When Stars Collide
By: Campiongal
Chapter 10: December Rain
Dated: 9-35-03
WARNING!!!: This chapter has cutting related material. If this makes you feel uncomfortable to read, you can move on to later in this chapter, or just read the next one. I'm sorry, but this is part of the plot, and I will NOT be changing it.
DISCLAIMER: My December lyrics and song are copyright of Linkin Park. I do not own them, only borrow them for the use in this chapter of the story. ~~+~~
It seemed like a blur afterwards. Everyone was forced back to their rooms in a rush. Only Ron was allowed to stay. Blaise looked up frm his bed. The banging on the door had stopped. Aidan must have finally figured out Blaise wanted his privacy.
He pushed himself up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. The room was dark except for the pale moonlight from the widely opened window, that just peeked above the ground level, and the glint and reflection of light from the silver blade in his hands.
He twisted it around, letting the dim light catch every angle of the knife. The cool metal shooting strands of light into the darkness, reflecting further off of mirrors and pieces of glass hung in the room. Broken pieces of furniture and miscellaneous things lay strewn about the room in disarray. A soft song played lightly in the background, a melody of strength and desire.
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
This is my December
This is my snow covered home
This is my December
This is me alone
Blaise felt the blade slide gently against his skin, slicing open a wound. He felt a release of tension, his body relaxing into it, the feeling seeping over him in a wave of reverence sweeping over him. The almost silence ringing into his ears with each passing note of the song.
And I just wish like I didn't feel like there was something I missed
And I take back all the things I said to make you feel like that
And I just wish like I didn't feel like there was something I missed
And I take back all the things that I said to you
And I'd give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have to have someone to come home to
His head swept to the side as he sliced again, this me crossing the other, making a coss pattern on his arm, the blood again beginning to seep from the deep wounds. His body beginning to fall into a weakness. He rolled back onto the bed, setting down the knife, and removing his shirt. Stretching out again, his muscles tightening against his skin.
This is my December
These are my snow covered trees
This is me pretending
This is all I need
And I just wish like I didn't feel like there was something I missed
And I take back all the things I said to make you feel like that
And I just wish like I didn't feel like there was something I missed
And I take back all the things that I said to you
And I'd give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to
The blade swept again over the skin a third time. His stomach clenched as the pain in his chest began. The knife cut lightly, but it was still deep. He let his free hand move towards the cut, the fingers tracing the wound, his hand blood covered and stained.
This is my December
This my time of the year
This my December
This is all so clear
Give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home too
Give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home too
The final cut was the deepest. Going again against the previous to it. Forming the second cross on his chest. The wound gaped. Blood filled up until it overflowed, spilling out onto his chest. Blaise threw the knife and it clattered against the stone floor. The sound resonating against the silence.
Blaise continued to lay on his bed, shutting his eyes. Willing the world away.
~~+~~
Harry closed his eyes. He was standing, not stiffly, but slightly relaxed against a wall. His head was bent in front of him, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Tears stuck to his cheeks, and his shirt collar was drenched with tears.
Aidan slowly approached. "Harry?"
It was like Harry had seizures as he lept out of position, practically leaping out the open corridor window. His hands shook lightly as they met contact with Aidan's steadied shoulders. Harry hadn't realized that the other boy was almost a full 5 inches taller than he was. And Harry was pretty Highness.
Aidan stared back at Harry "I.. Didn't mean to... alert you... just wanted to see if you were... you know..."
Harry nodded, dropping his eyes and slinking back against the wall. "Yeah, I know." He sighed, re-crossing his arms. "I just... not again. She's the last living female Weasley, you know. The very last one..."
Aidan just nodded simply. "Yeah I know. Blaise talks about it all the time... calls her his treasure... and he's like the guard... because she's the lat one, and he would never let anything happen to-" He stopped dead mid sentence. "I guess... he's feeling like a failure now, isn't he?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, how quickly life can be turned around in an instance. Seems to me that... perhaps Blaise wont recover from this.. Even if she does wake up."
