Does my bum look big in this?
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Chapter twenty: True Identity
Disclaimer: I own nothing, believe me!! Okay, now I just want to write this thing, I love writing romance, and believe me (again), this is DEFINITELY one romantic chapter (and fic, but that's besides the point). Now read on and keep one word in mind: REVIEW!
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Draco stared blankly at his food. It was the morning, and Dumbledore had just announced that Professor Malfoy had gone missing; therefore he himself would have to be replacing him for the remaining year. Draco was definitely listening to Dumbledore's morning news, but frankly, he couldn't care less.
He didn't get any sleep yesterday, no matter how hard he tried, and when he did eventually drift off slightly, the vision of Hermione still haunted his dreams. Dennis had been trying to get him to talk all morning, but had failed miserably.
"Oy, Draco, why don't you eat anything?" Crabbe said as he waddled up to Draco holding a chocolate muffin, Goyle straight behind him with another muffin. Dennis glared at them and began to throw soft-boiled eggs at both of them, making them cower and squeal.
"Get lost you dumb asses! No one wants you here, now just go up there, they've got better food than us!"
Crabbe and Goyle hurriedly scurried off, scared of any other soft-boiled egg bombs. Dennis turned back to Draco, who hadn't even noticed any of this happening. He was still staring down at the empty plate in front of him, not even a breadcrumb on it.
"Look Draco, aren't you going to eat anything?"
No reply came. It was as if he was lost in his own world of thoughts, lost in the darkness, so deep into it that he could never be pulled back into reality.
"Come on Draco, you need strength for today."
Still no reply came. Dennis frowned. He didn't like the people around him being upset, it made him upset as well, and he much preferred being hyper than being moody. Dennis sighed heavily and slowly walked away, Draco, in the state he was in, probably wouldn't even notice this.
And Dennis was absolutely correct. To be perfectly honest, Draco hadn't really noticed that Dennis was there in the first place. He was lost in his thoughts, too deep in them to notice anything around him anymore. A few minutes later, Draco fell to the floor. Somebody had just slapped him hard across the face. He glared as he looked up, the first reaction to anything since last night.
"Dwakie! Why didn't you kiss me good morning like I told you to?" Pansy asked, her face even more ugly now that she was frowning and trying to look mean.
Draco stopped glaring once he realised that it was only Parkinson, the blankness reappeared in his eyes. It seemed like he had some sort of barrier between himself and the rest of the world.
"What did you do to him Parkinson?" Harry asked forcefully, thrusting a wand in her face so that she staggered back in surprise. She pouted and scowled.
"Fine, I'll leave," Pansy cried. As she left, she turned back to Draco, "I'll be in the divination classroom if you need me Dwakie, and in case you forgot, it's our next lesson."
"Ha! He's not having any lessons you pompous arse!!! We asked Dumbledore!" Dennis yelled after her, drawing the entire hall's attention. Everyone began to stare at Harry, Dennis and Draco, their eyes filled with curiosity.
Harry rolled his eyes and muttered, "Great job Dennis."
Dennis gave him a thumbs up and a wink before joining Harry in helping Draco get up. Everyone continued to stare at them: The great Harry Potter helping his archenemy Draco Malfoy (even if it was only helping him get back to his feet)? That was definitely something you didn't see everyday. Dennis glared at them all and began to shout and swear at them all until they all either left for their next lesson, or turned away to continue eating or talking with their friends.
"Draco? Are you okay mate? Talk to me!" Dennis asked worriedly. Harry slung Draco's arm over his shoulder and Dennis did the same. Together, they tried to make him walk. It didn't work. Draco's legs dragged along the floor like he was disabled.
Now you may be thinking why on earth Harry is helping Draco. The reason is basically because the past can never be erased, no matter how hard you try to forget it. Harry had spent a lot of time with Orli, and they had been good friends. Even though Harry now knew Draco was Orli, he couldn't forget the fact that they had been good friends once, and maybe, just maybe, that friendship could continue, even with their differences.
"Come on Dennis, let's take him to Madam Pomfrey, she might know what to do with him."
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"Mr Malfoy? Mr Malfoy??? MR MALFOY PLEASE TALK TO ME!!" Madam Pomfrey practically screamed in his ear. No response came. Draco just wouldn't answer, no matter what anyone did, or said, he would not do anything to show that he had heard or saw.
