Disclaimer: I dont own any of the Harry Potter chars.
A/N:k i know i've long since updated this one, an started another. but it will take me longer to update this paticular story if i dont get any reviews. To my one reviewer Nicholas Cottrell, this chap is dedicated to you, an sorry i'll work on the POV thing.
~*Warm Darkness*~
Chapter Two
I walked down the seeminglly endless halls, memories of my family and friends flooding my mind. But then, all of the sudden they just stopped. And I saw Draco sitting in front of me telling me...
To move on...
HIs parents too were dead...
He liked me and wanted to go out with me...
Trying to tell me of his relationship with his father...
"He's right you know," said a voice in the back of her head.
"How am I sposed to believe it? He's hated me for so long and randomly out of nowhere I'm just spose to forgive and forget what if its a trick?"
"What if its not?"
She could no longer argued with herself. She remembered the sinserety that she could see in his eyes.
But what about Ron? He was dead now he certainly wouldnt aprove of her seeing Draco. He had hated him more than Draco suposedly hated her.
"You know that for sure Hermione?"
She looked up and floating in front of her was a transparent form of her now diseased best friend. "Ron?!"
"He's right Hermione you have to move on.Its been almost a year now."
"How can I move on? Everyone I love and care about is dead."
"Harry is still alive, depressed but alive and in need of your help to pull him out of his downward sprial. And you have your life. A precious thing. You cant replace the people you lost, but you can move o and make more friends. And Mya, if you like Draco and want to go out with him, dont let the feuds he and I had years ago get in the way of that. I can tell you right now that his feelings for you are genuine."
She nodded, "Okay Ron. For you I'll try."
He floated away a single solitary tear slid down her cheek and she knew she would never see Ron in her living life again.
That night she lay awake in her bed. Listening to her own breathing as well as Lavenders, and the quiet storms that could be heard from outside. A mixed of Ron's words and Draco's words echoiing in her mind.
Meanwhile...
Draco shot up out of bed. He opened his eyes to see the ghost of Roon Weasley floating above his bed, watching him.
"Well well if it isnt Malfoy."
"What are you doing here Weasley, you're suposed to be dead."
"Nice to see you too mate."
"Mate?"
"Well if your goin to date my best friend I recken we need to get along."
"I'm not goin to date her. She doesnt want to date me or forgive me."
"She will Draco. She will. She knows she has to move on. She knows she has to dig herself out of this hole she put herself into, and that you are the only one who cant help her."
"I would if I could but she doesnt want my help. She hates me and doesnt want anything to do with me."
"Look Draco I'll help you. But you have to take it slow with her. Dont just expect her to up and go on a full out date with her in town. Small things."
"Alright Weasley, but I make no promises."
A/N:k i know i've long since updated this one, an started another. but it will take me longer to update this paticular story if i dont get any reviews. To my one reviewer Nicholas Cottrell, this chap is dedicated to you, an sorry i'll work on the POV thing.
~*Warm Darkness*~
Chapter Two
I walked down the seeminglly endless halls, memories of my family and friends flooding my mind. But then, all of the sudden they just stopped. And I saw Draco sitting in front of me telling me...
To move on...
HIs parents too were dead...
He liked me and wanted to go out with me...
Trying to tell me of his relationship with his father...
"He's right you know," said a voice in the back of her head.
"How am I sposed to believe it? He's hated me for so long and randomly out of nowhere I'm just spose to forgive and forget what if its a trick?"
"What if its not?"
She could no longer argued with herself. She remembered the sinserety that she could see in his eyes.
But what about Ron? He was dead now he certainly wouldnt aprove of her seeing Draco. He had hated him more than Draco suposedly hated her.
"You know that for sure Hermione?"
She looked up and floating in front of her was a transparent form of her now diseased best friend. "Ron?!"
"He's right Hermione you have to move on.Its been almost a year now."
"How can I move on? Everyone I love and care about is dead."
"Harry is still alive, depressed but alive and in need of your help to pull him out of his downward sprial. And you have your life. A precious thing. You cant replace the people you lost, but you can move o and make more friends. And Mya, if you like Draco and want to go out with him, dont let the feuds he and I had years ago get in the way of that. I can tell you right now that his feelings for you are genuine."
She nodded, "Okay Ron. For you I'll try."
He floated away a single solitary tear slid down her cheek and she knew she would never see Ron in her living life again.
That night she lay awake in her bed. Listening to her own breathing as well as Lavenders, and the quiet storms that could be heard from outside. A mixed of Ron's words and Draco's words echoiing in her mind.
Meanwhile...
Draco shot up out of bed. He opened his eyes to see the ghost of Roon Weasley floating above his bed, watching him.
"Well well if it isnt Malfoy."
"What are you doing here Weasley, you're suposed to be dead."
"Nice to see you too mate."
"Mate?"
"Well if your goin to date my best friend I recken we need to get along."
"I'm not goin to date her. She doesnt want to date me or forgive me."
"She will Draco. She will. She knows she has to move on. She knows she has to dig herself out of this hole she put herself into, and that you are the only one who cant help her."
"I would if I could but she doesnt want my help. She hates me and doesnt want anything to do with me."
"Look Draco I'll help you. But you have to take it slow with her. Dont just expect her to up and go on a full out date with her in town. Small things."
"Alright Weasley, but I make no promises."