Until My Dying Day
By Roni Black
Chapter Five
The following day was Saturday. Hermione woke up late, feeling happier than she ever felt in her life.
She just lay there in her bed for a while, with a big grin on her face, her eyes closed. She was thinking about last night, how wonderful, how amazing it was. It was the most fantastic night she'd ever experienced. As the sun beamed on her face, Hermione remembered with a smile Draco kissing her and telling her he loved her.
She got out of bed and found herself standing in front of Lavender.
"Well?" said Lavender excitedly.
"Well what?" asked Hermione, confused.
"WELL? How did it go with Draco?"
"Oh." Hermione blushed. "We're. Umm."
"Yes?"
"Well, after we danced, we went out to the gardens and, we kind of, kissed." Hermione said it quickly, her cheeks turning crimson.
"I KNEW IT!" Lavender shrieked. "Didn't I tell you? I knew you were perfect for each other!" and before they knew it, the two girls hugged each other.
"Thank you so much, Lavender," said Hermione warmly.
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A few minutes later, Hermione came down the stairs to the Common Room. She still had a big, happy smile on her face.
"HERMIONE!" Ron's voice startled her. Harry and Ron jumped off their seats and hurried over to her.
Hermione started to say good morning, but stopped as she saw their angry faces.
"What the hell were you thinking?!!" Ron screamed.
"Wha - "
"Hermione, have you gone crazy?!" Harry was shouting, too. "You danced with MALFOY!"
"And KISSED him!" Ron's face turned red. "What has gotten into you?!"
Hermione tried to defend herself, tried to explain, but Harry and Ron weren't listening, they kept on shouting for a long time, screaming and waving their fists in anger.
"STOP IT!" hermione finally shrieked.
Harry and Ron finally went silent.
"Just stop it!" Hermione shouted. "You have no right to scream at me like that!" her eyes were narrowing dangerously. "I can do whatever I want, I don't have to ask for your permission, I have EVERY RIGHT to dance with Draco Malfoy, even if you two don't like it, and I'm not going to be shouted at!"
Ron and Harry gazed at her, shocked.
Hermione turned around angrily and left the Common Room. She felt so angry, so disappointed. What kind of friends were these two?
"What kind of a friend is she?" said Ron angrily to Harry.
"Not a good one, that's for sure," replied Harry.
They sat down. Ron was still very red, and look furious. "I will never forgive her for that," he informed. "She betrayed our friendship. I will never be friends with her again. Ever."
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Hermione walked angrily towards the Great Hall. At the entrance, she met Draco, and all of her anger was gone.
"Good morning," he said, his gray-blue eyes smiling at her.
"Good morning, Draco," she replied, moving closer. He moved closer too and kissed her softly on the lips, a quick good morning kiss. Her spirit soared.
"Shall we go in and eat?" he said.
"Sure, and let's take another walk after the meal," she suggested, her heart thumping wildly.
"Let's do," he responded. They entered the Great Hall and split up - he went to the Slytherin table, and she sat at the Gryffindor table.
Fifteen minutes later, the two of them went out, hand in hand. They sat down under one of the trees.
"Hermione," he told her, "I want to thank you."
"For what?"
"For not judging me according to my behavior in the last six years. I've been horrible, Hermione, I know that, and I feel I owe you an explanation."
"You don't owe me anything," Hermione protested, but Draco went on: "You probably know what my father was like. A cunning, evil, selfish Death- Eater, that's all he was. My mother and me hated him. He used to abuse us. He used to train me for being a Death-Eater myself. He threatened me. I was terrified. I didn't know whether he was right when he told me I was born to serve Voldemort or not. I knew that if he found out I was being friends with Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs or Muggle-borns, things would be very bad for me. So I did what I was told," Draco's face twitched in self-disgust. "I was only friends with the sons of other Death-Eaters. I picked on Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. I called you a Mudblood."
Hermione stared at him. She didn't feel angry at all. She only felt sorry for him.