Of course, just because he seemed to be like the living dead, it didn't mean that he was, and it certainly didn't mean that he wasn't thinking. In his mind his thoughts were racing - 'who am I? Why do I even care about her so much? Why am I still alive? Why do I deserve to be alive? How come I don't even know who in the heck I am anymore?'
So many questions, yet so little time.
Draco looked up at Harry. His mouth felt dry, and all the energy seemed to be drained from him. He took a deep breath and tried to speak as best as he could. Maybe they would understand what he was trying to do?
"Who . . . am I? Why . . . am I here?"
Harry frowned and turned to Dennis. They seemed to exchange awkward glances for a while before turning back to Draco.
"Don't you know who you are?" Harry asked anxiously.
Draco didn't reply, who was he kidding? They would never understand. People like Potter and Dougy just wouldn't understand what he was going through. They knew who they were, they knew what they were, they knew why they were born, but he didn't.
He stared into space and thought again and again, thinking harder each time. He needed time, but time is a precious thing and he felt as if every second of his life was a waste. He thought of the differences between the two sides of himself.
Old Draco was vain, loved himself to pieces and hardly ever thought of anyone else, and he wasn't all that quick a thinker. New Draco was more considerate, and it was he that was the one Hermione desired, but Old Draco thought Hermione was just a filthy useless mudblood and she was not worth all this hassle.
Draco stared at the window and saw his own reflection. He cringed and used the duvet cover from the hospital bed to cover his head, to stop him seeing what he was. From loving his reflection to hating it, that was how much he had really changed. Draco couldn't take it anymore; he couldn't even look at himself without shuddering and feeling the utmost displeasure.
Draco curled himself up into a ball and tried to think more. He could hear the door of the hospital wing creak open and footsteps echoing down the long, winding corridor. Harry and Dennis had probably left him to get some sleep, or thought that he needed some sleep. It didn't really make that much difference.
He closed his eyes tightly and prayed that he could think this through. No matter what his mind said about the 'mudblood' he knew that he couldn't let her slip away just like that.
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'A bright light was in front of Draco. He squinted at it and he could see Buttercup flying out from it. She floated in front of him, her face rid of her usual cheeky grin. She looked expressionless, her face like stone.
"You must choose now my dear boy, before all is lost, before all is forgotten . . ."
Her voice sounded like an echo a hundred miles away, a million miles away. It was distant and made Draco shiver with the cold and harsh tone.
"My path is neither."
Draco didn't even know what he was saying. The words just flowed out like water from a river. All around him, Draco could hear gasps from both the evil, devil side, and the light, angelic, side. Buttercup even looked slightly shocked.
"Are you sure?" She bellowed.
Draco nodded. "I know who I am, Buttercup."
"Then tell me, Draco Malfoy, tell me exactly who you are."
Buttercup's face suddenly morphed into Hermione's. Her hair flowed like an angels, her face glowed like a bright shining star. However, she looked as though she was going to cry, or weep, and she was floating in mid-air, hovering in front of the bright light, waiting for some sort of reply.
"Are you a Felton, or a Malfoy?" Hermione's voice rung in his ears again and again, echoing in his mind.
"I am neither light, nor dark, I am neither helpful, or useless, I'm not perfect, even though I may look it, I do care, even if I don't show it, I can't forget my history and start a new life, because that wouldn't be right, and as for your question, I am a Malfoy, I always will be and I can't change that, not even if I tried to."
Hermione seemed to rise even higher as tears began to stream down her pale face. "Why???" She screamed down at him, "Why Draco Malfoy??? Why?? I will never love you because you are not Orli!! . . . I wish you to be gone, I wish to never see you AGAIN!"'
Draco awoke in a puddle of cold sweat. He looked around himself. It was dark, very dark, and all he could see was the rain splattering from outside the window and the mist gathering on the horizon. Water could be heard dripping from a nearby tap, and Draco felt the eerie silence make his hairs stand on end.
He climbed out of bed and stood there for a few moments. After that dream, everything seemed so clear, everything seemed so straightforward. Maybe it was true that when your mind slept, it helped to gain control of things, make sense of the day's events, just maybe . . .
