Life Of Exile
By: furtherseemsforever
Chapter One
Disclaimer: Being the boring person I am, I do not own the rights of Harry Potter. If I did, why in Bloody Hell would I be writing a FanFiction?
A/N: Hello everyone, and welcome to my first official story. And my lovely muse, Loki would love to say hello to all of you. (^._.^).........this is my muse, Loki, and he is my cat. He likes to crawl out windows, and he really likes it when you scratch underneath his ear. But most of all, he likes it when you all review. He welcomes all kinds, flames even. Although, they might make him quite sad. So, enjoy the story, and don't forget to make Loki purr by reviewing!
Large, dark gray clouds threatened rain, casting dark shadows across Hermione Granger's small frame. In the darkness of night, one could not see the look of contempt or utter depression across her delicate features. Her body heaved, bypassing the threat of violent sobs. It was the night that changed everything. The night the Heavens cried for Hermione Granger.
Flashback
Earlier That Night
Hermione Granger stepped into the security of the abandoned classroom her and Draco were accustomed to meeting in. The two had been secretly dating since the end of the 6th year term. For some reason unknown, Draco had made a dry request to meet him there at half pasted midnight. Hermione searched the room, before sliding her friend's invisibility cloak of her petite 5'2" frame. Large chocolate curls flowed down her back, making her appearance mousy. Her cinnamon eyes rested on the door as she heard soft footsteps approach. Seeing the gleam of silver blonde hair, she sauntered closely to the door, embracing the gorgeous man before her.
The embrace was not returned, oddly. Herman looked to Draco, searching his cold expression; which was usually absent when the two were together. Herman's inner Gyffindor sensed something wasn't right.
"Draco," she started cautiously, earning his attention. "Is everything all right?" She asked. Her eyes searched his deep slate eyes, but they were expressionless. He sighed through his nostrils, hands balling into fists at his side, knuckles cracking at his force.
"We can't do this anymore," he said roughly, averting his eyes at all costs. Hermione didn't seem to understand what the man meant.
"Draco, we can't get into trouble meeting like this. Everyone is long gone in bed by now - " Hermione countered, getting cut off.
"Not that, Hermione," he said. She looked up, confused. "We can't do this," he said waving his hands between the two of them,"not anymore. It has to stop," he finished bluntly.
Hermione's first reaction was it was a joke. A big joke; until she saw the anguish on Draco's face. He was serious.........
Fighting back tears, Hermione replied, "Wh- Why? What do you mean Draco? I love you, you love me. If this is about everyone finding out -- " For the second time in the last five minutes, Hermione was cut off by the man she loved.
"It's not like that," he said, swallowing the large lump which had formed in his throat. Somehow doing this wasn't as easy as he expected.
"Then how is it, Draco?" Hermione replied, her voice growing weaker with every passing second.
Ignoring the burning feeling at the pit of his heart, Draco continued. "I've been living a lie. I- I, I never loved you," he said, face solid, looking Hermione almost lazily in the eye. Draco couldn't stand himself for that moment in time. He watched as Hermione's eyes filled up with glistening tears. He was watching the one person he ever loved with his soul's heart break, and it was because of him.
"You don't mean that, Draco. Say you don't mean that," Hermione said, the tears staying in her eyes. She refused to let a man see her at a weak point.
"But I do. You were nothing more than a good fuck," Draco finished bluntly. Hermione visibly tensed, his words echoing through her mind. Not being able to bear himself any longer, Draco pushed passed her, a crest fallen look on his face.
End Flashback
Draco Malfoy was the first boy to ever love Hermione. Love her for who she was, not her exterior. He had a way of releasing the real Hermione, and she had the same affect on him. But all of that was ended now.
As Hermione gathered her composture to go to breakfast in the Great Hall the next morning, she reflected on the night before. I just don't understand, Hermione thought. Looking in the mirror, Hermione frowned upon her appearance. Her skin was ghastly white, and her eyes seemed bloodshot.
"Not like it matters," Hermione muttered, slipping her Mary Jane's onto her feet, then making her way down to the Great Hall. Harry and Ron sat at the Gryffindor table already, conversing over what looked like toast and some sort of omelet. Hermione sat down in front of them, and grabbed and small croissant roll, and fiddled with it between her fingers.
Her friends didn't seem to aknowledge her, but then again, who did? Feeling as if her morning could get no worse, she happened to look up as the king of the "Nail and Bail" sauntered into the Hall. Hermione couldn't bear holding her emotions in, silent tears rolling quickly down her porcelain skin. Quickly grabbing her things, she decided to make a run for it. To her dismay, there was an obsitcal in her way.
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Draco Malfoy lurched backwards as someone slammed hard into him. Looking down, he saw a messy head full of brown locks, and swore inwardly.
"Get a good look, Granger?" he asked cockily. She looked up at him, her face heavily tear stained. The two had gathered much attention in the Great Hall, and some of each other's friend's stood in back of each other.
"How could you do this to me?" Hermione asked softly, making it a point to have only Draco hear. Too bad his gooneys were practically crawling over his shoulder.
"Do what, Granger? There was no emotions involved," he said, earning more curious glances. They now had the full attention, and Hermione felt red creep to her cheeks at her position. But she couldn't back down.
"How can you say that?" she asked, her voice swimming in immense hurt. Her eyes portrayed those of a three year old child who lost their precious pet.
"I told you this before, you filthy Mudblood. You are just a good fuck to me." Gasps of horror escaped through every mouth in the Great Hall, even his own. Hermione looked weakly at him, and turned around, seeing the entire student body gaping at them. Harry and Ron standing in back of her in a supporting manor, looking incredibly hurt, more than anything.
"Harry, Ron, -" Hermione tried.
"You know what Hermione, save it," Ron said, storming off leaving Harry to follow behind. But not without a hurtful glare from his brilliant emerald orbs.
A/N: Ok everyone!! So.........how did everyone like it? Did you like it? Tell me and Loki what you thought! I know this isn't the longest chapter ever, but they should get better as the story progresses xoxo carmen furtherseemsforever