Silence.
Finally Aidan spoke up. "Draco... he broke up with Hermione, didn't he?"
"Yeah. He did." There was a slight bitter tone in Harry's voice.
Aidan nodded. "He couldn't have wanted to-"
A sharp dagger-like glare shut him up. "How could you know that?! Maybe that was his plan all along. To get 'Mione all wrapped up in him, that she would forget we were here!"
Aidan looked just as angry "How couldn't I know! He talks about Hermione, you know!"
Harry snickered "And what does His Highness say?"
Aidan blinked. "He said... that Hermione was probably the only reason he was alive right now. What with the Death Eaters after him and all... That she was the only thing that saved him to this point... and if he lost her... he would also loose himself..."
Harry sighed. "Then why would he do this to her?"
Aidan shook a bit "Don't you get it? Because he thinks this is about his relation to the death Eaters. They are working their way in to him. And he knows her hurt is going to be so great..." Aidan sighed heavily, and leaned against the brick next to Harry. "He doesn't want her to end up like everyone else. He wants to keep her safe, that's why he hurt her."
Harry thought about this for a moment. "Then we have to pray to the Unnamed God that he has a plan for all of this if his theory's right. Because no one else seems to have any cluse as what we can do."
Aidan nodded. "Lord Save us all."
~~+~~
Hermione sat, her knees pulled up underneath her chin. Staring out the window. Her curtains of beautiful gold silk, embroidered with a thick deep red velvet. Strings with thick, gold and maroon tassels held them from covering the beautiful view outside. There was a mist over the grounds, and a light fog above the castle, just floating there, but still letting the furry of raindrops through it's wake, splashing off the sidewalks, and seeping into the beautifully cared for lawns and gardens.
The view from here was always beautiful. It was probably why she had moved her bed across it. Unless she was purposely facing the doorway, she couldn't avoid looking through it. It was as if her room could be her own private place because of it.
The lights in her room weren't harsh... but pale lighted candles, showing off a golden light around the edges of the room... and on a night like this, the middle of the room was like a sacred place. Dim, yes very visible. Usually Crookshanks would have been curled up right there... but he was out. No doubt trying to attack the other notorious cat of campus. Ms. Noris.
Hermione let her fingers slide down the pane of glass, her thick fingernails dragging against it. It didn't make the intended screeching noise, either. But instead a light and faintly curious tapping. Hermione shivered as she whispered something under her breath, and suddenly the window pane was opened. A gust of wind blew in and Hermione gasped at the chilled air around her.
She quickly went to her closet, taking out a thick cloak, fastening it up, and pulling on a pair of knee high thick stockings, along with slipping into her knee high boots. Pulling up the hood, and using a hand full of bobby pins to fasten it to her head, she grabbed her broom, and left.
~~+~~
Ron sat next to his father in silence. Ginny was in a Coma. Ginny was in a comma. The thought ran back and forth through his mind as if he was watching it on the news. A simple headline. Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling. Passing behind his eyes.
Madam Promfrey occasionally walked through, replacing her blankets heat spell to keep her warm, checking her temperature, etc. It was, again, just like a movie. Dumbledore would occasionally twitch, or tip his legs s they didn't fall asleep.
Mr. Weasley was like stone. His facial expression didn't change for an instant. His knuckles were deathly white from gripping his blanket too tightly. No one spoke. No one would for several hours. Snape too, had stayed.
His body was like that of a wax figure. He didn't move, not visibly. But ou knew somehow he was getting away with not getting itches or cramps. He didn't even blink.
~~+~~
Draco had been asleep for at least 2 hours. Deeply in sleep. His body was exhausted, and chilled. After an hour and a half of running out in the rain in only his night clothes, his skin was chilled to the bone, and his heart rate dangerously low. His hair was sprawled out over the pillow, his hands and arms dug under the blankets, searching for warmth.