He laid his head in his hands as he shakily stood. That dream had made him realise who he really was, but if that was correct, then . . . was Hermione's reaction also correct? All he wanted was for her to be happy now, hopefully with him, but if she wasn't . . . maybe he should talk to her, but no, he couldn't do that, it just wasn't . . . him. What could he do to make her happy? What could he do to satisfy her?
He began to make his way slowly to the door, opening it slightly at first, and then extra slowly in case it began to creak. He looked around and tried to recall where the east tower - the highest tower in Hogwarts - was located. He had only been there once, and that was when his father had tried to smuggle him out to go to a secret deatheater meeting for up and coming deatheaters.
Breathing deeply, Draco ran through his plan in his mind. It was simple, very simple, and it would only take a matter of seconds for it to succeed.
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Okay, right . . . I have the ending sorted! Basically because the next chapter is the ending . . . I'll say my farewells then eh? Anyway, it might be slightly soppy etc. and I'm sorry if it is and you don't like soppy, but that's that I'm afraid.
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#KewWIGaL8th ~ Thank you for the review! Here's the update! Really hope that you enjoy this chapter!
#NewSecretRose ~ Lol, yeah, thanks, first for reading my profile, and second for reviewing! You have AOL? Well I really hope we can speak sometime! I'll be looking forward to it! Lol again, and I really hope you enjoy this chapter as well as the last! I really like you as a reviewer, so I hope you don't quit on me! (The end is the next chapter anyway, so really you don't have to wait that long).
#LythTaeraneth ~ Phew, when I first started reading your review, I got really scared that I forgot to thank you! But thank god I didn't, that was relief! I hope that if you're reading this, you'll enjoy it too! The end is so near! Actually, it's the next chapter . . .
#Loah ~ Hehe . . .
#Burgundyred ~ Lol, thanks for the review! I have the ending all sorted, but I really think its lame (the ending is the next chapter by the way)! I'm so glad that you think Hermione's in character, and also I didn't want to kill Lucius because . . . well, because. So I've left the choices open for the readers to decide what's to happen to him . . . I know he went suddenly, but I wanted to end this fic soon . . . as much as it saddens me.
#TOM-FELTON-IS-SEXY ~ Why thanks, lol, and by the way, your name DEFINITELY got my attention straight away! ^.~
#Some12 ~ Thanks! For the review, and what you said in it!! Here's the next chapter, I hope it's at least okay . . .
#NitenGale ~ It doesn't matter, the thought of reviewing was there, and that's all that matters I guess. The ending is sorted, and I've actually already started it (as it is the next chapter!) I can't believe this fic is ending so soon, but all things must come to an end some time . . .
#Dead Lenore ~ Thanks for this review, and I honestly don't mind if you don't review every single chapter, I mean, you've already reviewed the majority of this fic, and I am utterly grateful towards you for that. If you are able to read this chapter soon, I'm hoping that you'll enjoy it!
#Smileyface1314 ~ is it really that short? Oh I don't know, I just type and then get it over and done with, oh and I check it afterwards of course, in case I missed any words or anything. I think that's always good!
#ShortStuff10 ~ Hi! I should have reviewed your story, actually I'm positive I have! Also, I still haven't seen LOTR3 yet! I have to sometime though, sigh . . . and no, I haven't read Eragon. What is it?
#The lady Katherine ~ Hi! Anyway, it might be funny when you were reading, but I'm telling you it is serious! The reason being by the time people started to tell me that it was funny, I had already made up my mind to make it more serious, so there you go. Thanks for the review!
Chapter twenty: True Identity
Disclaimer: I own nothing, believe me!! Okay, now I just want to write this thing, I love writing romance, and believe me (again), this is DEFINITELY one romantic chapter (and fic, but that's besides the point). Now read on and keep one word in mind: REVIEW!
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Draco stared blankly at his food. It was the morning, and Dumbledore had just announced that Professor Malfoy had gone missing; therefore he himself would have to be replacing him for the remaining year. Draco was definitely listening to Dumbledore's morning news, but frankly, he couldn't care less.
He didn't get any sleep yesterday, no matter how hard he tried, and when he did eventually drift off slightly, the vision of Hermione still haunted his dreams. Dennis had been trying to get him to talk all morning, but had failed miserably.
"Oy, Draco, why don't you eat anything?" Crabbe said as he waddled up to Draco holding a chocolate muffin, Goyle straight behind him with another muffin. Dennis glared at them and began to throw soft-boiled eggs at both of them, making them cower and squeal.
