~A/N~ Here's chapter 3! R.,R.,&R.O.! So all these bands, please don't sue
me, I love these songs that's why I used them! Thanks SO much for all the
reviews. I really appreciate them, even the bad ones. It lets me know what
I can do to become a better writer.
I just want to comment on one review however... No, I am not writing this to be a self-insertion. I apologize if it came off that way, but I stated in the summary that is was a bit AU, and also at the beggining of the first chapter that Hermione's adittude had changed. I am writing this how I think a teenager would act, obviously she isn't going to be exactly like in the books in ANY story on FF.net. Thank you for sharing your opinion and it was duely noted!
JKR owns it all, I only wish I did.
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Draco tossed and turned in his sleep that night, he didn't want to use his dream world again quite yet. It troubled him that someone else had been able to enter. She hadn't even said a spell, she just accidentally fell in. He had been working on mastering it for over a year for Christ's sake! And now she can get in anytime she pleases? And a mudblood on top of all that.
A mudblood. He kicked himself for thinking this. He no longer wanted to be the person he had been. His father was gone, at least for now. Locked away in Azkaban and hopefully never to return. His upbringing had soured him, he had to be the perfect little Malfoy child. It sickened him to think of all the things he never got to do. While the rest of the people his age had been out riding bikes or brooms and playing games, he was sitting in his fathers study, reading books about the dark arts.
Even before he could fully comprehend what he was reading, he sat there for hours, staring at the pages. Sometimes there were pictures. That's what he had emblazoned into his memory. The sketch of the dark mark, calling his name as he tried desperately to turn the page. Moving pictures of muggle killings. Sometimes when his father let him go to bed, he would cry. Never in the presence of his family, but when he was all alone. He sat and cried silent tears. The images scared him. He still had dreams about them sometimes. He would wake up in a cold sweat, trying to shake the guilty feeling he had in the pit of his stomach.
Tonight was no different than any other night. Draco had awoken to his own low yell, the image of a muggle family being tortured burning at the back of his eyelids when he closed them. He wanted to go away, to his alternate reality where he could be anyone he wanted. He could listen to his music, read books. He could be happy. He decided against it however, fearing that Granger might be there again.
It wasn't that he hated her, or even disliked her. He had however said things to her in the past that were demeaning and cruel. The old him had thought it was funny. But when the brainwash slowly wore away over the last year, he saw that he was a vicious person. He didn't have any true friends. None. Crabbe and Goyle, his oafish bodyguards. Not that he needed a bodyguard anymore. He had grown taller than he suspected either of them ever would. He wasn't very muscular, but he wasn't wiry either.
Pansy Parkinson, the Slytherin slut, had never been even remotely close to a friend. Even the mean Draco Malfoy had despised her. Blaise Zambini, he had never really known him well, though he knew his father was very high ranking in Voldemort's army. Obviously not someone he wanted to associate with. Almost everyone in Slytherin house was tied to Voldemort in some way.
He thought it was hopeless really. He would just stay at Hogwarts for the remaining year as an outcast. It didn't bother him much. He knew many of the girls lusted after him. It was all based on looks of course, if any of them got to know him, his bad boy image would be shattered. Hermione had gotten too close already. Not that he suspected her to lust after him... He suspected she had a general distaste for him. She was polite, didn't start fights unless she was provoked, but she basically steered clear of him.
His thoughts delved deeper and he slowly circled back to thinking about Hermione. She was rather pretty. Her hair was still a bit bushy, though she had become more skilled in taming it. Her eyes were a bright brown. Her smile was intoxicating. She wasn't like other girls. She wasn't extremely beautiful. But she didn't care. She was so confident and outspoken, that was highly attractive. She was intelligent, very knowledgeable. These thoughts flooded his mind and he desperately tried to swim out.
Was it possible? Was he, Draco Malfoy, attracted to Hermione Granger? One of his rivals? No, he thought, they weren't rivals. Maybe they had just gotten off on the wrong foot. Maybe she was just what he needed. A friend. Well... a friend for now.
