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Okay now, I hoped you liked the (almost) kiss in the last chapter. In this chapter Draco reveals what went on with his father (a little bit) and why he was so horrible, his hand on Hermione's makes a big difference and Hermione has bottled her feelings up for so long that when Draco offers help she takes it and releases her feelings to him.
Did anyone watch "10 Things I Hate about You" last Saturday? It was on in Aussie (Australia) its soooooooo good and Heath Ledger is sooooooooooooo hot so it's really kool.
If anyone wants to email me about this story or any of my others or their stories or ANYTHING my email is heath_lover001@yahoo.com.au! I really appreciate emails and ideas on how to help me or suggestions for the plot. More thank yous at the bottom! I go back to school on Monday, lucky me! Hope you like it!***
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K.Rowling, the plot (and some places) belong to me. "Hands" belongs to the singer Jewel.
~*~*FOR NAT*~*~
A Meaningful Meeting
Ron and Harry were talking furtively and soundlessly so I couldn't hear them until I was up close, they both looked worried and Ron kept glancing from side to side. They didn't see me or hear me because I was so light now that I didn't make much noise, when I got up close I heard them talking.
"Well, I dunno where she'd be," Harry said, looking thoroughly worried, "She wasn't at breakfast and we didn't get to see her on the train, and she was avoiding us at the burrow and Grimmald Place, so, I dunno, I'm really worried about her!"
Ron glanced again to his right before speaking, "I am too! But what's worrying me the most is her having to be so close to that git Malfoy, who knows what he'd do! And I still don't understand why YOU weren't chosen to be Head Boy,"
Harry Paused, then said at great length, "Well, Dumbledore will have his reasons, but where could Hermione be? I talked to Ginny and she said that she saw her at the meeting and she wasn't herself at her all, oh no, where is she?"
Here I decided I should speak up; I was right behind Ron and piped up, "I'm here." Both of them jumped a mile! Ron spun around and Harry hugged me, wrapping his muscular arms around me, he let go after a minute only to have Ron, hug me! "What? I don't mean that much to you do I?" I asked, when both boys had let go of me,
"Yes, you do," Harry responded, "Come over here, how was your lesson? What subject did you have? What's Malfoy been like? I smash his head in if he's called you a mudblood!"
"Yea," Ron agreed, "But how was the meeting? What have you got next? Why weren't you at breakfast?"
"Hey, Slow down," I said, "My lesson was ok, I had Transfiguration, Dr-I mean Malfoy hasn't said anything to me, he's been alright, the meeting was good, I have a free next and I wasn't at breakfast because I woke up late and had to go to the meeting." I said this all in one breath, then looking at their stunned faces I added "Does that answer all of your questions?"
"Yea, I guess," Harry said, sitting down against the wall, with Ron following, I sat down in between them before Harry continued, "I have a free next and so does Ron, do you want to catch up then?"
I bit my lip, I wanted to, I did, really, but I'd already agreed to meet Draco, so I couldn't. I didn't know how to tell them.
"Ummm, I can't, sorry, I have to meet Malfoy. He asked me too."
I thought this wouldn't go so well with Harry and Ron, and I was right.
"That mangy git!" Exploded Ron,
"Fucking Hell, why Hermione? HE TRIED TO KILL YOU!! What do you think he's trying to do? Be friends with you? " yelled Harry.
Just then Professor Snape swept by, his greasy hair still the same. "My, My, My Potter," he said, "Forgetting the school rules already? It's only first day back, detention tonight Mr Potter, the dungeon, maybe that will stop you using foul language at school,"
At that he turned on me, "And our new Head Girl with people already disobeying the school rules? You had better watch you mouth Potter, especially when you are so near members of authority, you wouldn't want Miss Granger to be stripped of her badge now, would you?"
He then swept off, his usual look of hatred on his face.
