Draco seemed to be out of his trance like state as he stared at Hermione in
bewilderment.
"What am I out here for?" he stormed at Hermione, but it wasn't as if SHE had the answer, she didn't know why she was here either.
"GAWD I DON'T KNOW EITHER!" Hermione yelled over the now howling wind.
"I was taking a walk and I just saw you standing here, SLEEPING it seems and I walked over to see what it was, and you grabbed me by the throat and tried to kill me, so it would SEEM that I should be asking YOU that question"
"I did no such thing, mudblood!" Draco yelled at her.
"Well believe it or not, you did such a thing and I'm afraid I will have to report this to Ms.McGonagall!" Hermione said, quite reasonably considering the situation, then muttered quite audibly,
"Honestly! First you try to kill me then you act as if you have no clue to going on, well I know damn well what you're doing, and it's a load of waffle!"
"Well, you do know, that though I'm sure that there is a higher penalty for trying to kill someone (Draco smirked), there is also a penalty for waltzing about during the night, and who knows what would happen to little head girl if Mr.Murderer (Draco) said something to her FAVORITE potions teacher(Snape)?" Draco said evilly, and his evident victory was written all over his smirking face.
"Who knows what would happen to YOUR head boy position.FINE I BLOODY WON'T TELL AND YOU WON'T TELL EITHER." Hermione finally said.
"I DIDN'T FUCKING KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING ANYHOW, YOU'RE TREATING ME AS IF THIS IS MY FAULT!" Draco whined loudly.
"IT IS YOUR FAULT! ALL I DID WAS WALK TO HERE!" Hermione said, thoroughly irritated by now.
"Well, I'm telling you I don't know what happened, all I remember was the dream I had about balloons and candy, and all of a sudden I'm out here in the middle yelling at you!" Said a suddenly calmed down Draco.
"Fine then! Deny it! Just don't damn try that again or I will have the ministry on you!" Hermione said, not even quite knowing herself why she had let him off. After all, this was typical of Malfoy, attacking her and scaring her, then acting as if he had no clue as to why he was here. Just typical, right? Suddenly Hermione wasn't so sure anymore because Draco's beautiful gray eyes were glowing with fear, and it looked as if the whining insufferable git was about to cry. Not that Hermione cared in the least, but she didn't feel like telling Ms.McGonagall anymore.
A tear ran down Draco's milk-smooth cheek as she saw him turn around. She tapped his shoulder lightly but he made a sound that Hermione thought resembled a canine's growl so she just stood there, not knowing how to help her arch-nemesis, and even though he was an insufferable ass, her feelings betrayed her as her feet inched forward. It was a very awkward situation they were literally standing in, and the silence of the dark night with the exception of the howling wind didn't help either. He turned around slowly, and a tuft of his silver-blonde hair fell across his equally smooth forehead as the moon shined on him, making him look like an angel, though the devil he was during the day. With his hands covering his face, he sank to the ground while his whole body shook, as Hermione watched on in complete shock.
Hermione crouched down on the ground, and once again curiosity got the better of her as she put her slender hand on top of Draco's, saying in that one gesture, that everything was okay, though obviously it was not, and eventually the quaking of Draco's masculine shoulders died down, and they just sat there, in an eerie silence for a few minutes, still in the middle of the quidditch field before Hermione finally spoke up.
"I might've started believing that you didn't actually know what happened to you just then, but I know you know more about this then I do. How often does this happen to you Draco? How often do you sleepwalk? What causes this? I mean, don't tell me if you don't want to, you can handle it all yourself I'm sure anyway, but.." Hermione's quiet and astonished voice trailed off as she didn't know quite how to finish the sentence. "Draco .crying? I mean.I need to know! What happened to possibly make DRACO cry?" Hermione quizzed to herself.
Draco just stood in the moonlight, and started striding in fast paces across the quidditch field.
" Come on, we'll be in even more trouble if we'll be caught out here, most likely we've been seen already," Draco said in a weak voice. Hermione trotted to keep up with him and they finally reached the quiet hallways, where Draco gave her a menacing, dark look, challenging her to tell anyone about his crying, and ran off to the Slytherin chambers, not wanting Hermione's questioning.
Hermione just stared and it took her frozen body a while to function before she finally started a hurried walk to her bed, where it was warm and soft.and besides she didn't want an encounter with Filch or Ms.Norris. Still deep in thought, she finally reached her bed and didn't undress, instead just falling dead asleep, while nightmarish dreams haunted her confused mind.