He closed his eyes. He drained his mind of thought. He raised his wand and then said,
"Dormius Intrificus!" He did the proper wand movements, and a jet of blue light encompassed him. He stood up, leaving behind his body. He was now wearing his more comfortable clothes. Baggy blue jeans and a red sweatshirt. He had headphones on his ears and when he pressed play he heard the music by Rooney.
"She doesn't know... that I love her... Yes I love her..."
'Now off to find Hermione' he thought as he slowly made his way out into the darkness of the castle.
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Hermione lay on her bed, aware that she was the only one still awake. The breathing of her dorm-mates was slow and steady, rhythmic and entrancing. She concentrated on it. The slow steady breathing. In and Out. In and Out. And slowly she slipped out of consciousness.
After what seemed like only moments, she opened her eyes to a boom. It was raining very hard. She sat up, rubbing her eyes. 'Wait...' she thought, 'Where is everyone? Oh, not again.' She knew that either it really was morning and her watch was lying, or that she was once again in the enchanted dream reality.
She hopped out of bed and saw that she was already dressed in exactly the outfit she would have chosen. She wore low slung jeans, a white tank top, and a black sweater. White flip-flops adorned her feet. She grabbed her wand from her back pocket, and walked down to the common room. Completely empty. No one here, so no harm in going out right?
She enjoyed the freedom of the empty castle. The fact that it was raining made it extraordinary. She wished she had some music. Then her jacket pocket became slightly heavier. She slipped the phones on her ears and pressed play.
"Cuz I'm here... ready to take it all here... everything's feeling unclear... I wish it was raining, cuz I hate every beautiful day...." She sang along with the lyrics, feeling liberated. She sang every bar until the music finally faded out. She rounded a corner to come face to face with Malfoy who was singing as well.
"Hey there stranger." She said jovially. "Whatcha got there?"
"Rooney. You?" He asked, flashing her a grin.
"I've got SugarCult. Trade ya?" She popped out her CD, offering it to him.
"No way." She looked disappointed but she put her CD back in place and closed the lid.
"So... Whatcha doin'?" She asked. He looked at her skeptically, though inside he was laughing at her feeble attempts to be nice. Was it really that hard to be nice to him?
"Not too much. You?" He tried to look into her eyes but she kept casting them elsewhere.
"Just chillin' like a villain..." She nodded her head. He looked at her with his eyebrows raised. "You know... Chillin' like a Villain? Gellin' like a Felon?" Since his eyes were still raised, she took it that he obviously didn't understand. She sighed and finally said "I'm just hanging out."
"Got it." He said, he tapped his foot a little. How did he possibly think they could be friends? They couldn't even talk. He would say one word and...
"Something about you has changed." She said, interrupting his thoughts.
"Is that a question or a statement?"
"A statement. But a question in that I don't quite know what..."
"I guess it would be pretty hard for you to figure out seeing as you don't know me." He said this but regretted it. She didn't look hurt but more... disappointed. Well what had she expected?
"You're right. I don't know you."
"It doesn't have to stay that way." He said sheepishly.
"What is that supposed to mean?" She looked at him questioningly, suppressing the smile playing at her lips.
"Just that..." Oh how she loved seeing him squirm. He looked very cute. Well... he looked cute all the time. But when he squirmed it was especially adorable. "Just that if you are willing to try, that is if you want to I mean, that we could... and I could maybe, you know."
"No... I don't know. How about you fill me in." She smiled widely.
"We could be friends is all I'm saying." He looked into her eyes and the smile disappeared. He looked so sincere. Too sincere to be a trick. He stood there, vulnerable, awaiting her answer. She stepped a little closer and stuck out her hand.
"Friends?" She nodded, never moving her eyes from his.
"Friends." He said as he shook her hand. They stopped shaking, but their hands didn't immediately drop. They both clung on, if only for a few seconds. Finally Hermione looked away, and the connection was broken. Their hands dropped to their sides and Draco became quite interesting in the fact that his pants were wrinkled. He turned away slightly, but she pulled him back.
"We need to start with the basics. Ready?" He nodded, unsure of what was coming. "Hey buddy! What's up?" She linked arms with him and they strode off down the empty hallways.