Hermione's face peered through the steam covered window. She muttered the spell again under her breath and flew silently inside. The glass returning after her entrance. She gracefully swept off the broom, sliding it under the bed carefully.
She took off her boots and stocking, and then undid her cloak without a sound. Her silk tank top and short shorts were a pale lavender. Her favorite color. Draco had seen her in them only once before. He had come in to her room to say a surprise goodnight, and had found her changing. She was startled then, but only laughed about it later.
Hermione walked over to the bedside, pulling back the covers and sliding inside. The bed was warm, she noticed, but her feet were cold... with a gentle smile her feet found his even chillier ones and they intertwined... like it was natural. Draco didn't even sir.
She continued to lay down pulling a pillow under head. Reaching an arm she felt Draco's chest... she could remember the first time she had seen it.. She could feel the scars that she had seen once before, and she traced her fingers gently over the skin.
She pulled herself continually closer to his frigid bod, her legs wrapping slowly around his to spread her never-ending warmth. Her arm stayed around his chest. It's then that she sighed and he finally awoke.
Draco's eyes blinked rapidly and he could feel the warm presence next to him. He knew who it was, there was no mistake to be made.
"Herm-"
She pressed a finger harshly to his lips. "I don't care, Draco. Honest to God, I don't care. Just because we broke up, doesn't mean they wont come after me. You have to know at least that. And I need you there to protect me. Now shut up and hold me."
Draco blinked a bit then a small smile crept across his face as he put his strong arms around her, pulling her closer in to him. "I love you Hermione... and I promise, I will always protect you."
Se smiled. "I know. And I love you."
And that's where they remained.
~~+~~
Eh eh!? What did ya think!? Hmmmm!? I liked it! XD... urm.. .ok. I really need suggestions on what to do after this. Also, if I don't update for about 15 days It's because I'm going to England for 10 of those days, and the 3 days before and 2 days after, I'm going to be hell a busy. So, yeah, gimme something to write about, just pop me a review, and let me know what you want to see!
WARNING!!!: This chapter has cutting related material. If this makes you feel uncomfortable to read, you can move on to later in this chapter, or just read the next one. I'm sorry, but this is part of the plot, and I will NOT be changing it.
DISCLAIMER: My December lyrics and song are copyright of Linkin Park. I do not own them, only borrow them for the use in this chapter of the story. ~~+~~
It seemed like a blur afterwards. Everyone was forced back to their rooms in a rush. Only Ron was allowed to stay. Blaise looked up frm his bed. The banging on the door had stopped. Aidan must have finally figured out Blaise wanted his privacy.
He pushed himself up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. The room was dark except for the pale moonlight from the widely opened window, that just peeked above the ground level, and the glint and reflection of light from the silver blade in his hands.
He twisted it around, letting the dim light catch every angle of the knife. The cool metal shooting strands of light into the darkness, reflecting further off of mirrors and pieces of glass hung in the room. Broken pieces of furniture and miscellaneous things lay strewn about the room in disarray. A soft song played lightly in the background, a melody of strength and desire.
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
This is my December
This is my snow covered home
This is my December
This is me alone
Blaise felt the blade slide gently against his skin, slicing open a wound. He felt a release of tension, his body relaxing into it, the feeling seeping over him in a wave of reverence sweeping over him. The almost silence ringing into his ears with each passing note of the song.
And I just wish like I didn't feel like there was something I missed
And I take back all the things I said to make you feel like that
And I just wish like I didn't feel like there was something I missed
And I take back all the things that I said to you
And I'd give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have to have someone to come home to
His head swept to the side as he sliced again, this me crossing the other, making a coss pattern on his arm, the blood again beginning to seep from the deep wounds. His body beginning to fall into a weakness. He rolled back onto the bed, setting down the knife, and removing his shirt. Stretching out again, his muscles tightening against his skin.
