Hay sorry it's been so long, you prob all hate me but any way next chap up
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Hermione, still sulking, whipped her red and puffy eyes and reached out to open the brass door handle to her lonely room. As her slim fingers were millimetres away from touching the door handle, almost in slow motion, she watched the door just swing open, creaking slightly. Her noes crinkled up in thought, she could of swan she shut her door, only just before she left that morning.
The mahogany door stay half shut, almost as if some one had stoped it from fully opening. From the half that was open, Hermione could see the room was dark. Taking all precaution Hermione slowly put three fingers on the door handle to push it fully open.
She quietly stepped in, still holding onto the door handle she scanned the dark room, checking every corner, making sure no one was hiding in her room. The blinds had not yet been pulled, 'dam' she thought, if she just had of taking the thought to pull them before she left this morning, none of this would be happening. She quickly walked over to the window to pull the blinds, when she noticed a bright, white, light coming from cracks in the door of the joining bath room. She stopped and stared at the door for a second, trying to work out what it was, the light bulb it's self couldn't be making all the light, it wasn't that strong. Step by step she slowly walked over to bath room, and twisted the door handle, the door opened. She new she didn't leave the light that morning she was only in there for what, three seconds. It couldn't have been Malfoy, he would have locked the door and like usual forgotten to opening it again. As she pushed the door open, thick steam through out the whole bath room cascaded into her bedroom, she could barely see wear she was walking, she walked through the room, waving her arm in air trying to see her way. She raised one eye brow when she saw the problem, some one had left the sink running, ,she could easily guess who. She cursed to her self; the black and white tiled floor was dripping with water. She walked over to the sink, splashing as she went. She Reached for the hot tap, the mirror wasn't fogged up. Strange she thought to her self, the mirror wasn't magic. Or was it Malfoy, he must of put a spell on it so it wouldn't fog up, Hermione shook her head. Just like Malfoy to perform a spell just so he could see even more of him self.
The room was still thick with steam, so when Hermione looked in the mirror she could only see her self against a white back ground. She carelessly knocked a hair brush of the cabinet; she knelled down to pick it up. Just as she was about to stand she felt a cold breath on the back of her neck, she froze up, breathed in deep and slowly looked to the left of her head. Know one there, she shock her head, she was being stupid. Quickly, this time she stood up and dusted her self off, she looked in the mirror one last time before she left, and saw an image that would stay in her mind for the rest of her life. Harry. Standing next to her, slightly smiling, but it didn't look like the Harry, Hermione knew, his face was evil and twisted. He was dead. Hermione screamed with horror and span around to were the body had been standing, know one. She screamed again, louder this time. She looked all around the room, searching for ghost like creature, still nothing there. She fell to her knees and gasped for air; she put her hand to her heart, she couldn't breath. The door slammed shut.
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Strands of light blond hair fell over the closed eyes of the pail faced boy. His strong muscular arms behind his head, leg's crossed, stretched out over the maroon and gold sheet's of the bed.
A horrific scream of terror was heard through the common room and Malfoy instantly flung him self up eye's wide and bright. Another scream, louder. He through him self of the bed, paused for a minuet and looked toward the bathroom door. The screams were coming from inside.
He ran toward the bath room door, locked. He rattled the door trying to get open, franticly he shouted Hermione's name, no answer. He tried the door once more, nothing,; he ran his finger's through his hair and closed his eye's. Another scream, he sprinted out of his room and down the corridor to Hermione's room.
He dodged through her door to her room and ran to the bath room door. Shut. What was this some sort of sick mind game that Hermione was playing to toy with his head. He tried the door, nothing.
Cries and screams of help were heard slightly muffled by the closed door. He kicked the door and punched it. Still it remained shut. He took a few steps back, and charged at the door, he was slightly angled so his shoulder would hit first. It didn't work. He tried again a little harder this time.
