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15. Thanks Guys!
Tinuviel FireStorm:: Thanks much! I'll read your story when I find a chance!
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KrystyWroth::: yes, I CAN believe people tell you, you ramble. LoL. Like I said, I'ma gonna cut back on the evilness.
THANKS AGAIN EVERYBODY!! = )
Chapter 16
There was a deadly silence. Her breathing was shallow and her insides were writhing and twisting.
"I am sorry to inform you Miss Granger," said Dumbledore, "your house and family was attacked last night, by death eaters."
Suddenly, she had no insides, and she could feel herself get clammy and pale. Her parents though, what about her parents?
"Actually, *one* death eater." His eyes turned to Malfoy. Now, it was his turn to go empty on the inside. His father, attack her parents? Oddly enough, it did not surprise him all that much. But that didn't make the guilt any better.
"Wh-what about my parents?" Hermione choked.
"They came out alright, and are residing at the Burrow." She sucked in air. The relief flooded though her and she began to breath again. But another thing was jabbing painfully at her heart. Lucious Malfoy. Without warning, the fear left her, and hate pumped through her veins, causing her blood to boil. Desperately, she tried not to show her hate in front of Draco. God help her she hated his father, but loved him.
"What are you saying Headmaster?" Draco asked politely.
"I'm afraid that Mr. Malfoy was caught at the scene by a ministry auror." Malfoy went bug eyed.
"Where is he now?" He asked, his voice cracking.
"In Azkaban." The headmaster replied simply. "I am so sorry to have to report this news to you both." For the first time since the beginning of this meeting, Hermione looked at Draco. His head was hung. The hate she felt moments ago left as fast as it had come. It was replaced with sympathy for him.
"Thank you Headmaster." Draco stood, his head still hung, and walked toward the office door. Hermione wanted to follow him, and was halfway out of her chair. A few moments passed, and she gave a fleeting look at Dumbledore, who nodded. Springing from her chair, she chased after Draco, meeting him at the bottom of the staircase.
"Draco!" she called to his slowly moving figure. Looking around cautiously, she pulled him into an empty classroom. First thing she did, was to make him face her, yet his head remained down. She framed his face with her hands, like he's done to her, and lifted his eyes to meet hers. The pain there astonished her.
"Draco, are you alright?" She whispered, letting her hands fall to his shoulders.
"Does it look like I'm alright?" He snapped, shaking out of her grasp. Bewildered, she crossed her arms.
"No, that's why I asked." She answered, concern in her voice.
"First, my father attacked the Weasleys! Now he went after your family! This is *all* my fault! My mother is going to *slaughter* me!" He was pacing now, yelling at the ceiling.
"It'll be okay Draco," She said softly, reaching out to him.
"No it won't!" he yelled at her. She cringed, and swallowed the tears that threatened to come.
"But-"
"But Nothing! I can't put you in danger anymore Hermione! I can't put you, and your family's life on the line because of my *stupidity*!"
"What are you saying?" Now the tears were burning. There was a knot in her throat that made it difficult to speak.
"I mean," He said, with a pained expression, "I don't think we should see each other anymore." Dead Silence. The most painful silence Hermione had ever heard. Sharply, she took in a breath and spoke, letting the tears fall.
"No."
"Yes." He strode toward her, took her into a swift embrace, kissed her on the forehead, and said, "I'm sorry." And he strode quickly headed for the exit. In the doorframe he paused. "I love you." And he left, and the door shut with a painfully loud snap.
And she cried. No more holding back, it wasn't possible to hold back tears that were that fierce.
'Get a *grip*' she thought. But it was easier said than done. She must have stayed in that classroom for over than five minutes. It caused her another spurt of tears every time she pictured Draco walking out of the door. He was gone. They were over. The late night meetings, the embraces, the love they shared, it was all gone. It all walked right out the door with Draco. Eventually she regained herself enough to leave the classroom, and head back to her dormitory where she could cry in peace. When she stepped inside the common room she saw Harry jump up.
"Hermione," he cooed, seeing her tear streaked face. "What happened? What did Dumbledore want?" He led her over to a couch by the fire where Ron was sitting also. He also had an arm around her shoulders, and kept it there as they sat by Ron.
She relived the afternoon, telling them everything. She told them Malfoy's dad nearly killed her parents, and now he was locked up in Azkaban, after being caught by a ministry Auror. She even told them about Draco, and the happenings in the empty classroom. As she relived it she cried, not caring if they saw her. After she'd finished, both boys hugged her in attempt to make her feel better. It had worked slightly, but she just wanted to be alone. So she excused herself for the evening, heading up to her dorm, forgetting about dinner. She wasn't hungry anyway.
As she lay in bed, staring at the curtain above her, the drawings all hung around her, blocking her from view, she let the hot tears run down her face, dampening her hair and her pillow. And she thought, 'Could things be *any* worse?'
A/N::: Well? Wud-do-ya think?
Tinuviel FireStorm:: Thanks much! I'll read your story when I find a chance!
Blue-Dreamz::: hey, thanks for reading and glad you enjoy my story!
ImAmalfoyFREAK::: thank you very much for the compliments.
