Never Say Never
Chapter 4 - Dilemma
Disclaimer: whoa, after four chapters I'm already sick of writing these! Ok, here we go again - I dun own anything cept for my beloved plot. ^^
Ron's POV
"'Arry, 'oo 'een 'Ermione?" I said roughly through the shepherd's pie that I was having for lunch today.
"Sorry, what did you say Ron?" replied Harry dazedly finally taking his eyes off Parvati who was sitting with Lavender on the other side of the table.
"I said have you seen Hermione?" I repeated after swallowing the mouthful of pie and winking at Lavender who was looking my way.
"Hermione? No, come to think of it. I haven't. Where do you think she'd be?" asked Harry concernedly looking around the Great Hall to see if she'd come bursting in halfway through the meal.
"Li'ery." I replied with another mouthful of food in my mouth looking apologetically at Harry when he looked absolutely lost.
"Oh! I got it!" he said triumphantly when he realized what I was saying, "Library!"
I nodded profusely and I heard a giggle from the other end of the table and I saw Lavender staring at me again and I shook my head and rolled my eyes at Harry who was laughing as he saw Lavender gawking.
"Looks like you have a few admirers, Ron." He said over a few good-hearted chortles.
"Shut up Harry." I replied hotheadedly.
"Okay Ron. Do you reckon that we should go look for Hermione?" said Harry somberly though his eyes were still twinkling.
"Anything to get away from Lavender." I replied quickly pulling Harry out of his seat and rushing out of the Great Hall much to Parvati and Lavender's dismay, we could hear them screeching "Oh, Harry and Ron where are you going!" at the top of their voices and many heads turned as we ran out of the doors and started making our way up the staircase.
When we reached the library something dark and tall pushed roughly past us and as it went further down the hall we saw that it had platinum blonde hair and ice-bluish gray eyes and it was reading something quite intently. It was Malfoy.
"What on earth is he doing in the library at lunch?" I asked incredulously.
"No idea. Hope he hasn't hurt Hermione!" Harry replied already walking into the library and looking around in the bookshelves for any sign of her.
"She's not here!" I stated feeling a bit relieved that Hermione and Malfoy weren't in here by themselves during lunch doing god knows what.
"But, Ron if she's not here, then where is she?!" came Harry's exasperated voice.
"Oh shit."
Draco's POV
My eyes widened as finally after what felt like eternity, I had found the solution to our problem. I settled back in the armchair, shocked by what I had found out and I had a splitting headache from it. The stupid Mudblood must've missed it when she was probably speed reading it earlier.
How could someone not notice such an important point?! I shook my head in disbelief and I knead my knuckles viciously. Why the hell did everything have to be so hard? I thought feeling completely frustrated. As if having Granger probing in my thoughts wasn't bad enough, I had to go and find out how to get rid of the power and it had to be this -
'The power will eventually wear off by itself but that can take a matter of years. Unless the two affected should come to completely understand and appreciate each other in a shorter period of time. Then the bond connecting their minds will be broken and they will no longer possess the power to read each other's minds.'
Argh! Appreciate Granger? Understand her? This was asking for a near miracle. How could I learn to almost befriend the Mudblood? I suddenly stood up and began to pace around uncomfortably. My thoughts were in a jumbled mess and I needed to go and sort them out.
'If I become friends with Granger, what would father think? Not just what father would think, what would the world think?! I'll lose my reputation so quickly that before I could say 'Quidditch' I'll most probably be shunned by most people in Slytherin and my father's friends and father himself.'
I shook my head and tried to regain my senses.
'But, if I learned to understand her and appreciate her in secret, without attracting the attention of others, then I could sever the bond between us quicker and get her away from my private thoughts.' Argh, why did everything have to be so confusing?
I picked up the book from the table and then began to stroll out of the library with my head in the book looking for possible points that I might've missed before. I pushed past two figures blocking my way and continued to stroll down the corridor before I came up with the bright idea of finding Granger.
