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Last time
"You don't want to start, it's addicting, and you wouldn't want to ruin your perfect pureblood skin now would you?" with that she turned and left, blood dripping from her arm. And for the second time that day Draco was at a loss of what to say.
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The last weeks of 6th year flew by quickly for Hogwarts students. It was an exciting time; each 6th year student knew that the next year would be their last year of school! If that couldn't make someone smile, who knows what will. They were already getting what we call in the muggle world senioritis.
No student was the same as they had been when they first walked through the heavy oak doors of the school. The physical changes, varied in everybody, but for each student it had been like they had gone through a complete transformation…for better or for worse. They were filled with knowledge, and as they say knowledge is power. Not only that, but they were no longer children they were young men and women, only to be let free into the wizarding world on their own next year.
As the headmaster Albus Dumbledore surveyed his students the last night at dinner in the great hall, he noticed that Draco Malfoy seemed to strike him as the most changed. Dumbledore was usually very talented and precise when it came to reading people, almost never wrong. Although Draco was certainly one of the hardest of his students to ever read, after 6 long years of observing him he thought that he had it down. Because while most of the time Draco guarded his emotions and expressions, there was also a lot of time when they slipped. Draco was the last person he thought to change. His father was so strict setting his life down for him, Dumbledore imagined that if he put even one foot out of line, he'd be punished. But he was pleased. According to common rule, "that man knows everything that goes on in this school" Dumbledore chuckled. He wished he did, because we still unsure about how this change came to be. As subtle as the change had been, it was a spark, and lord knows how one tiny spark can start a forest fire.
Meanwhile Draco knew exactly what had caused this change, although he wasn't quite sure, what to call his new feelings and doubts. It was her. Damn her! He tried his best, to avoid her since their last incident in the astronomy tower. It shocked him to see perfect Hermione Granger cut herself, and he wasn't sure he wanted any more of her words piercing his beliefs. At first he'd tried to ignore what she'd said, but they wouldn't go away. So he went into denial, comforting himself with the thought that she doesn't know anything, afterall she was only a mudblood. But that plan didn't work either when he constantly saw her getting top marks in her classes, she was a smart witch and he knew it. That brought him to the hardest feeling to deal with. Accepting it, believing that maybe she was right. It hurt.
The more he thought about it the more he started to accept it and started to make assumptions of his own. Like how he was probably only born to be an heir to Lucius, possibly the dark lord. It was clear that his father never really wanted him, even though he was a great perk. To brag about a son that's at the top of his class. His birth had been quite an ego booster for Lucius, he was sure. Then with this whole thing about joining Voldemort, that was even more baffling and hard to deal with. Draco knew he'd be beat if his father knew his thoughts, hell he'd probably be disowned… if not killed first. His whole life, he had been brought up to believe that Voldemort was a god, he was always right, and anyone against him was a fool. The words had been pounded into him his whole life, so even if he did choose to believe something else he didn't know what to believe, not that he had a choice. He never even questioned if it was right or wrong, using his morals, when he still had them. It's like asking a child, who's been told his whole life that stealing was okay, whether it was right or wrong. The child wouldn't think about it unless asked, and at that point he might not care, because that's what his life is. In other words bad habits are hard to break.
It wasn't that Draco didn't' agree with Voldemort to some point. He didn't see why mudbloods should have the right to learn magic, but then again that had been pounded into him as well, so he didn't know anything else. It's just that, what she had said made so much sense. All of Voldemorts followers crawl around on the ground worshipping him and kissing his feet, doing his every bidding. And if they did anything wrong, or anything that he didn't agree with, major punishments were put into effect. Their life was mapped out for them. But Draco wanted to live his life on the edge, he didn't want to know where he'd be 10, 2o years from now. If he was a deatheater he knew exactly where he'd be, and the thought of being a house elf to Voldemort wasn't thrilling either. He wondered if that was how everyone else saw deatheaters too, and he supposed it was true. Thinking about all this made his head hurt. He hated the fact that she, Granger had made him question all this, and he wanted to hate her too. But he couldn't make himself say those words anymore, and he hated that too. How is it that he could hate everything else but her now? It's not like he liked her at any rate, but it was like a respect for her settled in. Or maybe it was sympathy; he had never seen anyone cut themselves before. He shuttered at the thought of it, and chanced a glance over at the Gryffindor table. By fate or some other weird thing, she looked up at that exact moment too, and their eyes locked for a brief second, before he quickly tore his eyes away.
