serious.
Ginny waved her wand. She muttered a spell even Hermione had never heard of. All of them were now in red. Seamus screamed. "NEVILLE! YOU'RE BLEEDING!! Oh god! The horror!" Then he paused and turned to Ginny. "Thanks. So, what's taking so long for us to get there?"
~*
"Go Harry! Go Ron! Go go go go Harry! Go Ron! Go Harry! Go go go go Ron!"
Ginny had made the cheer, and soon everyone was joining, despite the repetition.
This was...one hard game for Hermione. She tried to cheer for both teams. It was rather difficult.
Hermione was caught cheering for Slytherin, in fact, about a half an hour into the game. She passed it off as yelling, "BOO Draco!" but she wasn't sure who believed her.
Then, more than halfway through the game, the Snitch flew past the Gryffindors, Draco in its wake.
He stopped by Hermione, and stared at her. Briefly.
She paused in her movements, and looked into his eyes, nearly black with anger and disdain.
Hermione sighed, and stopped.
Draco sped away, and the Snitch was lost.
~*
Hermione's face was flushed, and she went up to her Common Room.
Gryffindor had won, rather unfairly in her opinion, since it only happened because Ron had accidentally struck Draco with a bludger.
Accidentally.
Draco would be back soon, and Hermione didn't fancy meeting up with him.
So she went to the library. It took her a while because she met up with Seamus and Ginny. When she got there, at once Madam Pince was upon her.
"MISS GRANGER! It has been while hasn't it?"
Hermione paused. She took in a deep breath, inhaling the smell of stacks of ancient volumes.
She smiled. "Yes. It has."
Then Hermione wandered into the rows of shelves.
"Hogwarts: A History...Advanced Spells for the Advanced Casters...The Magical Menagerie of Southern France..." Hermione traced her fingers over the spines of the books and their gilded titles, collecting a few.
She waltzed happily to her old table, and saw it was occupied.
Currently, by a Mr. Draco Malfoy.
Hermione paused. She watched read a book, appearing lazy and idle, when she could tell even in the fading light that his eyes were racing across the pages as though running a race.
However, they stopped. He said harshly, "What is it that you want?"
Hermione flinched at his tone. "Uh...well..." She paused, faltering. "I came here...to read. Actually." She tried to lighten the situation with her voice, but it only succeeded in frightening her more.
Draco looked up at her. He scowled. He looked once again at the book and waved his hand at the seat across from him. Hermione hesitated.
Nevertheless, she sat. "I'm...I'm sorry you know. About today." She opened a book. "I mean, I can't really help it, that they're my friends, and you are too. They've known me for seven years. We've always been there for each other. I just...you know, I feel bad. But it's Harry, and Ron. And they've honestly been...rather good to me..." She trailed off, staring at the book. Then she began to cry. Her cheeks were wetted with huge damp tears that coursed down the contour of her face. Draco looked up at her.
Hermione folded her arms into the book, and leaned on them, so he couldn't see her cry. She wailed. "And all this time, I haven't even been paying attention to them!!! I've just been taking them for granted, ignoring them, and thinking that they were weird. JUST FOR WANTING TO BE WITH ME!!! And I've been so cruel, treating them horridly, not told them anything..."
She started sobbing.
"Stop it!" Draco hissed. It was as close as a consoling tone as he could muster. Hermione moaned louder.
"It's okay! Just stop crying! I forgive...I forgive you." Draco put the book on a shelf and sat down next to her. Awkwardly, he held her.
"I...I also would like to apologize." He said, faltering. He had barely apologized in his life.
Hermione stopped crying, gradually. "It's...okay." She wiped her face, which was red, and hiccupped.
"Are you alright?" Draco asked.
Hermione nodded. "I...came her to relax, but I think I'll go take nap instead. Maybe go to sleep altogether. It is rather late."
Draco looked at her. Everything he felt during the Quidditch match was back. He felt his heart sink below the floor into the fiery depths of hell with the weight of his emotion. He had made her.
Made her into who she was now.
And who knew who that was?