I hurried to the Hospital Wing and when I got there disappointment filled me when I realized that it was empty. Well except for Madam Pomfrey of course. She came bustling out to ask me what I was doing here.
"Madam Pomfrey, have you seen Hermione Granger?" I asked coolly.
"Now, Mr. Malfoy, why would you be looking for her?" she asked suspiciously, "Looking for someone to hex?"
"Oh, no, of course not. I just needed to find her for a Prefect's meeting tonight, I have to tell her something." I bluffed laughing half-heartedly.
"Well, in that case, she just left after I fixed up her poor nose. She can't have gone far." Said Madam Pomfrey kindly, "I think she was heading in the direction of Gryffindor Tower, although I had told her that she was too scrawny and that she needed some food and that she shouldn't be spending her lunch wandering around on an empty stomach." She continued to ramble so I quickly I thanked her and set off in the direction of that wretched common room.
I couldn't believe that I was actually searching for the Mudblood to have a civil conversation with her. I guess that a lot of things were about to change this year, I smiled wistfully as I thought of the years filled with taunting the Dream Team cheerfully without having complications like these. Ah. . . those were the days.
I went up one staircase after another and being lost in my thoughts my foot suddenly slipped through something and made me trip and land smack bang on the step above it.
"Argh! Damn trick step!" I cursed impatiently trying to wrench my foot out of its unfortunate position. Then an idea struck me and I reached for my wand in my pocket and pointed it at my poor foot.
"Leverio." Immediately my foot came out of the step and I sighed at my bad luck. I smoothed out my robes nonchalantly and ran my hands through my extremely blonde hair that was hanging in my eyes all tousled and knotted and continued to ascend the steps.
That bloody Mudblood was causing way more trouble than the Wonder Boy himself was these days, oh fuck her. I could definitely do without her help. 'Then why are you looking for her?' I rolled my eyes at that thought and chose to ignore it as I reached the top of the stairs and looked around for the elusive entrance to the Gryffindor common room.
"Hmm it's meant to be a portrait of a Fat Lady last time I heard." I muttered to myself absent-mindedly, and I continued examining every painting hanging on the walls travelling down the long dark corridor at an excruciatingly slow pace.
"Aha!" I exclaimed softly having found a picture of a woman who matched the description that my fellow Slytherins had given me after they had stalked a certain redheaded Weaselette one night after dinner all the way to the Gryffindor Tower and if the portrait had allowed them, they would've traced her all the way to her dormitory.
"Are you the Fat -" I broke off in midsentence hearing a shrill scream pierce my ears and I quickly turned in the direction from where the sound had been coming from. I saw something dark huddled beneath a window and I sprinted the length of the corridor shielding my eyes against the harsh sunlight streaming in through the window.
"Oh god."
Hermione's POV
I sat down underneath the window and I curled into a little ball. The pain was starting to become unbearable and as I thought that, another bolt of white-hot pain shot through my body making it feel as though it was really on fire.
My normally clear mind was becoming increasingly more clouded and another flash of blinding pain flooded my body and this time, the cold ruthless laugh that I had been hearing in my dream was beginning to sound in my ears again, getting steadily louder as the intensity of the pain increased.
I would not allow myself to scream or moan in pain. I could see a dark hooded figure in my mind's eye and it was becoming clearer and clearer as the pain grew making me bit my lips in pain until I could taste my metallic blood.
Then, suddenly the figure became whole and its face shone in a contorted sort of way, radiated by a strong, but evil light. Its red eyes were reduced to slits and it's flat nose had flaring nostrils and the thin line which formed its mouth was twisted sickening smile. It was none other than Lord Voldemort.