Hermione Granger was sitting in the middle of Gryffindor table all by herself. Well, people were sitting next to her, but no one bothered to talk to her. Everyone in Gryffindor had noticed the change, but to be truthful they were all scared of her now. After the way Draco had quickly tore his eyes away out of her penetrating voice, she thought that he might be too. He probably thought she was some suicidal freak. But she didn't know, she hadn't said a word to him since that one night in the astronomy tower.
She usually sat alone, and wrote a lot. She was still studious, still top of the class. But she was a loner, everyone knew about her fight with Ron and Harry. Hermione would sit down at nights and wonder for hours how come it is that no one would come and help her. She used to pray about it but she gave up on that a long time ago. She believed there was no god anymore, and if there was, he sucked.
She sighed, thinking about next year. Then she would be free away from all these people, who thought of her as some know it all bookworm. She could start a new life and be whoever she wanted to be. She still wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do with her life, but she didn't want to know. She wanted to live life and experience it. She was convinced that getting out of school would take her out of depression. So naturally she was already counting down the days. She looked over at Harry and Ron, with their leaches of girlfriends attached to their arms, giggling madly at a quidditch joke just said. She rolled her eyes, then thought of how things used to be. She had quite often been wondering if the only reason anybody talked to her before was because she was friends with the famous Harry Potter. It seemed like ever since she had gotten in that fight with Harry and Ron no one had talked to her. She wondered how bad she could be. At nights she would make lists of all the possible things that were wrong with her. So if the physical abuse she was putting on herself wasn't working, this mental abuse surely was. But she smiled for the first time in weeks, remembering that tonight was the goodbye feast. Tomorrow on the train ride home all her problems would go away, at least for a summer. But they wouldn't really go away until graduation, when she would truly be healed of all her scars. With that happy thought, she walked up to her dorm, and fell into the first happy sleep she had had for a while. Lavender and Parvati noted that she had a smile on her face.
"That girl is so weird!" whispered lavender
"she must be mixing her medications." Parvati and Lavender snickered, And their conversation died into the night. Both of them discussing how they hoped Hermione would be head girl so she wouldn't have to share their dorm anymore.
The first thing Hermione did the next day when she loaded the train was to find an empty compartment. When she finally found one at the back of the train, she took out her C.D. player. She closed her eyes and sang along with it. She was already feeling better, with the comforting thought of being away from people the whole summer. And oh how she longed for her piano. She would sit and play on it for hours, singing and playing. But for now the C.D. player would do, and she closed her eyes, and let her voice go quietly.
Draco was seeking solitude. He knew this summer he was supposed to get the dark mark, what was he going to do? He guessed he would just have to live with it, since there was no way out. So he walked the halls of the train trying to find an empty compartment so he could think better. He came to the last one and looked inside. Inisde was Hermione Granger, with her eyes shut and a C.D. player. She was singing quietly. He listened for a minute, and decided to just sit in the hall. No one ever walked down here anyway, and it was pretty quiet. So he sat down leaning against the wall, thinking about anything and everything. Did he want to be a deatheater? If not how was he going to fix that? The whole train ride pretty much went like that, and before he knew it. Or in this case before he was ready the train stopped. He watched Hermione walk out of her compartment completely oblivious to him, her headphones were still on. Draco slowly stood up, and sighed. He started walking towards the door to get off, with each step he felt the weight on his chest getting heavier. While on the other hand Hermione was amost to the point to skipping when she got off the train. Finally she thought, I'm away from everybody, only one more year I can do this! Draco got off the train and thought Damn her! She made things so difficult. I think I understand why ignorance is bliss now.
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