This is my December
These are my snow covered trees
This is me pretending
This is all I need
And I just wish like I didn't feel like there was something I missed
And I take back all the things I said to make you feel like that
And I just wish like I didn't feel like there was something I missed
And I take back all the things that I said to you
And I'd give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to
The blade swept again over the skin a third time. His stomach clenched as the pain in his chest began. The knife cut lightly, but it was still deep. He let his free hand move towards the cut, the fingers tracing the wound, his hand blood covered and stained.
This is my December
This my time of the year
This my December
This is all so clear
Give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home too
Give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home too
The final cut was the deepest. Going again against the previous to it. Forming the second cross on his chest. The wound gaped. Blood filled up until it overflowed, spilling out onto his chest. Blaise threw the knife and it clattered against the stone floor. The sound resonating against the silence.
Blaise continued to lay on his bed, shutting his eyes. Willing the world away.
~~+~~
Harry closed his eyes. He was standing, not stiffly, but slightly relaxed against a wall. His head was bent in front of him, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Tears stuck to his cheeks, and his shirt collar was drenched with tears.
Aidan slowly approached. "Harry?"
It was like Harry had seizures as he lept out of position, practically leaping out the open corridor window. His hands shook lightly as they met contact with Aidan's steadied shoulders. Harry hadn't realized that the other boy was almost a full 5 inches taller than he was. And Harry was pretty Highness.
Aidan stared back at Harry "I.. Didn't mean to... alert you... just wanted to see if you were... you know..."
Harry nodded, dropping his eyes and slinking back against the wall. "Yeah, I know." He sighed, re-crossing his arms. "I just... not again. She's the last living female Weasley, you know. The very last one..."
Aidan just nodded simply. "Yeah I know. Blaise talks about it all the time... calls her his treasure... and he's like the guard... because she's the lat one, and he would never let anything happen to-" He stopped dead mid sentence. "I guess... he's feeling like a failure now, isn't he?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, how quickly life can be turned around in an instance. Seems to me that... perhaps Blaise wont recover from this.. Even if she does wake up."
Silence.
Finally Aidan spoke up. "Draco... he broke up with Hermione, didn't he?"
"Yeah. He did." There was a slight bitter tone in Harry's voice.
Aidan nodded. "He couldn't have wanted to-"
A sharp dagger-like glare shut him up. "How could you know that?! Maybe that was his plan all along. To get 'Mione all wrapped up in him, that she would forget we were here!"
Aidan looked just as angry "How couldn't I know! He talks about Hermione, you know!"
Harry snickered "And what does His Highness say?"
Aidan blinked. "He said... that Hermione was probably the only reason he was alive right now. What with the Death Eaters after him and all... That she was the only thing that saved him to this point... and if he lost her... he would also loose himself..."
Harry sighed. "Then why would he do this to her?"
Aidan shook a bit "Don't you get it? Because he thinks this is about his relation to the death Eaters. They are working their way in to him. And he knows her hurt is going to be so great..." Aidan sighed heavily, and leaned against the brick next to Harry. "He doesn't want her to end up like everyone else. He wants to keep her safe, that's why he hurt her."
Harry thought about this for a moment. "Then we have to pray to the Unnamed God that he has a plan for all of this if his theory's right. Because no one else seems to have any cluse as what we can do."
Aidan nodded. "Lord Save us all."
~~+~~
Hermione sat, her knees pulled up underneath her chin. Staring out the window. Her curtains of beautiful gold silk, embroidered with a thick deep red velvet. Strings with thick, gold and maroon tassels held them from covering the beautiful view outside. There was a mist over the grounds, and a light fog above the castle, just floating there, but still letting the furry of raindrops through it's wake, splashing off the sidewalks, and seeping into the beautifully cared for lawns and gardens.
The view from here was always beautiful. It was probably why she had moved her bed across it. Unless she was purposely facing the doorway, she couldn't avoid looking through it. It was as if her room could be her own private place because of it.
