Title: I'm Not as Gone as You Think
Censor: PG-13
Chapter 3: Draco Malfoy
Hermione had gone a few days without any terrible outbreaks of crying. Malfoy knew what was bothering her. He wanted to make it worse. He'd tell her about Bellatrix Lestrange and how they knew each other very well. It was the perfect plan. The evening had just begun and dinner was served. Dumbledore was happier than usual, probably at the sight of Hermione not crying. Malfoy couldn't wait any longer. He got up from his table to go ruin her day.
"Can I have a word with you, you filthy mudblood?" Malfoy asked politely, but rubbed in the 'filthy mudblood'. Her eyes searched his body. His hand was clenched around his wand that resided in his pocket, making a bulge in his robes. His Slytherin robes hung loosely off his shoulders. Hermione thought about her reply.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing more than a mere chat." That was a complete lie. His eyes gleamed as he said it.
"What?"
"What?"
"What do you want, moron?!?"
"So... have you seen any of the Lestranges lately? Bellatrix and I were very good friends! Now she's in Azkaban, but she'll get out!"
"SHUT THE F*** UP WILL YOU?????" The teachers were surprised at this sudden outburst of cursing coming from their best student.
"No I don't think I will! Black is never, yes NEVER, coming back and you and I know it!"
"I HATE YOU!!! YOU'RE SUCH AN EVIL BASTARD!!!" Hermione slapped him across his face, leaving a large red mark. His hand shot up and rubbed the mark, wincing in pain. She started to leave, but he wouldn't let her. The teachers were still in shock from the language.
"OH NO YOU DON'T! YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!! EXPELLIARMUS!!" Malfoy bellowed.
Hermione went flying towards one of the enormous walls. She hit it with a sickening crunch and slid down onto the floor. Blood was trickling down her face. Everyone sat there in silence for a few minutes, waiting for her to do something. Her eyes were getting wider and angrier at the second.
Malfoy stood there and smirked. He glanced up at the staff table, who looked very disturbed. Next he looked towards the Slytherins who all had nasty grins on. They looked very happy at what he did with the 'mudblood know-it-all'.
Hermione finally decided to move. She got up and looked Malfoy straight in the eyes. Her glare was her 'death gaze'. It could probably kill a Death Eater in one shot. Malfoy just smirked back at her. Her thoughts jumped to Sirius. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. She tried to blink them back, but one escaped. It glided down her cheek and splashed on the floor. It was so silent you could hear it falling. Soon many of them came down like rain.
Hermione ran out the Great Hall doors. She bolted up the stairs to the library. She knew no one would be there. Paintings watched her run by without even a hello. She made it to the library, tears still streaming down. Naturally, she went to her favorite isle, History. She sat at a musty table, as her emotions poured out of her.
She felt a strong muscular arm pull her to someone. He was fit and warm. Hermione snuggled into his soft chest as his arms were wrapped around her. She wanted to ask whom the man was, but she was too comfortable to actually do it.
~A/n~
O! The suspense is killing me! Hehe. =P. Who is it? Why is it? Where is it? What is it? When is it? The five W's!!!!!!!!!!!
Siriusis4ever
Censor: PG-13
Chapter 3: Draco Malfoy
Hermione had gone a few days without any terrible outbreaks of crying. Malfoy knew what was bothering her. He wanted to make it worse. He'd tell her about Bellatrix Lestrange and how they knew each other very well. It was the perfect plan. The evening had just begun and dinner was served. Dumbledore was happier than usual, probably at the sight of Hermione not crying. Malfoy couldn't wait any longer. He got up from his table to go ruin her day.
"Can I have a word with you, you filthy mudblood?" Malfoy asked politely, but rubbed in the 'filthy mudblood'. Her eyes searched his body. His hand was clenched around his wand that resided in his pocket, making a bulge in his robes. His Slytherin robes hung loosely off his shoulders. Hermione thought about her reply.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing more than a mere chat." That was a complete lie. His eyes gleamed as he said it.
"What?"
"What?"
"What do you want, moron?!?"
"So... have you seen any of the Lestranges lately? Bellatrix and I were very good friends! Now she's in Azkaban, but she'll get out!"
"SHUT THE F*** UP WILL YOU?????" The teachers were surprised at this sudden outburst of cursing coming from their best student.
"No I don't think I will! Black is never, yes NEVER, coming back and you and I know it!"
"I HATE YOU!!! YOU'RE SUCH AN EVIL BASTARD!!!" Hermione slapped him across his face, leaving a large red mark. His hand shot up and rubbed the mark, wincing in pain. She started to leave, but he wouldn't let her. The teachers were still in shock from the language.
"OH NO YOU DON'T! YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!! EXPELLIARMUS!!" Malfoy bellowed.
Hermione went flying towards one of the enormous walls. She hit it with a sickening crunch and slid down onto the floor. Blood was trickling down her face. Everyone sat there in silence for a few minutes, waiting for her to do something. Her eyes were getting wider and angrier at the second.
Malfoy stood there and smirked. He glanced up at the staff table, who looked very disturbed. Next he looked towards the Slytherins who all had nasty grins on. They looked very happy at what he did with the 'mudblood know-it-all'.
Hermione finally decided to move. She got up and looked Malfoy straight in the eyes. Her glare was her 'death gaze'. It could probably kill a Death Eater in one shot. Malfoy just smirked back at her. Her thoughts jumped to Sirius. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. She tried to blink them back, but one escaped. It glided down her cheek and splashed on the floor. It was so silent you could hear it falling. Soon many of them came down like rain.
Hermione ran out the Great Hall doors. She bolted up the stairs to the library. She knew no one would be there. Paintings watched her run by without even a hello. She made it to the library, tears still streaming down. Naturally, she went to her favorite isle, History. She sat at a musty table, as her emotions poured out of her.
She felt a strong muscular arm pull her to someone. He was fit and warm. Hermione snuggled into his soft chest as his arms were wrapped around her. She wanted to ask whom the man was, but she was too comfortable to actually do it.
~A/n~
O! The suspense is killing me! Hehe. =P. Who is it? Why is it? Where is it? What is it? When is it? The five W's!!!!!!!!!!!
Siriusis4ever