"That-" Ron started before I cut him off,
"Ron, No, be careful! Snape would love a reason to give you a detention too," I took a deep breath as the bell rang, I'd have to meet Draco, I mean Malfoy soon. Goddamit! Why am I calling him Draco??
"I have to go, sorry," I said, "I'll see you at lunch,"
I walked off before either of them could do anything, I had to meet Malfoy.
* * * *
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* * * *
I reached to Portrait hole and paused, the picture was of a witch being burnt at the stake-she of corse would have done a simple fame freezing charm on the fire and would not be being burnt at all- but she was looking at me and then asked my if I knew the password,
"Ah, yea" I replied, not knowing if I wanted to go in there,
"Well what is it? If you don't know you can't come in!" she said in a very high and very shrill voice that could be quite annoying.
I paused, then decided I'd better go in, and give her the password.
"Evol si dnilb" I said and the portrait sprung open,
I stepped inside and saw Draco sitting near a fireplace, on a comfy looking lounge chair reading a book, beyond him was shelves and shelves of books, many that were very large and dusty. There was also a writing desk, a day- bed and other squishy armchairs, all decorated in the same navy blue that the bathroom was. When Draco heard the portrait open and me come in he got up, sat his book down and turned around, looked at me and nodded. His eyes were solemn and sad, but the darkness I had once seen in them was not back. I walked over a armchair next to his and felt sudden sadness wash over me, like a tidal wave of memories, realised that Harry was lucky in a way; he never new his parents long enough to remember them, he would never have to experience this grief that was now consuming me. I started to cry softly, not making a noise but an unchecked stream of tears cascading down my face. After a minute Draco spoke,
"Are you okay?" He asked, looking into my watery eyes and then speaking again, more softly and gently. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
I wiped my left eye with my hand and spoke to him a feeble and timid voice that even Ron and Harry had never heard, let alone him. "Why are you saying sorry?" I asked; my eyes cast downward on my skirt. "You never did anything, I'm sick of people saying that, like it's their fault or that they understand, but they don't."
Draco then reached over and put his hand on mine, I felt shivers down my spine and body started to tingle, that's how much his hand on mine affected me. "I know that," he said, even more softly then before and even more kind and caring. "But I do understand, but not completely. My mother is dead; my father is a death eater and all my other family support Voldemort, like my father. I have no-one, no-one." He voice trembled, then stopped, until now he'd been completely calm, speaking of his mother's death and Voldemort's name did not seem to deter him.
"My mother always loved me," Draco said, when he spoke again. "She protected me but my father hated me and he. . ." Draco trailed off and when he did not speak I felt inclined to continue.
"My parents loved me," I whispered, "We loved each other, we always went on holidays together, they missed me so much when I was at Hogwarts so when the summer holidays came we spent every minute together, they got so worried when I told them about. . ." I paused then continued. "About You- Know-Who and they came to find me when I ran off to find Harry." A tear rolled down my cheek and Draco held my hand tighter, his own trembling.
He got up and sat down next to me, leaning over he whispered in my ear. After a second I realised he was singing a song, his voice was good and the song was beautiful.