Hehe^^, I'm sorry for leaving you guys in suspense like that, and I'll be writing another chapter today, rest assured, as soon as I get some reviews!! I havent gotten any since.the second chapter!! [cries] I feel unwanted (
Anyway, cheers, psychohart
Chapter 4 - Dilemma
Disclaimer: whoa, after four chapters I'm already sick of writing these! Ok, here we go again - I dun own anything cept for my beloved plot. ^^
Ron's POV
"'Arry, 'oo 'een 'Ermione?" I said roughly through the shepherd's pie that I was having for lunch today.
"Sorry, what did you say Ron?" replied Harry dazedly finally taking his eyes off Parvati who was sitting with Lavender on the other side of the table.
"I said have you seen Hermione?" I repeated after swallowing the mouthful of pie and winking at Lavender who was looking my way.
"Hermione? No, come to think of it. I haven't. Where do you think she'd be?" asked Harry concernedly looking around the Great Hall to see if she'd come bursting in halfway through the meal.
"Li'ery." I replied with another mouthful of food in my mouth looking apologetically at Harry when he looked absolutely lost.
"Oh! I got it!" he said triumphantly when he realized what I was saying, "Library!"
I nodded profusely and I heard a giggle from the other end of the table and I saw Lavender staring at me again and I shook my head and rolled my eyes at Harry who was laughing as he saw Lavender gawking.
"Looks like you have a few admirers, Ron." He said over a few good-hearted chortles.
"Shut up Harry." I replied hotheadedly.
"Okay Ron. Do you reckon that we should go look for Hermione?" said Harry somberly though his eyes were still twinkling.
"Anything to get away from Lavender." I replied quickly pulling Harry out of his seat and rushing out of the Great Hall much to Parvati and Lavender's dismay, we could hear them screeching "Oh, Harry and Ron where are you going!" at the top of their voices and many heads turned as we ran out of the doors and started making our way up the staircase.
When we reached the library something dark and tall pushed roughly past us and as it went further down the hall we saw that it had platinum blonde hair and ice-bluish gray eyes and it was reading something quite intently. It was Malfoy.
"What on earth is he doing in the library at lunch?" I asked incredulously.
"No idea. Hope he hasn't hurt Hermione!" Harry replied already walking into the library and looking around in the bookshelves for any sign of her.
"She's not here!" I stated feeling a bit relieved that Hermione and Malfoy weren't in here by themselves during lunch doing god knows what.
"But, Ron if she's not here, then where is she?!" came Harry's exasperated voice.
"Oh shit."
Draco's POV
My eyes widened as finally after what felt like eternity, I had found the solution to our problem. I settled back in the armchair, shocked by what I had found out and I had a splitting headache from it. The stupid Mudblood must've missed it when she was probably speed reading it earlier.
How could someone not notice such an important point?! I shook my head in disbelief and I knead my knuckles viciously. Why the hell did everything have to be so hard? I thought feeling completely frustrated. As if having Granger probing in my thoughts wasn't bad enough, I had to go and find out how to get rid of the power and it had to be this -
'The power will eventually wear off by itself but that can take a matter of years. Unless the two affected should come to completely understand and appreciate each other in a shorter period of time. Then the bond connecting their minds will be broken and they will no longer possess the power to read each other's minds.'
Argh! Appreciate Granger? Understand her? This was asking for a near miracle. How could I learn to almost befriend the Mudblood? I suddenly stood up and began to pace around uncomfortably. My thoughts were in a jumbled mess and I needed to go and sort them out.
'If I become friends with Granger, what would father think? Not just what father would think, what would the world think?! I'll lose my reputation so quickly that before I could say 'Quidditch' I'll most probably be shunned by most people in Slytherin and my father's friends and father himself.'
I shook my head and tried to regain my senses.
'But, if I learned to understand her and appreciate her in secret, without attracting the attention of others, then I could sever the bond between us quicker and get her away from my private thoughts.' Argh, why did everything have to be so confusing?
I picked up the book from the table and then began to stroll out of the library with my head in the book looking for possible points that I might've missed before. I pushed past two figures blocking my way and continued to stroll down the corridor before I came up with the bright idea of finding Granger.