"Get lost you dumb asses! No one wants you here, now just go up there, they've got better food than us!"
Crabbe and Goyle hurriedly scurried off, scared of any other soft-boiled egg bombs. Dennis turned back to Draco, who hadn't even noticed any of this happening. He was still staring down at the empty plate in front of him, not even a breadcrumb on it.
"Look Draco, aren't you going to eat anything?"
No reply came. It was as if he was lost in his own world of thoughts, lost in the darkness, so deep into it that he could never be pulled back into reality.
"Come on Draco, you need strength for today."
Still no reply came. Dennis frowned. He didn't like the people around him being upset, it made him upset as well, and he much preferred being hyper than being moody. Dennis sighed heavily and slowly walked away, Draco, in the state he was in, probably wouldn't even notice this.
And Dennis was absolutely correct. To be perfectly honest, Draco hadn't really noticed that Dennis was there in the first place. He was lost in his thoughts, too deep in them to notice anything around him anymore. A few minutes later, Draco fell to the floor. Somebody had just slapped him hard across the face. He glared as he looked up, the first reaction to anything since last night.
"Dwakie! Why didn't you kiss me good morning like I told you to?" Pansy asked, her face even more ugly now that she was frowning and trying to look mean.
Draco stopped glaring once he realised that it was only Parkinson, the blankness reappeared in his eyes. It seemed like he had some sort of barrier between himself and the rest of the world.
"What did you do to him Parkinson?" Harry asked forcefully, thrusting a wand in her face so that she staggered back in surprise. She pouted and scowled.
"Fine, I'll leave," Pansy cried. As she left, she turned back to Draco, "I'll be in the divination classroom if you need me Dwakie, and in case you forgot, it's our next lesson."
"Ha! He's not having any lessons you pompous arse!!! We asked Dumbledore!" Dennis yelled after her, drawing the entire hall's attention. Everyone began to stare at Harry, Dennis and Draco, their eyes filled with curiosity.
Harry rolled his eyes and muttered, "Great job Dennis."
Dennis gave him a thumbs up and a wink before joining Harry in helping Draco get up. Everyone continued to stare at them: The great Harry Potter helping his archenemy Draco Malfoy (even if it was only helping him get back to his feet)? That was definitely something you didn't see everyday. Dennis glared at them all and began to shout and swear at them all until they all either left for their next lesson, or turned away to continue eating or talking with their friends.
"Draco? Are you okay mate? Talk to me!" Dennis asked worriedly. Harry slung Draco's arm over his shoulder and Dennis did the same. Together, they tried to make him walk. It didn't work. Draco's legs dragged along the floor like he was disabled.
Now you may be thinking why on earth Harry is helping Draco. The reason is basically because the past can never be erased, no matter how hard you try to forget it. Harry had spent a lot of time with Orli, and they had been good friends. Even though Harry now knew Draco was Orli, he couldn't forget the fact that they had been good friends once, and maybe, just maybe, that friendship could continue, even with their differences.
"Come on Dennis, let's take him to Madam Pomfrey, she might know what to do with him."
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"Mr Malfoy? Mr Malfoy??? MR MALFOY PLEASE TALK TO ME!!" Madam Pomfrey practically screamed in his ear. No response came. Draco just wouldn't answer, no matter what anyone did, or said, he would not do anything to show that he had heard or saw.
Of course, just because he seemed to be like the living dead, it didn't mean that he was, and it certainly didn't mean that he wasn't thinking. In his mind his thoughts were racing - 'who am I? Why do I even care about her so much? Why am I still alive? Why do I deserve to be alive? How come I don't even know who in the heck I am anymore?'
So many questions, yet so little time.
Draco looked up at Harry. His mouth felt dry, and all the energy seemed to be drained from him. He took a deep breath and tried to speak as best as he could. Maybe they would understand what he was trying to do?
"Who . . . am I? Why . . . am I here?"
Harry frowned and turned to Dennis. They seemed to exchange awkward glances for a while before turning back to Draco.
"Don't you know who you are?" Harry asked anxiously.
Draco didn't reply, who was he kidding? They would never understand. People like Potter and Dougy just wouldn't understand what he was going through. They knew who they were, they knew what they were, they knew why they were born, but he didn't.