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~A/N~ OK so we have a groundwork now. Could get interesting from here... Suggestions? tell me in your review! love ya! *AmSam Malfoy
I just want to comment on one review however... No, I am not writing this to be a self-insertion. I apologize if it came off that way, but I stated in the summary that is was a bit AU, and also at the beggining of the first chapter that Hermione's adittude had changed. I am writing this how I think a teenager would act, obviously she isn't going to be exactly like in the books in ANY story on FF.net. Thank you for sharing your opinion and it was duely noted!
JKR owns it all, I only wish I did.
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Draco tossed and turned in his sleep that night, he didn't want to use his dream world again quite yet. It troubled him that someone else had been able to enter. She hadn't even said a spell, she just accidentally fell in. He had been working on mastering it for over a year for Christ's sake! And now she can get in anytime she pleases? And a mudblood on top of all that.
A mudblood. He kicked himself for thinking this. He no longer wanted to be the person he had been. His father was gone, at least for now. Locked away in Azkaban and hopefully never to return. His upbringing had soured him, he had to be the perfect little Malfoy child. It sickened him to think of all the things he never got to do. While the rest of the people his age had been out riding bikes or brooms and playing games, he was sitting in his fathers study, reading books about the dark arts.
Even before he could fully comprehend what he was reading, he sat there for hours, staring at the pages. Sometimes there were pictures. That's what he had emblazoned into his memory. The sketch of the dark mark, calling his name as he tried desperately to turn the page. Moving pictures of muggle killings. Sometimes when his father let him go to bed, he would cry. Never in the presence of his family, but when he was all alone. He sat and cried silent tears. The images scared him. He still had dreams about them sometimes. He would wake up in a cold sweat, trying to shake the guilty feeling he had in the pit of his stomach.
Tonight was no different than any other night. Draco had awoken to his own low yell, the image of a muggle family being tortured burning at the back of his eyelids when he closed them. He wanted to go away, to his alternate reality where he could be anyone he wanted. He could listen to his music, read books. He could be happy. He decided against it however, fearing that Granger might be there again.
It wasn't that he hated her, or even disliked her. He had however said things to her in the past that were demeaning and cruel. The old him had thought it was funny. But when the brainwash slowly wore away over the last year, he saw that he was a vicious person. He didn't have any true friends. None. Crabbe and Goyle, his oafish bodyguards. Not that he needed a bodyguard anymore. He had grown taller than he suspected either of them ever would. He wasn't very muscular, but he wasn't wiry either.
Pansy Parkinson, the Slytherin slut, had never been even remotely close to a friend. Even the mean Draco Malfoy had despised her. Blaise Zambini, he had never really known him well, though he knew his father was very high ranking in Voldemort's army. Obviously not someone he wanted to associate with. Almost everyone in Slytherin house was tied to Voldemort in some way.
He thought it was hopeless really. He would just stay at Hogwarts for the remaining year as an outcast. It didn't bother him much. He knew many of the girls lusted after him. It was all based on looks of course, if any of them got to know him, his bad boy image would be shattered. Hermione had gotten too close already. Not that he suspected her to lust after him... He suspected she had a general distaste for him. She was polite, didn't start fights unless she was provoked, but she basically steered clear of him.
His thoughts delved deeper and he slowly circled back to thinking about Hermione. She was rather pretty. Her hair was still a bit bushy, though she had become more skilled in taming it. Her eyes were a bright brown. Her smile was intoxicating. She wasn't like other girls. She wasn't extremely beautiful. But she didn't care. She was so confident and outspoken, that was highly attractive. She was intelligent, very knowledgeable. These thoughts flooded his mind and he desperately tried to swim out.
Was it possible? Was he, Draco Malfoy, attracted to Hermione Granger? One of his rivals? No, he thought, they weren't rivals. Maybe they had just gotten off on the wrong foot. Maybe she was just what he needed. A friend. Well... a friend for now.
He closed his eyes. He drained his mind of thought. He raised his wand and then said,
"Dormius Intrificus!" He did the proper wand movements, and a jet of blue light encompassed him. He stood up, leaving behind his body. He was now wearing his more comfortable clothes. Baggy blue jeans and a red sweatshirt. He had headphones on his ears and when he pressed play he heard the music by Rooney.
