Pansy Parkinson watched Draco Malfoy from across the common room. He was
sitting in the corner, chatting wuietly with Crabbe and Goyle. It'd been a
month since he'd lost Felicity, but he still led his life quietly, his bad-
boy image barely holdong on anymore. Everyone had seen a different side of
Draco when Felicity died, and Pansy could see the old Draco sparkling in
his eyes as he left out a small laugh- something very rare.
"You know," she said to Helen Lenger. "I think I liked him better before all of this." Helen nodded."It's so sad about Felicity, though," Helen added softly. "It really tore him up." Pansy glanced over at her, then looked back at Draco. "The girl killed herself, Helen- there had to of been something to merit suicide." "What'd'you mean?" "I mean Draco had to have known the girl had problems- but what did he do? Nothing. Except use her for a good fuck now and then." Helen's face twisted into one of disgust. "I don't know how in the world you can still be jealous of her, Pansy," she said hastily, standing up. "I hope you burn in hell for saying something so horrible." Helen stomped away, exiting the common room.
Pansy just looked back over at Draco, a lustful look in her eyes. 'I'll have him,' she thought, 'I'll have him if it's the last thing I do.'
***
Draco sat alone in the Slytherin common room, examining a picture in his hand. Felicity smiled brightly and blew kisses at him from the frame, her memory caught in time. The candlelight bounced off the glass, reflecting in his eyes. "I love you, Felicity," he whispered, touching the glass with his fingers. There was a sudden sound by the girls' dormitory entrance, and Draco looked up to see Pansy Parkinson standing there. Niether of them said a word as Pansy glided over to him, lowering herself down onto the sofa next to him. "I miss you, Draco," she whispered, scooting closer to him. "I miss the old you."
"We all miss things, Pansy," Draco said, putting the picture facedown on the table beside the sofa. "That's the way life goes." "You've gotta let her go," Pansy said, turning his face towards her. "Let her go." "Easier said then done." "What is it worth to hang onto a memory, while you could be making more?" Pansy's eyes flashed, her finger tracing his lips. Draco pushed her hand away. "I loved her." "She's in the past." "No, Pansy, she'll never be in the past." "Well you better find a fucking better way to live." Draco just stared into her black eyes as they flashed and glinted in the candlelight. Pansy's hand felt it's way up to his shoulder, and around his neck, pulling his lips towards hers. She pulled him into a passionate kiss, pressing his lips open with hers. Her hands crept down his robes, reaching for the top of his pants.
Draco pushed her hand away and shoved her back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Fuck off, Pansy." "I know you did it with her, Draco," Pansy said, pushing him down into a laying position and leaning across him. "Why not with me?" Her lips met his again, and her hand crept back to his pants. She pulled a fast one and slipped them off of him, letting the drop to the floor. She took off her own robes, throwing them down beside his. He watched in silence as she slipped off his boxers, smiling as she slid down him, her lips touching his skin. He pushed her away, just as she went to give him what any other guy would kill for. "I said fuck off." Draco slipped his boxers back on and gathered up his clothes, walking towards the boys' dormitory, leaving the half-naked Pansy sitting dumstruck on the couch.
***
Hermione was walking through the hallway, a note in her hand. She examined the small piece of parchment, reading the words to herself : "Meet me at 8 in the empty classroom on the fifth floor. We need to talk." Draco had scribbled his name at the bottom before shoving it into her hand when he passed by her earlier that day. Hermione turned a corner, looking down the next hallway. One of the doors was slightly open, nothing but darkness coming from inside it. Hermione walked slowly towards it, before cautiously opening it and going inside. Hermione saw Draco sitting on the corner of one of the tables, his legs hanging off of it, his arms folded across his chest. Hermione shut the door behind her, putting the note back into her pocket. "You wanted to talk to me?" Draco looked up at her and nodded, getting off the table.
He gestured towards the chairs at the table, and they both took a seat. After a long awkward silence, Draco spoke. "When Felicity died, she wrote me this letter." Draco pulled the crumpled and worn piece of parchment from inside his robes, handing it to her. Hermione opened it, reading it with pain in her heart. "I never knew how bad she felt. I never knew about her pain. She never told me- I guess she was hiding it...not just from me, either. She was hiding it from the world." Hermione finished reading the letter and set it down on the table. "I am praying you don't blame yourself for this, Draco," she said softly, gazing into his eyes. He didn't answer. "Felicity would want you to be happy, she says it here," Hermione said, pointing at the letter. "She loved you. She would never want to see you in pain." The room was silent. Long moments passed by, Hermione's mind ticking. "Draco," she said softly. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with pain. "Why me?" Draco just stared at her. Why her? Because Felicity had taught him something so valuable, something so precious that he would never let it go- and never again would he let his ego stand in the way of a beautiful relationship. "Because I thought I could trust you." He said to her, staring into her eyes. "You know you can." Hermione said, blinking back tears.