"As soon as Voldemort was officially back, and everyone knew that, my father wanted me to quit school and join the Death-Eaters. It was just before the sixth year. I refused. I said I didn't even want to be a Death- Eater. We had a big fight, my mother tried to support me, and he almost killed her. After she was unconscious, he tried to kill me, but I ran away. I left my home. I hid in a deserted house and sent Dumbledore an owl, begging for help. He let me stay in Hogwarts for the rest of the vacation."
"You stayed here?"
"Yes." Draco lowered his eyes. "I was so ashamed. I didn't want to tell anyone. No one knows that. And you probably know that now, my parents are dead."
"I know." Hermione felt so sorry for him. How come she had never thought how hard it is for him to live without his parents?"
"I'm not sorry about my father," Draco continued in a hoarse voice, "but my mom... I loved her more than anyone else in the world. She always tried to protect me... confronted my father... he cast the Cruciatus spell on her so many times, when she defended me... She suffered so much, just for me, and eventually she was killed, because no one believed her she wasn't a supporter of Voldemort..."
Draco's voice trailed off. Hermione took his hand and caressed it tenderly. He swallowed hard and smiled bravely at her. "I love you," he said.
"I love you too," she replied and kissed his cheek. "I will always be there for you. I'll help you."
"Thank you... listen, if we're... going steady now," he smiled, "I think we should have a song."
"A song?"
"Yeah, you know, every couple has a song. Or at least ought to have."
"OK," she smiled back. "What song?"
"A love song, naturally."
"But what song?" Hermione thought hard for a moment. "How about Love Is A Flower?"
"No... there's another song I really want," said Draco. "The song we danced yesterday... Come What May."
"Yes!" said Hermione enthusiastically, "it's perfect! Please, sing it to me."
"What?!"
"Sing it to me."
"I'm not a good singer..."
"Yes, you are!"
"OK." Draco took a deep breath, looked into her eyes and sang to her.
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Author's Note: REVIEW!!!!!!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!! I need reviews, and thanks to everyone who already reviewed, I liked your reviews!
By Roni Black
Chapter Five
The following day was Saturday. Hermione woke up late, feeling happier than she ever felt in her life.
She just lay there in her bed for a while, with a big grin on her face, her eyes closed. She was thinking about last night, how wonderful, how amazing it was. It was the most fantastic night she'd ever experienced. As the sun beamed on her face, Hermione remembered with a smile Draco kissing her and telling her he loved her.
She got out of bed and found herself standing in front of Lavender.
"Well?" said Lavender excitedly.
"Well what?" asked Hermione, confused.
"WELL? How did it go with Draco?"
"Oh." Hermione blushed. "We're. Umm."
"Yes?"
"Well, after we danced, we went out to the gardens and, we kind of, kissed." Hermione said it quickly, her cheeks turning crimson.
"I KNEW IT!" Lavender shrieked. "Didn't I tell you? I knew you were perfect for each other!" and before they knew it, the two girls hugged each other.
"Thank you so much, Lavender," said Hermione warmly.
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A few minutes later, Hermione came down the stairs to the Common Room. She still had a big, happy smile on her face.
"HERMIONE!" Ron's voice startled her. Harry and Ron jumped off their seats and hurried over to her.
Hermione started to say good morning, but stopped as she saw their angry faces.
"What the hell were you thinking?!!" Ron screamed.
"Wha - "
"Hermione, have you gone crazy?!" Harry was shouting, too. "You danced with MALFOY!"
"And KISSED him!" Ron's face turned red. "What has gotten into you?!"
Hermione tried to defend herself, tried to explain, but Harry and Ron weren't listening, they kept on shouting for a long time, screaming and waving their fists in anger.
"STOP IT!" hermione finally shrieked.
Harry and Ron finally went silent.
"Just stop it!" Hermione shouted. "You have no right to scream at me like that!" her eyes were narrowing dangerously. "I can do whatever I want, I don't have to ask for your permission, I have EVERY RIGHT to dance with Draco Malfoy, even if you two don't like it, and I'm not going to be shouted at!"