I hurried to the Hospital Wing and when I got there disappointment filled me when I realized that it was empty. Well except for Madam Pomfrey of course. She came bustling out to ask me what I was doing here.
"Madam Pomfrey, have you seen Hermione Granger?" I asked coolly.
"Now, Mr. Malfoy, why would you be looking for her?" she asked suspiciously, "Looking for someone to hex?"
"Oh, no, of course not. I just needed to find her for a Prefect's meeting tonight, I have to tell her something." I bluffed laughing half-heartedly.
"Well, in that case, she just left after I fixed up her poor nose. She can't have gone far." Said Madam Pomfrey kindly, "I think she was heading in the direction of Gryffindor Tower, although I had told her that she was too scrawny and that she needed some food and that she shouldn't be spending her lunch wandering around on an empty stomach." She continued to ramble so I quickly I thanked her and set off in the direction of that wretched common room.
I couldn't believe that I was actually searching for the Mudblood to have a civil conversation with her. I guess that a lot of things were about to change this year, I smiled wistfully as I thought of the years filled with taunting the Dream Team cheerfully without having complications like these. Ah. . . those were the days.
I went up one staircase after another and being lost in my thoughts my foot suddenly slipped through something and made me trip and land smack bang on the step above it.
"Argh! Damn trick step!" I cursed impatiently trying to wrench my foot out of its unfortunate position. Then an idea struck me and I reached for my wand in my pocket and pointed it at my poor foot.
"Leverio." Immediately my foot came out of the step and I sighed at my bad luck. I smoothed out my robes nonchalantly and ran my hands through my extremely blonde hair that was hanging in my eyes all tousled and knotted and continued to ascend the steps.
That bloody Mudblood was causing way more trouble than the Wonder Boy himself was these days, oh fuck her. I could definitely do without her help. 'Then why are you looking for her?' I rolled my eyes at that thought and chose to ignore it as I reached the top of the stairs and looked around for the elusive entrance to the Gryffindor common room.
"Hmm it's meant to be a portrait of a Fat Lady last time I heard." I muttered to myself absent-mindedly, and I continued examining every painting hanging on the walls travelling down the long dark corridor at an excruciatingly slow pace.
"Aha!" I exclaimed softly having found a picture of a woman who matched the description that my fellow Slytherins had given me after they had stalked a certain redheaded Weaselette one night after dinner all the way to the Gryffindor Tower and if the portrait had allowed them, they would've traced her all the way to her dormitory.
"Are you the Fat -" I broke off in midsentence hearing a shrill scream pierce my ears and I quickly turned in the direction from where the sound had been coming from. I saw something dark huddled beneath a window and I sprinted the length of the corridor shielding my eyes against the harsh sunlight streaming in through the window.
"Oh god."
Hermione's POV
I sat down underneath the window and I curled into a little ball. The pain was starting to become unbearable and as I thought that, another bolt of white-hot pain shot through my body making it feel as though it was really on fire.
My normally clear mind was becoming increasingly more clouded and another flash of blinding pain flooded my body and this time, the cold ruthless laugh that I had been hearing in my dream was beginning to sound in my ears again, getting steadily louder as the intensity of the pain increased.
I would not allow myself to scream or moan in pain. I could see a dark hooded figure in my mind's eye and it was becoming clearer and clearer as the pain grew making me bit my lips in pain until I could taste my metallic blood.
Then, suddenly the figure became whole and its face shone in a contorted sort of way, radiated by a strong, but evil light. Its red eyes were reduced to slits and it's flat nose had flaring nostrils and the thin line which formed its mouth was twisted sickening smile. It was none other than Lord Voldemort.
Hehe^^, I'm sorry for leaving you guys in suspense like that, and I'll be writing another chapter today, rest assured, as soon as I get some reviews!! I havent gotten any since.the second chapter!! [cries] I feel unwanted (
Anyway, cheers, psychohart