Success, the door flung open. He smiled to him self, but that smile turned up side down when he saw Hermione. She was lying in the corner of the room, her head on the ground, knees pulled up to her chest with her arms raped around her self. She wasn't moving. He walked over and knelled down beside her. Hermione's long curls' were dripping with water and she had a large cut on her head gashing with blood. Malfoy pulled her up on to his lap.
What happened, he asked him self, shaking his head. Stupid girl, probably saw her self in the mirror and slipped over, he chuckled to him self. He stopped smiling; she was losing a lot of blood. He grabbed a towel and held it to her head. She looked so peaceful asleep, like an angle; he was use to her bitching all day long at him. She started to come around. Malfoy sat her up and held her two shoulder's to the wall. Her eye lids fluttered and her eye's met his.
"What happened" asked Malfoy. She gasped and straightened up. She glanced over to the mirror, she looked terrified. Her usual semi tanned skin was paler than Malfoy's, and she seemed to be having difficulty breathing. He patted her on the back and stood up.
"Don't leave" she gasped
"What"
"Don't Leave me hear, on my own"
"Um.. ok" Malfoy sat back down next to Hermione, and reached for her hands. He held them for moment, and looked into her eyes. She didn't seem that interested, she looked sick. He pulled her up, she could barely stand. Malfoy guided Hermione out of bath room and into her bed. He didn't think to ask what happened, again. He laid her weak body on the double bed and propped her head up with one of the gold pillows.
"Thanks" She replied, grabbing his hand, holding on tight.
"Don't mention it"
"Why did you help?"
"Um surely when a person is screaming there lungs out you do some thing about it"
"Right" she bit her lip nodding, looking down. He sat down next to her, putting one hand on her left thigh. She looked up only to meet a pair of the bluest eyes.
"I never noticed how blue your eyes were, there nice"
"A compliment, I am flattered" he smirked. Hermione chuckled slightly, shaking her head. Malfoy put his hand under chin, and made her look at him. He leaned to kiss her.
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And so I'll and the chapter like that HAHAHAH I'll update tomorrow or next week tata.
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Hermione, still sulking, whipped her red and puffy eyes and reached out to open the brass door handle to her lonely room. As her slim fingers were millimetres away from touching the door handle, almost in slow motion, she watched the door just swing open, creaking slightly. Her noes crinkled up in thought, she could of swan she shut her door, only just before she left that morning.
The mahogany door stay half shut, almost as if some one had stoped it from fully opening. From the half that was open, Hermione could see the room was dark. Taking all precaution Hermione slowly put three fingers on the door handle to push it fully open.
She quietly stepped in, still holding onto the door handle she scanned the dark room, checking every corner, making sure no one was hiding in her room. The blinds had not yet been pulled, 'dam' she thought, if she just had of taking the thought to pull them before she left this morning, none of this would be happening. She quickly walked over to the window to pull the blinds, when she noticed a bright, white, light coming from cracks in the door of the joining bath room. She stopped and stared at the door for a second, trying to work out what it was, the light bulb it's self couldn't be making all the light, it wasn't that strong. Step by step she slowly walked over to bath room, and twisted the door handle, the door opened. She new she didn't leave the light that morning she was only in there for what, three seconds. It couldn't have been Malfoy, he would have locked the door and like usual forgotten to opening it again. As she pushed the door open, thick steam through out the whole bath room cascaded into her bedroom, she could barely see wear she was walking, she walked through the room, waving her arm in air trying to see her way. She raised one eye brow when she saw the problem, some one had left the sink running, ,she could easily guess who. She cursed to her self; the black and white tiled floor was dripping with water. She walked over to the sink, splashing as she went. She Reached for the hot tap, the mirror wasn't fogged up. Strange she thought to her self, the mirror wasn't magic. Or was it Malfoy, he must of put a spell on it so it wouldn't fog up, Hermione shook her head. Just like Malfoy to perform a spell just so he could see even more of him self.