If I could tell the world just one thingit would be that we're all OKand not worry 'cause worry is wastefuland useless in times like these I won't be made uselessI won't be idle with despairI will gather myself around my faithfor light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I knowbut they're not yours, they are my ownbut they're not yours, they are my own and I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoesit didn't steal your laughterAnd heartache came to visit meBut I knew it wasn't ever after We'll fight, not out of spiteFor someone must stand up for what's right'Cause where there's a man who has no voice There ours shall go singing
My hands are small, I knowbut they're not yours, they are my ownbut they're not yours, they are my own and I am never broken
In then end only kindness matters In then end only kindness matters
I will get on my knees and I will pray I will get on my knees and I will pray I will get on my knees and I will pray
My hands are small, I knowbut they're not yours, they are my ownbut they're not yours, they are my own and I am never broken
My hands are small, I knowbut they're not yours, they are my ownbut they're not yours, they are my own and I am never broken We are never broken
We are
God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are
God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are
God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's Hands
We are God's Hands
He finished and pulled away but his hand was still on mine and his eye full of passion and love. It was so beautiful it made me cry even more, the tears trickled down and when Draco went to get up but pulled him down and rested my head on his shoulder, on wanting to let him go and after a long time of just sitting there he put his arm around me and I did not push him away but let his arm lay across my back and around my shoulder. He never let go of my hand and then when the bell rang for lunch he just kissed me lightly on the lips; he leaned in I felt protected by him, I knew he would never hurt me. I pulled my feet up and lay against him until we had to get up the next lesson; and even then he got up first, held out his hand and helped me up out of the chair, brushed a piece of hair out of my face and lead me out of the room, down the passageway and into our common room. I went down and got my books. When I came back into the common room he was waiting for me, he had not spoken since he sang me his song. He came up close and whispered in my ear,
"I have to go, but I'm always here, always. Don't forget that." He kissed me on the cheek and went to the portrait hole, pushed the portrait open and stepped out, glanced back me once more then walked off. I felt as if the world was ending but that I had found new life.
"In death we come to Life"
***OMG! I love this chapter and that saying! Hope you review PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!*I'M DOWN ON MY KNEES* Please! That song that Draco sang is called 'Hands', it is by Jewel and on her album 'Spirit' Here are some thank yous for reviews:
-DanishGirl, thank you and it WAS your smiling like a little child that got me too write more! Lol!
-katemmalestrange, thank you! I'm glad you thought it was good!
-UN-fOolisHed, I KNOW DRACOS HOT!! Ahh, hottie!! (LOL), I'll read your cousin's soon I promise, thanks!
THAT'S ONLY THREE!! PLZ, PLZ, PLZ MORE REVIEWS!!!!!!**I'll cry** Boo who!!
Luv Ya's all,
Loza (heath-lover)
Okay now, I hoped you liked the (almost) kiss in the last chapter. In this chapter Draco reveals what went on with his father (a little bit) and why he was so horrible, his hand on Hermione's makes a big difference and Hermione has bottled her feelings up for so long that when Draco offers help she takes it and releases her feelings to him.
Did anyone watch "10 Things I Hate about You" last Saturday? It was on in Aussie (Australia) its soooooooo good and Heath Ledger is sooooooooooooo hot so it's really kool.
If anyone wants to email me about this story or any of my others or their stories or ANYTHING my email is heath_lover001@yahoo.com.au! I really appreciate emails and ideas on how to help me or suggestions for the plot. More thank yous at the bottom! I go back to school on Monday, lucky me! Hope you like it!***
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K.Rowling, the plot (and some places) belong to me. "Hands" belongs to the singer Jewel.
~*~*FOR NAT*~*~
A Meaningful Meeting
Ron and Harry were talking furtively and soundlessly so I couldn't hear them until I was up close, they both looked worried and Ron kept glancing from side to side. They didn't see me or hear me because I was so light now that I didn't make much noise, when I got up close I heard them talking.
"Well, I dunno where she'd be," Harry said, looking thoroughly worried, "She wasn't at breakfast and we didn't get to see her on the train, and she was avoiding us at the burrow and Grimmald Place, so, I dunno, I'm really worried about her!"
Ron glanced again to his right before speaking, "I am too! But what's worrying me the most is her having to be so close to that git Malfoy, who knows what he'd do! And I still don't understand why YOU weren't chosen to be Head Boy,"
Harry Paused, then said at great length, "Well, Dumbledore will have his reasons, but where could Hermione be? I talked to Ginny and she said that she saw her at the meeting and she wasn't herself at her all, oh no, where is she?"