"You know, we had more then just a physical relationship- it ran so deep that I now feel so bloody alone I could die." "You musn't say such things." "Easy for you to say, you don't know how it feels." "But I am trying to help. I don't need to know how it feels to attempt at giving you some comfort." Draco considered this. He knew she was right. She always was. She reminded him of Felicity a bit; with her deep thoughts and meaningful words- it was like having a conversation with her again. Just like old times.
Another long silence passed before Draco spoke again. "Pansy tried to seduce me last night, you know." Hermione looked shocked. "She did not." Draco nodded. "She claimed I needed to let Felicity go, gabbing on about making NEW memories." "You musn't let people like that get to you," Hermione said. "They'll be the ones facing the consquences once you've realized thier game." Draco looked up at her again, lifting his head from it's position in his hand. He leaned closer to her, taking her in. "Thank you." He said, his voice barely a whisper. Their eyes closed as their lips met, exchanging a gentle kiss. Draco pulled away, scolding himself inside his head. "I-I'm sorry..." He mumbled, standing up. "I think I'd better go." Draco left the room, leaving a very confused Hermione sitting alone in the darkness.
***
"Hermione?" Harry looked up at her from his seat on the couch. "What are you doing up?" "I was talking with someone." Harry's expression didn't change, he just scooted over and patted the seat next to him. Hermione sat down, sighing as she did. Harry unnoticably scooted closer to her, his hand brushing hers.
"You okay?" He asked her, noticing she hadn't acknowledged him yet.
"Fine."
"Are you sure?"
Hermione nodded, looking over at him.
"I'm just still sorting things out."
"What'd'you mean?"
"What with Felicity and everything....life has been...different."
"You didn't even know her."
"But her death effected me all the same."
Harry scooted even closer to her, pressing against her. He took her chin in has hand, turning her face towards him. "There's something I have to tell you." Hermione swallowed. What now? she thought. "I've been holding it back for too long." Hermione just looked nervously into his eyes as his face came closer and closer to hers. "I love you, Hermione." Harry said, and she could feel his breath on her face. Their lips touched, his hand still on her chin. Hermione fell into the kiss, letting him take her over. Soon, he'd laid her down on the couch, still kissing her. His hand crept up her shirt, and she could feel his heart beating against hers. A face came into her mind, making her suddenly push Harry away.
"What's wrong?" Harry said, looking down at her. Hermione closed her eyes, trying to push Draco's face from her mind. She sat up, resting her elbows on her knees and covering her face with ehr hands. "I'm sorry, Harry," she said, getting up. "I can't do this."
***
"Draco!" Millicent Bulstrode called to him as she came running down the steps and out through the girls' dormitory entrance. "Draco, look!" Draco walked over to her and examined the small black notebook in her hand. "What is that?" He said, looking up at her. "I was picking up around the room and I found it. It's Felicity's diary."
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"You know," she said to Helen Lenger. "I think I liked him better before all of this." Helen nodded."It's so sad about Felicity, though," Helen added softly. "It really tore him up." Pansy glanced over at her, then looked back at Draco. "The girl killed herself, Helen- there had to of been something to merit suicide." "What'd'you mean?" "I mean Draco had to have known the girl had problems- but what did he do? Nothing. Except use her for a good fuck now and then." Helen's face twisted into one of disgust. "I don't know how in the world you can still be jealous of her, Pansy," she said hastily, standing up. "I hope you burn in hell for saying something so horrible." Helen stomped away, exiting the common room.
Pansy just looked back over at Draco, a lustful look in her eyes. 'I'll have him,' she thought, 'I'll have him if it's the last thing I do.'
***
Draco sat alone in the Slytherin common room, examining a picture in his hand. Felicity smiled brightly and blew kisses at him from the frame, her memory caught in time. The candlelight bounced off the glass, reflecting in his eyes. "I love you, Felicity," he whispered, touching the glass with his fingers. There was a sudden sound by the girls' dormitory entrance, and Draco looked up to see Pansy Parkinson standing there. Niether of them said a word as Pansy glided over to him, lowering herself down onto the sofa next to him. "I miss you, Draco," she whispered, scooting closer to him. "I miss the old you."
"We all miss things, Pansy," Draco said, putting the picture facedown on the table beside the sofa. "That's the way life goes." "You've gotta let her go," Pansy said, turning his face towards her. "Let her go." "Easier said then done." "What is it worth to hang onto a memory, while you could be making more?" Pansy's eyes flashed, her finger tracing his lips. Draco pushed her hand away. "I loved her." "She's in the past." "No, Pansy, she'll never be in the past." "Well you better find a fucking better way to live." Draco just stared into her black eyes as they flashed and glinted in the candlelight. Pansy's hand felt it's way up to his shoulder, and around his neck, pulling his lips towards hers. She pulled him into a passionate kiss, pressing his lips open with hers. Her hands crept down his robes, reaching for the top of his pants.
Draco pushed her hand away and shoved her back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Fuck off, Pansy." "I know you did it with her, Draco," Pansy said, pushing him down into a laying position and leaning across him. "Why not with me?" Her lips met his again, and her hand crept back to his pants. She pulled a fast one and slipped them off of him, letting the drop to the floor. She took off her own robes, throwing them down beside his. He watched in silence as she slipped off his boxers, smiling as she slid down him, her lips touching his skin. He pushed her away, just as she went to give him what any other guy would kill for. "I said fuck off." Draco slipped his boxers back on and gathered up his clothes, walking towards the boys' dormitory, leaving the half-naked Pansy sitting dumstruck on the couch.