The lights in her room weren't harsh... but pale lighted candles, showing off a golden light around the edges of the room... and on a night like this, the middle of the room was like a sacred place. Dim, yes very visible. Usually Crookshanks would have been curled up right there... but he was out. No doubt trying to attack the other notorious cat of campus. Ms. Noris.
Hermione let her fingers slide down the pane of glass, her thick fingernails dragging against it. It didn't make the intended screeching noise, either. But instead a light and faintly curious tapping. Hermione shivered as she whispered something under her breath, and suddenly the window pane was opened. A gust of wind blew in and Hermione gasped at the chilled air around her.
She quickly went to her closet, taking out a thick cloak, fastening it up, and pulling on a pair of knee high thick stockings, along with slipping into her knee high boots. Pulling up the hood, and using a hand full of bobby pins to fasten it to her head, she grabbed her broom, and left.
~~+~~
Ron sat next to his father in silence. Ginny was in a Coma. Ginny was in a comma. The thought ran back and forth through his mind as if he was watching it on the news. A simple headline. Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling. Passing behind his eyes.
Madam Promfrey occasionally walked through, replacing her blankets heat spell to keep her warm, checking her temperature, etc. It was, again, just like a movie. Dumbledore would occasionally twitch, or tip his legs s they didn't fall asleep.
Mr. Weasley was like stone. His facial expression didn't change for an instant. His knuckles were deathly white from gripping his blanket too tightly. No one spoke. No one would for several hours. Snape too, had stayed.
His body was like that of a wax figure. He didn't move, not visibly. But ou knew somehow he was getting away with not getting itches or cramps. He didn't even blink.
~~+~~
Draco had been asleep for at least 2 hours. Deeply in sleep. His body was exhausted, and chilled. After an hour and a half of running out in the rain in only his night clothes, his skin was chilled to the bone, and his heart rate dangerously low. His hair was sprawled out over the pillow, his hands and arms dug under the blankets, searching for warmth.
Hermione's face peered through the steam covered window. She muttered the spell again under her breath and flew silently inside. The glass returning after her entrance. She gracefully swept off the broom, sliding it under the bed carefully.
She took off her boots and stocking, and then undid her cloak without a sound. Her silk tank top and short shorts were a pale lavender. Her favorite color. Draco had seen her in them only once before. He had come in to her room to say a surprise goodnight, and had found her changing. She was startled then, but only laughed about it later.
Hermione walked over to the bedside, pulling back the covers and sliding inside. The bed was warm, she noticed, but her feet were cold... with a gentle smile her feet found his even chillier ones and they intertwined... like it was natural. Draco didn't even sir.
She continued to lay down pulling a pillow under head. Reaching an arm she felt Draco's chest... she could remember the first time she had seen it.. She could feel the scars that she had seen once before, and she traced her fingers gently over the skin.
She pulled herself continually closer to his frigid bod, her legs wrapping slowly around his to spread her never-ending warmth. Her arm stayed around his chest. It's then that she sighed and he finally awoke.
Draco's eyes blinked rapidly and he could feel the warm presence next to him. He knew who it was, there was no mistake to be made.
"Herm-"
She pressed a finger harshly to his lips. "I don't care, Draco. Honest to God, I don't care. Just because we broke up, doesn't mean they wont come after me. You have to know at least that. And I need you there to protect me. Now shut up and hold me."
Draco blinked a bit then a small smile crept across his face as he put his strong arms around her, pulling her closer in to him. "I love you Hermione... and I promise, I will always protect you."
Se smiled. "I know. And I love you."
And that's where they remained.
~~+~~
Eh eh!? What did ya think!? Hmmmm!? I liked it! XD... urm.. .ok. I really need suggestions on what to do after this. Also, if I don't update for about 15 days It's because I'm going to England for 10 of those days, and the 3 days before and 2 days after, I'm going to be hell a busy. So, yeah, gimme something to write about, just pop me a review, and let me know what you want to see!