Ron and Harry gazed at her, shocked.
Hermione turned around angrily and left the Common Room. She felt so angry, so disappointed. What kind of friends were these two?
"What kind of a friend is she?" said Ron angrily to Harry.
"Not a good one, that's for sure," replied Harry.
They sat down. Ron was still very red, and look furious. "I will never forgive her for that," he informed. "She betrayed our friendship. I will never be friends with her again. Ever."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione walked angrily towards the Great Hall. At the entrance, she met Draco, and all of her anger was gone.
"Good morning," he said, his gray-blue eyes smiling at her.
"Good morning, Draco," she replied, moving closer. He moved closer too and kissed her softly on the lips, a quick good morning kiss. Her spirit soared.
"Shall we go in and eat?" he said.
"Sure, and let's take another walk after the meal," she suggested, her heart thumping wildly.
"Let's do," he responded. They entered the Great Hall and split up - he went to the Slytherin table, and she sat at the Gryffindor table.
Fifteen minutes later, the two of them went out, hand in hand. They sat down under one of the trees.
"Hermione," he told her, "I want to thank you."
"For what?"
"For not judging me according to my behavior in the last six years. I've been horrible, Hermione, I know that, and I feel I owe you an explanation."
"You don't owe me anything," Hermione protested, but Draco went on: "You probably know what my father was like. A cunning, evil, selfish Death- Eater, that's all he was. My mother and me hated him. He used to abuse us. He used to train me for being a Death-Eater myself. He threatened me. I was terrified. I didn't know whether he was right when he told me I was born to serve Voldemort or not. I knew that if he found out I was being friends with Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs or Muggle-borns, things would be very bad for me. So I did what I was told," Draco's face twitched in self-disgust. "I was only friends with the sons of other Death-Eaters. I picked on Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. I called you a Mudblood."
Hermione stared at him. She didn't feel angry at all. She only felt sorry for him.
"As soon as Voldemort was officially back, and everyone knew that, my father wanted me to quit school and join the Death-Eaters. It was just before the sixth year. I refused. I said I didn't even want to be a Death- Eater. We had a big fight, my mother tried to support me, and he almost killed her. After she was unconscious, he tried to kill me, but I ran away. I left my home. I hid in a deserted house and sent Dumbledore an owl, begging for help. He let me stay in Hogwarts for the rest of the vacation."
"You stayed here?"
"Yes." Draco lowered his eyes. "I was so ashamed. I didn't want to tell anyone. No one knows that. And you probably know that now, my parents are dead."
"I know." Hermione felt so sorry for him. How come she had never thought how hard it is for him to live without his parents?"
"I'm not sorry about my father," Draco continued in a hoarse voice, "but my mom... I loved her more than anyone else in the world. She always tried to protect me... confronted my father... he cast the Cruciatus spell on her so many times, when she defended me... She suffered so much, just for me, and eventually she was killed, because no one believed her she wasn't a supporter of Voldemort..."
Draco's voice trailed off. Hermione took his hand and caressed it tenderly. He swallowed hard and smiled bravely at her. "I love you," he said.
"I love you too," she replied and kissed his cheek. "I will always be there for you. I'll help you."
"Thank you... listen, if we're... going steady now," he smiled, "I think we should have a song."
"A song?"
"Yeah, you know, every couple has a song. Or at least ought to have."
"OK," she smiled back. "What song?"
"A love song, naturally."
"But what song?" Hermione thought hard for a moment. "How about Love Is A Flower?"
"No... there's another song I really want," said Draco. "The song we danced yesterday... Come What May."
"Yes!" said Hermione enthusiastically, "it's perfect! Please, sing it to me."
"What?!"
"Sing it to me."
"I'm not a good singer..."
"Yes, you are!"
"OK." Draco took a deep breath, looked into her eyes and sang to her.
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Author's Note: REVIEW!!!!!!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!! I need reviews, and thanks to everyone who already reviewed, I liked your reviews!