"She doesn't know... that I love her... Yes I love her..."
'Now off to find Hermione' he thought as he slowly made his way out into the darkness of the castle.
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Hermione lay on her bed, aware that she was the only one still awake. The breathing of her dorm-mates was slow and steady, rhythmic and entrancing. She concentrated on it. The slow steady breathing. In and Out. In and Out. And slowly she slipped out of consciousness.
After what seemed like only moments, she opened her eyes to a boom. It was raining very hard. She sat up, rubbing her eyes. 'Wait...' she thought, 'Where is everyone? Oh, not again.' She knew that either it really was morning and her watch was lying, or that she was once again in the enchanted dream reality.
She hopped out of bed and saw that she was already dressed in exactly the outfit she would have chosen. She wore low slung jeans, a white tank top, and a black sweater. White flip-flops adorned her feet. She grabbed her wand from her back pocket, and walked down to the common room. Completely empty. No one here, so no harm in going out right?
She enjoyed the freedom of the empty castle. The fact that it was raining made it extraordinary. She wished she had some music. Then her jacket pocket became slightly heavier. She slipped the phones on her ears and pressed play.
"Cuz I'm here... ready to take it all here... everything's feeling unclear... I wish it was raining, cuz I hate every beautiful day...." She sang along with the lyrics, feeling liberated. She sang every bar until the music finally faded out. She rounded a corner to come face to face with Malfoy who was singing as well.
"Hey there stranger." She said jovially. "Whatcha got there?"
"Rooney. You?" He asked, flashing her a grin.
"I've got SugarCult. Trade ya?" She popped out her CD, offering it to him.
"No way." She looked disappointed but she put her CD back in place and closed the lid.
"So... Whatcha doin'?" She asked. He looked at her skeptically, though inside he was laughing at her feeble attempts to be nice. Was it really that hard to be nice to him?
"Not too much. You?" He tried to look into her eyes but she kept casting them elsewhere.
"Just chillin' like a villain..." She nodded her head. He looked at her with his eyebrows raised. "You know... Chillin' like a Villain? Gellin' like a Felon?" Since his eyes were still raised, she took it that he obviously didn't understand. She sighed and finally said "I'm just hanging out."
"Got it." He said, he tapped his foot a little. How did he possibly think they could be friends? They couldn't even talk. He would say one word and...
"Something about you has changed." She said, interrupting his thoughts.
"Is that a question or a statement?"
"A statement. But a question in that I don't quite know what..."
"I guess it would be pretty hard for you to figure out seeing as you don't know me." He said this but regretted it. She didn't look hurt but more... disappointed. Well what had she expected?
"You're right. I don't know you."
"It doesn't have to stay that way." He said sheepishly.
"What is that supposed to mean?" She looked at him questioningly, suppressing the smile playing at her lips.
"Just that..." Oh how she loved seeing him squirm. He looked very cute. Well... he looked cute all the time. But when he squirmed it was especially adorable. "Just that if you are willing to try, that is if you want to I mean, that we could... and I could maybe, you know."
"No... I don't know. How about you fill me in." She smiled widely.
"We could be friends is all I'm saying." He looked into her eyes and the smile disappeared. He looked so sincere. Too sincere to be a trick. He stood there, vulnerable, awaiting her answer. She stepped a little closer and stuck out her hand.
"Friends?" She nodded, never moving her eyes from his.
"Friends." He said as he shook her hand. They stopped shaking, but their hands didn't immediately drop. They both clung on, if only for a few seconds. Finally Hermione looked away, and the connection was broken. Their hands dropped to their sides and Draco became quite interesting in the fact that his pants were wrinkled. He turned away slightly, but she pulled him back.
"We need to start with the basics. Ready?" He nodded, unsure of what was coming. "Hey buddy! What's up?" She linked arms with him and they strode off down the empty hallways.
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~A/N~ OK so we have a groundwork now. Could get interesting from here... Suggestions? tell me in your review! love ya! *AmSam Malfoy