He could feel it. Ach inside of him, the Darkness that had created who he was.
As Hermione left, Draco decided. He would go...if not for himself, for her. At least.
~*
Hermione lay in her bed. Yet, even from here, she could the party in Gryffindor tower.
So she got up, and went to the tower.
Harry and Ron were there, sitting as kings in a royal court on the two chairs closest to the fire. Most other Gryffindors where there, and even people from other teams, celebrating, drinking stolen Butterbeer, and food pilfered from the Kitchens.
"Hermione!" Ginny yelled, pulling up a chair next to her and Dean.
"Hey.everybody." She trailed off. Now she was feeling happy.
"Good evening." Ron said, his voice icy and cold.
Harry kicked him in plain view, and conspicuously told him to be nice. Harry turned a hug, which did emanate warmth.
"We must talk." He said, leading the way up to the boy's dorm.
"I know." She whispered, following.
(A/N: Just fucking forget about the fucking sliding stairs, okay? Hahah I needed to swear. I just felt like it! ^^)
Hermione sat on Seamus's bed. "Look, you guys, I know you really-"
"HERMIONE! Why are you fraternizing with the enemy?!" Ron yelled. "Why are you..." Ron pulled a face. "GOING OUT with MALFOY?!"
Hermione was not sure if that was what it was. "Look..."
"Hermione," Harry began, "We... we just miss you. We aren't sure if he is to be trusted. It seems you've already changed. A lot. We know you've been lying to us. We love you. We could never miss a thing like that."
Hermione gulped down her tears. "I know."
"Why do LIKE him?" Ron screamed.
Hermione paused. She considered actually answering the question. She did. "He's...he's easy to talk to. Believe it or not. Maybe it's because... he's just like me." She finished.
"Hermione, you can talk to us. Aren't we easy to talk to?" They looked hurt.
"Yes, you are, but honestly, you ask for answers to your questions, and then don't listen to them. That's like what it is. You aren't open. You aren't open minded." She sighed, and a tear slipped out of her eye. She turned her head so they wouldn't see it.
"But still... Malfoy." Ron said.
"Yes Malfoy. He's... he's easy. To talk to. You just listen to him, and then he'll listen to you. You need to actually KNOW him, to like him. He can be rather...I don't know, charming." Harry caught sight her tears, and wiped them away with his thumb. He hugged her.
"It's just that... we haven't seen you. Lately, you've been everywhere with him," Ron began.
"And we're... kind of jealous." Harry finished.
"We miss you. That's all."
"You're very important to us, and we love you."
At that Hermione made no effort to conceal her tears. Smaller tears, of mixed emotion, and Harry and Ron took turns squeezing her to death.
"Okay, now let's go celebrate our victory!" They yelled, glad that Hermione was there with them.
She laughed, wiping her cheeks, and they grabbed her hands, dragging her away. She followed, obligingly.
Normal. For a little while.
~*~*
You know what you guys, I am just uber tired..I don't think I will upload the next chapter. OKAY FINE LEAVE FLAMES IF YOU WANT!!! But I have been sitting at the fucking computer for THREE FUCKING HOURS typing and retyping because my modem on my other comp is broke and it takes my zip but I can't get on the net so I have to retype everything on my other Presario because it doesn't take zips..and now my ass is sore and I really am hot. I apologize plenty and I FUCKING SWEAR TO ALL THAT IS HOLY AND PROSTRATE MY SELF ON THE ALTER OF DRACO THAT I WILL UPLOAD BY NEXT FRIDAY!!!
But I have school, so that's why Friday. And I might also see Mr. Sexy Snack Sparrow.
Me and Mai made up "Ask your snack to fuck you from the back cuz it's JACK!!!"
But please, I will now go pray to the Altar of Draco and sacrifice myself to Draco.
COME WITH ME AND THEN HE MAY TAKE US ALL!!! Hah nah jj. Okay now my ass is NUMB!
Bye.
Wait.
Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. Because then you are a mile away and have their shoes.
Yay okay bye I must go lie on my front until my ass is better.