Lady Malfoy12::: Sorry ya'll. . .I don't have a normal update. . . date. It's hard to juggle school, friends and writing, but I'm still doing it on my spare time. I'm just so happy you all enjoy it!!!
Preciousonee:: Erm. . . riiiiight
courtjasnluvr87::: Yes, I have been told I am evil. I am trying to cut down on the evil-ness. I can tell it's not nice. Heh Heh Heh. . .
KrystyWroth::: yes, I CAN believe people tell you, you ramble. LoL. Like I said, I'ma gonna cut back on the evilness.
THANKS AGAIN EVERYBODY!! = )
Chapter 16
There was a deadly silence. Her breathing was shallow and her insides were writhing and twisting.
"I am sorry to inform you Miss Granger," said Dumbledore, "your house and family was attacked last night, by death eaters."
Suddenly, she had no insides, and she could feel herself get clammy and pale. Her parents though, what about her parents?
"Actually, *one* death eater." His eyes turned to Malfoy. Now, it was his turn to go empty on the inside. His father, attack her parents? Oddly enough, it did not surprise him all that much. But that didn't make the guilt any better.
"Wh-what about my parents?" Hermione choked.
"They came out alright, and are residing at the Burrow." She sucked in air. The relief flooded though her and she began to breath again. But another thing was jabbing painfully at her heart. Lucious Malfoy. Without warning, the fear left her, and hate pumped through her veins, causing her blood to boil. Desperately, she tried not to show her hate in front of Draco. God help her she hated his father, but loved him.
"What are you saying Headmaster?" Draco asked politely.
"I'm afraid that Mr. Malfoy was caught at the scene by a ministry auror." Malfoy went bug eyed.
"Where is he now?" He asked, his voice cracking.
"In Azkaban." The headmaster replied simply. "I am so sorry to have to report this news to you both." For the first time since the beginning of this meeting, Hermione looked at Draco. His head was hung. The hate she felt moments ago left as fast as it had come. It was replaced with sympathy for him.
"Thank you Headmaster." Draco stood, his head still hung, and walked toward the office door. Hermione wanted to follow him, and was halfway out of her chair. A few moments passed, and she gave a fleeting look at Dumbledore, who nodded. Springing from her chair, she chased after Draco, meeting him at the bottom of the staircase.
"Draco!" she called to his slowly moving figure. Looking around cautiously, she pulled him into an empty classroom. First thing she did, was to make him face her, yet his head remained down. She framed his face with her hands, like he's done to her, and lifted his eyes to meet hers. The pain there astonished her.
"Draco, are you alright?" She whispered, letting her hands fall to his shoulders.
"Does it look like I'm alright?" He snapped, shaking out of her grasp. Bewildered, she crossed her arms.
"No, that's why I asked." She answered, concern in her voice.
"First, my father attacked the Weasleys! Now he went after your family! This is *all* my fault! My mother is going to *slaughter* me!" He was pacing now, yelling at the ceiling.
"It'll be okay Draco," She said softly, reaching out to him.
"No it won't!" he yelled at her. She cringed, and swallowed the tears that threatened to come.
"But-"
"But Nothing! I can't put you in danger anymore Hermione! I can't put you, and your family's life on the line because of my *stupidity*!"
"What are you saying?" Now the tears were burning. There was a knot in her throat that made it difficult to speak.
"I mean," He said, with a pained expression, "I don't think we should see each other anymore." Dead Silence. The most painful silence Hermione had ever heard. Sharply, she took in a breath and spoke, letting the tears fall.
"No."
"Yes." He strode toward her, took her into a swift embrace, kissed her on the forehead, and said, "I'm sorry." And he strode quickly headed for the exit. In the doorframe he paused. "I love you." And he left, and the door shut with a painfully loud snap.
And she cried. No more holding back, it wasn't possible to hold back tears that were that fierce.
'Get a *grip*' she thought. But it was easier said than done. She must have stayed in that classroom for over than five minutes. It caused her another spurt of tears every time she pictured Draco walking out of the door. He was gone. They were over. The late night meetings, the embraces, the love they shared, it was all gone. It all walked right out the door with Draco. Eventually she regained herself enough to leave the classroom, and head back to her dormitory where she could cry in peace. When she stepped inside the common room she saw Harry jump up.
"Hermione," he cooed, seeing her tear streaked face. "What happened? What did Dumbledore want?" He led her over to a couch by the fire where Ron was sitting also. He also had an arm around her shoulders, and kept it there as they sat by Ron.
She relived the afternoon, telling them everything. She told them Malfoy's dad nearly killed her parents, and now he was locked up in Azkaban, after being caught by a ministry Auror. She even told them about Draco, and the happenings in the empty classroom. As she relived it she cried, not caring if they saw her. After she'd finished, both boys hugged her in attempt to make her feel better. It had worked slightly, but she just wanted to be alone. So she excused herself for the evening, heading up to her dorm, forgetting about dinner. She wasn't hungry anyway.
As she lay in bed, staring at the curtain above her, the drawings all hung around her, blocking her from view, she let the hot tears run down her face, dampening her hair and her pillow. And she thought, 'Could things be *any* worse?'
A/N::: Well? Wud-do-ya think?