Here I decided I should speak up; I was right behind Ron and piped up, "I'm here." Both of them jumped a mile! Ron spun around and Harry hugged me, wrapping his muscular arms around me, he let go after a minute only to have Ron, hug me! "What? I don't mean that much to you do I?" I asked, when both boys had let go of me,
"Yes, you do," Harry responded, "Come over here, how was your lesson? What subject did you have? What's Malfoy been like? I smash his head in if he's called you a mudblood!"
"Yea," Ron agreed, "But how was the meeting? What have you got next? Why weren't you at breakfast?"
"Hey, Slow down," I said, "My lesson was ok, I had Transfiguration, Dr-I mean Malfoy hasn't said anything to me, he's been alright, the meeting was good, I have a free next and I wasn't at breakfast because I woke up late and had to go to the meeting." I said this all in one breath, then looking at their stunned faces I added "Does that answer all of your questions?"
"Yea, I guess," Harry said, sitting down against the wall, with Ron following, I sat down in between them before Harry continued, "I have a free next and so does Ron, do you want to catch up then?"
I bit my lip, I wanted to, I did, really, but I'd already agreed to meet Draco, so I couldn't. I didn't know how to tell them.
"Ummm, I can't, sorry, I have to meet Malfoy. He asked me too."
I thought this wouldn't go so well with Harry and Ron, and I was right.
"That mangy git!" Exploded Ron,
"Fucking Hell, why Hermione? HE TRIED TO KILL YOU!! What do you think he's trying to do? Be friends with you? " yelled Harry.
Just then Professor Snape swept by, his greasy hair still the same. "My, My, My Potter," he said, "Forgetting the school rules already? It's only first day back, detention tonight Mr Potter, the dungeon, maybe that will stop you using foul language at school,"
At that he turned on me, "And our new Head Girl with people already disobeying the school rules? You had better watch you mouth Potter, especially when you are so near members of authority, you wouldn't want Miss Granger to be stripped of her badge now, would you?"
He then swept off, his usual look of hatred on his face.
"That-" Ron started before I cut him off,
"Ron, No, be careful! Snape would love a reason to give you a detention too," I took a deep breath as the bell rang, I'd have to meet Draco, I mean Malfoy soon. Goddamit! Why am I calling him Draco??
"I have to go, sorry," I said, "I'll see you at lunch,"
I walked off before either of them could do anything, I had to meet Malfoy.
* * * *
~ ~ ~
* * * *
I reached to Portrait hole and paused, the picture was of a witch being burnt at the stake-she of corse would have done a simple fame freezing charm on the fire and would not be being burnt at all- but she was looking at me and then asked my if I knew the password,
"Ah, yea" I replied, not knowing if I wanted to go in there,
"Well what is it? If you don't know you can't come in!" she said in a very high and very shrill voice that could be quite annoying.
I paused, then decided I'd better go in, and give her the password.
"Evol si dnilb" I said and the portrait sprung open,
I stepped inside and saw Draco sitting near a fireplace, on a comfy looking lounge chair reading a book, beyond him was shelves and shelves of books, many that were very large and dusty. There was also a writing desk, a day- bed and other squishy armchairs, all decorated in the same navy blue that the bathroom was. When Draco heard the portrait open and me come in he got up, sat his book down and turned around, looked at me and nodded. His eyes were solemn and sad, but the darkness I had once seen in them was not back. I walked over a armchair next to his and felt sudden sadness wash over me, like a tidal wave of memories, realised that Harry was lucky in a way; he never new his parents long enough to remember them, he would never have to experience this grief that was now consuming me. I started to cry softly, not making a noise but an unchecked stream of tears cascading down my face. After a minute Draco spoke,
"Are you okay?" He asked, looking into my watery eyes and then speaking again, more softly and gently. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
I wiped my left eye with my hand and spoke to him a feeble and timid voice that even Ron and Harry had never heard, let alone him. "Why are you saying sorry?" I asked; my eyes cast downward on my skirt. "You never did anything, I'm sick of people saying that, like it's their fault or that they understand, but they don't."