***
Hermione was walking through the hallway, a note in her hand. She examined the small piece of parchment, reading the words to herself : "Meet me at 8 in the empty classroom on the fifth floor. We need to talk." Draco had scribbled his name at the bottom before shoving it into her hand when he passed by her earlier that day. Hermione turned a corner, looking down the next hallway. One of the doors was slightly open, nothing but darkness coming from inside it. Hermione walked slowly towards it, before cautiously opening it and going inside. Hermione saw Draco sitting on the corner of one of the tables, his legs hanging off of it, his arms folded across his chest. Hermione shut the door behind her, putting the note back into her pocket. "You wanted to talk to me?" Draco looked up at her and nodded, getting off the table.
He gestured towards the chairs at the table, and they both took a seat. After a long awkward silence, Draco spoke. "When Felicity died, she wrote me this letter." Draco pulled the crumpled and worn piece of parchment from inside his robes, handing it to her. Hermione opened it, reading it with pain in her heart. "I never knew how bad she felt. I never knew about her pain. She never told me- I guess she was hiding it...not just from me, either. She was hiding it from the world." Hermione finished reading the letter and set it down on the table. "I am praying you don't blame yourself for this, Draco," she said softly, gazing into his eyes. He didn't answer. "Felicity would want you to be happy, she says it here," Hermione said, pointing at the letter. "She loved you. She would never want to see you in pain." The room was silent. Long moments passed by, Hermione's mind ticking. "Draco," she said softly. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with pain. "Why me?" Draco just stared at her. Why her? Because Felicity had taught him something so valuable, something so precious that he would never let it go- and never again would he let his ego stand in the way of a beautiful relationship. "Because I thought I could trust you." He said to her, staring into her eyes. "You know you can." Hermione said, blinking back tears.
"You know, we had more then just a physical relationship- it ran so deep that I now feel so bloody alone I could die." "You musn't say such things." "Easy for you to say, you don't know how it feels." "But I am trying to help. I don't need to know how it feels to attempt at giving you some comfort." Draco considered this. He knew she was right. She always was. She reminded him of Felicity a bit; with her deep thoughts and meaningful words- it was like having a conversation with her again. Just like old times.
Another long silence passed before Draco spoke again. "Pansy tried to seduce me last night, you know." Hermione looked shocked. "She did not." Draco nodded. "She claimed I needed to let Felicity go, gabbing on about making NEW memories." "You musn't let people like that get to you," Hermione said. "They'll be the ones facing the consquences once you've realized thier game." Draco looked up at her again, lifting his head from it's position in his hand. He leaned closer to her, taking her in. "Thank you." He said, his voice barely a whisper. Their eyes closed as their lips met, exchanging a gentle kiss. Draco pulled away, scolding himself inside his head. "I-I'm sorry..." He mumbled, standing up. "I think I'd better go." Draco left the room, leaving a very confused Hermione sitting alone in the darkness.
***
"Hermione?" Harry looked up at her from his seat on the couch. "What are you doing up?" "I was talking with someone." Harry's expression didn't change, he just scooted over and patted the seat next to him. Hermione sat down, sighing as she did. Harry unnoticably scooted closer to her, his hand brushing hers.
"You okay?" He asked her, noticing she hadn't acknowledged him yet.
"Fine."
"Are you sure?"
Hermione nodded, looking over at him.
"I'm just still sorting things out."
"What'd'you mean?"
"What with Felicity and everything....life has been...different."
"You didn't even know her."
"But her death effected me all the same."
Harry scooted even closer to her, pressing against her. He took her chin in has hand, turning her face towards him. "There's something I have to tell you." Hermione swallowed. What now? she thought. "I've been holding it back for too long." Hermione just looked nervously into his eyes as his face came closer and closer to hers. "I love you, Hermione." Harry said, and she could feel his breath on her face. Their lips touched, his hand still on her chin. Hermione fell into the kiss, letting him take her over. Soon, he'd laid her down on the couch, still kissing her. His hand crept up her shirt, and she could feel his heart beating against hers. A face came into her mind, making her suddenly push Harry away.
"What's wrong?" Harry said, looking down at her. Hermione closed her eyes, trying to push Draco's face from her mind. She sat up, resting her elbows on her knees and covering her face with ehr hands. "I'm sorry, Harry," she said, getting up. "I can't do this."
***
"Draco!" Millicent Bulstrode called to him as she came running down the steps and out through the girls' dormitory entrance. "Draco, look!" Draco walked over to her and examined the small black notebook in her hand. "What is that?" He said, looking up at her. "I was picking up around the room and I found it. It's Felicity's diary."
~*~
What kind of stuff is in that diary? You'll see- in the next chapter....
reviews!!! reviews please!!! i need more or else i'll be waiting longer in betwen chapters to update....
love yas
sara