"What am I out here for?" he stormed at Hermione, but it wasn't as if SHE had the answer, she didn't know why she was here either.
"GAWD I DON'T KNOW EITHER!" Hermione yelled over the now howling wind.
"I was taking a walk and I just saw you standing here, SLEEPING it seems and I walked over to see what it was, and you grabbed me by the throat and tried to kill me, so it would SEEM that I should be asking YOU that question"
"I did no such thing, mudblood!" Draco yelled at her.
"Well believe it or not, you did such a thing and I'm afraid I will have to report this to Ms.McGonagall!" Hermione said, quite reasonably considering the situation, then muttered quite audibly,
"Honestly! First you try to kill me then you act as if you have no clue to going on, well I know damn well what you're doing, and it's a load of waffle!"
"Well, you do know, that though I'm sure that there is a higher penalty for trying to kill someone (Draco smirked), there is also a penalty for waltzing about during the night, and who knows what would happen to little head girl if Mr.Murderer (Draco) said something to her FAVORITE potions teacher(Snape)?" Draco said evilly, and his evident victory was written all over his smirking face.
"Who knows what would happen to YOUR head boy position.FINE I BLOODY WON'T TELL AND YOU WON'T TELL EITHER." Hermione finally said.
"I DIDN'T FUCKING KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING ANYHOW, YOU'RE TREATING ME AS IF THIS IS MY FAULT!" Draco whined loudly.
"IT IS YOUR FAULT! ALL I DID WAS WALK TO HERE!" Hermione said, thoroughly irritated by now.
"Well, I'm telling you I don't know what happened, all I remember was the dream I had about balloons and candy, and all of a sudden I'm out here in the middle yelling at you!" Said a suddenly calmed down Draco.
"Fine then! Deny it! Just don't damn try that again or I will have the ministry on you!" Hermione said, not even quite knowing herself why she had let him off. After all, this was typical of Malfoy, attacking her and scaring her, then acting as if he had no clue as to why he was here. Just typical, right? Suddenly Hermione wasn't so sure anymore because Draco's beautiful gray eyes were glowing with fear, and it looked as if the whining insufferable git was about to cry. Not that Hermione cared in the least, but she didn't feel like telling Ms.McGonagall anymore.
A tear ran down Draco's milk-smooth cheek as she saw him turn around. She tapped his shoulder lightly but he made a sound that Hermione thought resembled a canine's growl so she just stood there, not knowing how to help her arch-nemesis, and even though he was an insufferable ass, her feelings betrayed her as her feet inched forward. It was a very awkward situation they were literally standing in, and the silence of the dark night with the exception of the howling wind didn't help either. He turned around slowly, and a tuft of his silver-blonde hair fell across his equally smooth forehead as the moon shined on him, making him look like an angel, though the devil he was during the day. With his hands covering his face, he sank to the ground while his whole body shook, as Hermione watched on in complete shock.
Hermione crouched down on the ground, and once again curiosity got the better of her as she put her slender hand on top of Draco's, saying in that one gesture, that everything was okay, though obviously it was not, and eventually the quaking of Draco's masculine shoulders died down, and they just sat there, in an eerie silence for a few minutes, still in the middle of the quidditch field before Hermione finally spoke up.
"I might've started believing that you didn't actually know what happened to you just then, but I know you know more about this then I do. How often does this happen to you Draco? How often do you sleepwalk? What causes this? I mean, don't tell me if you don't want to, you can handle it all yourself I'm sure anyway, but.." Hermione's quiet and astonished voice trailed off as she didn't know quite how to finish the sentence. "Draco .crying? I mean.I need to know! What happened to possibly make DRACO cry?" Hermione quizzed to herself.
Draco just stood in the moonlight, and started striding in fast paces across the quidditch field.
" Come on, we'll be in even more trouble if we'll be caught out here, most likely we've been seen already," Draco said in a weak voice. Hermione trotted to keep up with him and they finally reached the quiet hallways, where Draco gave her a menacing, dark look, challenging her to tell anyone about his crying, and ran off to the Slytherin chambers, not wanting Hermione's questioning.
Hermione just stared and it took her frozen body a while to function before she finally started a hurried walk to her bed, where it was warm and soft.and besides she didn't want an encounter with Filch or Ms.Norris. Still deep in thought, she finally reached her bed and didn't undress, instead just falling dead asleep, while nightmarish dreams haunted her confused mind.