Draco then reached over and put his hand on mine, I felt shivers down my spine and body started to tingle, that's how much his hand on mine affected me. "I know that," he said, even more softly then before and even more kind and caring. "But I do understand, but not completely. My mother is dead; my father is a death eater and all my other family support Voldemort, like my father. I have no-one, no-one." He voice trembled, then stopped, until now he'd been completely calm, speaking of his mother's death and Voldemort's name did not seem to deter him.
"My mother always loved me," Draco said, when he spoke again. "She protected me but my father hated me and he. . ." Draco trailed off and when he did not speak I felt inclined to continue.
"My parents loved me," I whispered, "We loved each other, we always went on holidays together, they missed me so much when I was at Hogwarts so when the summer holidays came we spent every minute together, they got so worried when I told them about. . ." I paused then continued. "About You- Know-Who and they came to find me when I ran off to find Harry." A tear rolled down my cheek and Draco held my hand tighter, his own trembling.
He got up and sat down next to me, leaning over he whispered in my ear. After a second I realised he was singing a song, his voice was good and the song was beautiful.
If I could tell the world just one thingit would be that we're all OKand not worry 'cause worry is wastefuland useless in times like these I won't be made uselessI won't be idle with despairI will gather myself around my faithfor light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I knowbut they're not yours, they are my ownbut they're not yours, they are my own and I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoesit didn't steal your laughterAnd heartache came to visit meBut I knew it wasn't ever after We'll fight, not out of spiteFor someone must stand up for what's right'Cause where there's a man who has no voice There ours shall go singing
My hands are small, I knowbut they're not yours, they are my ownbut they're not yours, they are my own and I am never broken
In then end only kindness matters In then end only kindness matters
I will get on my knees and I will pray I will get on my knees and I will pray I will get on my knees and I will pray
My hands are small, I knowbut they're not yours, they are my ownbut they're not yours, they are my own and I am never broken
My hands are small, I knowbut they're not yours, they are my ownbut they're not yours, they are my own and I am never broken We are never broken
We are
God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are
God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are
God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's Hands
We are God's Hands
He finished and pulled away but his hand was still on mine and his eye full of passion and love. It was so beautiful it made me cry even more, the tears trickled down and when Draco went to get up but pulled him down and rested my head on his shoulder, on wanting to let him go and after a long time of just sitting there he put his arm around me and I did not push him away but let his arm lay across my back and around my shoulder. He never let go of my hand and then when the bell rang for lunch he just kissed me lightly on the lips; he leaned in I felt protected by him, I knew he would never hurt me. I pulled my feet up and lay against him until we had to get up the next lesson; and even then he got up first, held out his hand and helped me up out of the chair, brushed a piece of hair out of my face and lead me out of the room, down the passageway and into our common room. I went down and got my books. When I came back into the common room he was waiting for me, he had not spoken since he sang me his song. He came up close and whispered in my ear,
"I have to go, but I'm always here, always. Don't forget that." He kissed me on the cheek and went to the portrait hole, pushed the portrait open and stepped out, glanced back me once more then walked off. I felt as if the world was ending but that I had found new life.
"In death we come to Life"
***OMG! I love this chapter and that saying! Hope you review PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!*I'M DOWN ON MY KNEES* Please! That song that Draco sang is called 'Hands', it is by Jewel and on her album 'Spirit' Here are some thank yous for reviews:
-DanishGirl, thank you and it WAS your smiling like a little child that got me too write more! Lol!
-katemmalestrange, thank you! I'm glad you thought it was good!
-UN-fOolisHed, I KNOW DRACOS HOT!! Ahh, hottie!! (LOL), I'll read your cousin's soon I promise, thanks!
THAT'S ONLY THREE!! PLZ, PLZ, PLZ MORE REVIEWS!!!!!!**I'll cry** Boo who!!
Luv Ya's all,
Loza (heath-lover)