He stared into space and thought again and again, thinking harder each time. He needed time, but time is a precious thing and he felt as if every second of his life was a waste. He thought of the differences between the two sides of himself.
Old Draco was vain, loved himself to pieces and hardly ever thought of anyone else, and he wasn't all that quick a thinker. New Draco was more considerate, and it was he that was the one Hermione desired, but Old Draco thought Hermione was just a filthy useless mudblood and she was not worth all this hassle.
Draco stared at the window and saw his own reflection. He cringed and used the duvet cover from the hospital bed to cover his head, to stop him seeing what he was. From loving his reflection to hating it, that was how much he had really changed. Draco couldn't take it anymore; he couldn't even look at himself without shuddering and feeling the utmost displeasure.
Draco curled himself up into a ball and tried to think more. He could hear the door of the hospital wing creak open and footsteps echoing down the long, winding corridor. Harry and Dennis had probably left him to get some sleep, or thought that he needed some sleep. It didn't really make that much difference.
He closed his eyes tightly and prayed that he could think this through. No matter what his mind said about the 'mudblood' he knew that he couldn't let her slip away just like that.
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'A bright light was in front of Draco. He squinted at it and he could see Buttercup flying out from it. She floated in front of him, her face rid of her usual cheeky grin. She looked expressionless, her face like stone.
"You must choose now my dear boy, before all is lost, before all is forgotten . . ."
Her voice sounded like an echo a hundred miles away, a million miles away. It was distant and made Draco shiver with the cold and harsh tone.
"My path is neither."
Draco didn't even know what he was saying. The words just flowed out like water from a river. All around him, Draco could hear gasps from both the evil, devil side, and the light, angelic, side. Buttercup even looked slightly shocked.
"Are you sure?" She bellowed.
Draco nodded. "I know who I am, Buttercup."
"Then tell me, Draco Malfoy, tell me exactly who you are."
Buttercup's face suddenly morphed into Hermione's. Her hair flowed like an angels, her face glowed like a bright shining star. However, she looked as though she was going to cry, or weep, and she was floating in mid-air, hovering in front of the bright light, waiting for some sort of reply.
"Are you a Felton, or a Malfoy?" Hermione's voice rung in his ears again and again, echoing in his mind.
"I am neither light, nor dark, I am neither helpful, or useless, I'm not perfect, even though I may look it, I do care, even if I don't show it, I can't forget my history and start a new life, because that wouldn't be right, and as for your question, I am a Malfoy, I always will be and I can't change that, not even if I tried to."
Hermione seemed to rise even higher as tears began to stream down her pale face. "Why???" She screamed down at him, "Why Draco Malfoy??? Why?? I will never love you because you are not Orli!! . . . I wish you to be gone, I wish to never see you AGAIN!"'
Draco awoke in a puddle of cold sweat. He looked around himself. It was dark, very dark, and all he could see was the rain splattering from outside the window and the mist gathering on the horizon. Water could be heard dripping from a nearby tap, and Draco felt the eerie silence make his hairs stand on end.
He climbed out of bed and stood there for a few moments. After that dream, everything seemed so clear, everything seemed so straightforward. Maybe it was true that when your mind slept, it helped to gain control of things, make sense of the day's events, just maybe . . .
He laid his head in his hands as he shakily stood. That dream had made him realise who he really was, but if that was correct, then . . . was Hermione's reaction also correct? All he wanted was for her to be happy now, hopefully with him, but if she wasn't . . . maybe he should talk to her, but no, he couldn't do that, it just wasn't . . . him. What could he do to make her happy? What could he do to satisfy her?
He began to make his way slowly to the door, opening it slightly at first, and then extra slowly in case it began to creak. He looked around and tried to recall where the east tower - the highest tower in Hogwarts - was located. He had only been there once, and that was when his father had tried to smuggle him out to go to a secret deatheater meeting for up and coming deatheaters.
Breathing deeply, Draco ran through his plan in his mind. It was simple, very simple, and it would only take a matter of seconds for it to succeed.
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Okay, right . . . I have the ending sorted! Basically because the next chapter is the ending . . . I'll say my farewells then eh? Anyway, it might be slightly soppy etc. and I'm sorry if it is and you don't like soppy, but that's that I'm afraid.