The room was still thick with steam, so when Hermione looked in the mirror she could only see her self against a white back ground. She carelessly knocked a hair brush of the cabinet; she knelled down to pick it up. Just as she was about to stand she felt a cold breath on the back of her neck, she froze up, breathed in deep and slowly looked to the left of her head. Know one there, she shock her head, she was being stupid. Quickly, this time she stood up and dusted her self off, she looked in the mirror one last time before she left, and saw an image that would stay in her mind for the rest of her life. Harry. Standing next to her, slightly smiling, but it didn't look like the Harry, Hermione knew, his face was evil and twisted. He was dead. Hermione screamed with horror and span around to were the body had been standing, know one. She screamed again, louder this time. She looked all around the room, searching for ghost like creature, still nothing there. She fell to her knees and gasped for air; she put her hand to her heart, she couldn't breath. The door slammed shut.
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Strands of light blond hair fell over the closed eyes of the pail faced boy. His strong muscular arms behind his head, leg's crossed, stretched out over the maroon and gold sheet's of the bed.
A horrific scream of terror was heard through the common room and Malfoy instantly flung him self up eye's wide and bright. Another scream, louder. He through him self of the bed, paused for a minuet and looked toward the bathroom door. The screams were coming from inside.
He ran toward the bath room door, locked. He rattled the door trying to get open, franticly he shouted Hermione's name, no answer. He tried the door once more, nothing,; he ran his finger's through his hair and closed his eye's. Another scream, he sprinted out of his room and down the corridor to Hermione's room.
He dodged through her door to her room and ran to the bath room door. Shut. What was this some sort of sick mind game that Hermione was playing to toy with his head. He tried the door, nothing.
Cries and screams of help were heard slightly muffled by the closed door. He kicked the door and punched it. Still it remained shut. He took a few steps back, and charged at the door, he was slightly angled so his shoulder would hit first. It didn't work. He tried again a little harder this time.
Success, the door flung open. He smiled to him self, but that smile turned up side down when he saw Hermione. She was lying in the corner of the room, her head on the ground, knees pulled up to her chest with her arms raped around her self. She wasn't moving. He walked over and knelled down beside her. Hermione's long curls' were dripping with water and she had a large cut on her head gashing with blood. Malfoy pulled her up on to his lap.
What happened, he asked him self, shaking his head. Stupid girl, probably saw her self in the mirror and slipped over, he chuckled to him self. He stopped smiling; she was losing a lot of blood. He grabbed a towel and held it to her head. She looked so peaceful asleep, like an angle; he was use to her bitching all day long at him. She started to come around. Malfoy sat her up and held her two shoulder's to the wall. Her eye lids fluttered and her eye's met his.
"What happened" asked Malfoy. She gasped and straightened up. She glanced over to the mirror, she looked terrified. Her usual semi tanned skin was paler than Malfoy's, and she seemed to be having difficulty breathing. He patted her on the back and stood up.
"Don't leave" she gasped
"What"
"Don't Leave me hear, on my own"
"Um.. ok" Malfoy sat back down next to Hermione, and reached for her hands. He held them for moment, and looked into her eyes. She didn't seem that interested, she looked sick. He pulled her up, she could barely stand. Malfoy guided Hermione out of bath room and into her bed. He didn't think to ask what happened, again. He laid her weak body on the double bed and propped her head up with one of the gold pillows.
"Thanks" She replied, grabbing his hand, holding on tight.
"Don't mention it"
"Why did you help?"
"Um surely when a person is screaming there lungs out you do some thing about it"
"Right" she bit her lip nodding, looking down. He sat down next to her, putting one hand on her left thigh. She looked up only to meet a pair of the bluest eyes.
"I never noticed how blue your eyes were, there nice"
"A compliment, I am flattered" he smirked. Hermione chuckled slightly, shaking her head. Malfoy put his hand under chin, and made her look at him. He leaned to kiss her.
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And so I'll and the chapter like that HAHAHAH I'll update tomorrow or next week tata.