Chapter 14
The Weeks Before and the Day Of
A couple weeks before the White Knight had come to capture Ron there was turmoil in the halls of Hogwarts. The whole school was told that Harry and Ron had some family crisis that they had to attend to. The only two people who knew the real deal were the only ones with the most trouble.
"Hermione," Draco called as he waved to her coming down the corridors.
"Hey," she replied not too happily.
Although they, still, despised each other, Draco and Hermione were making efforts to be friends. Malfoy knew the hard time that Hermione must have been going through, and he was doing a good job of making her feel better. But what Hermione didn't know, is that Malfoy was going through just as a rough time. Today she noticed that his eyes were damp from crying.
"What's wrong," she asked, forgetting her own problems.
"May I talk to you?" there was sadness in his voice that was as clear as a bell.
"Yea, sure, Draco. Come on, let's talk in here," she dragged him into a dark classroom with books scattered across the floor. When she closed the door Malfoy fell to the floor bawling loudly.
"Today's the day," he whimpered.
"What's today, Malfoy?"
"It's been a year that my mother's been dead now. A year ago from today she was killed!"
"Oh, Malfoy," she had tears in her eyes herself as she saw a 15 year old Slytherin boy crying over his mother. It was a terrible sight, and a new side of Malfoy.
"She was just trying to protect us! Why did he kill her?"
"What did who do?"
"Voldemort! He took her life! She just died in my arms!"
"Tell me what happened..."
He whipped his tears and sniffled his nose as he recalled that horrid day. "It was... a year ago from today. I was sitting in Defense Against the Dark Arts when I received a letter from my father to come home immediately, 'it's time' the letter said. So when I arrived home I went down to the basement since no one was above. When I was down there, there were thousands of black-coated men, only one was not hooded and that was my father. He made me stand beside him as another man entered the room. Everyone bowed as he did, it was no doubt Voldemort. He came in slowly and made no noise. There was a cold hatred that rose about him as he said, 'Here's your mark'. My father ripped my shirt to reveal my shoulder and Voldemort took his long, white finger and was about to give me the mark of a follower, but he was distracted..." Malfoy paused for a moment as the tears began to well up again,
"It was my mother that had run in so suddenly. She was yelling, 'don't let them! Don't let them!' She ran to my father and pushed him off of me, and then she stood between Voldemort and me. She yelled, 'You can't have him!' and as she did Voldemort raised his wand and yelled back. A horrible green light filled the whole room; it struck my mother at the heart as she fell backwards into my arms. She looked at me and I asked her if it hurt and she smiled and whispered, 'not at all,' then she told me, 'there's only one thing I have to say...' she was breathing heavily and I knew she was about to leave me, but she had enough strength to say the word that no one else in the room knew. She said, 'love' and that was her last breath."
Hermione looked at Malfoy as a waterfall fell from his silver eyes that she used to look into with hatred, but now there was a sadness that filled her heart. She hugged him and let him cry in her arms. That was the day that Malfoy and Hermione understood each other and, may have not become real friends, but they became closer. Hermione may have not lost Ron to death but she lost him to another life, and that was just as bad.
"You can't loose him," Malfoy whispered as if he knew what she was thinking, "I know what you did."
"What!?!?"
"I know what you did after Ron left. You shouldn't of done that! I know what has happened to you now, I see it in your eyes."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she lied. She knew as well as he what sin she committed when Ron left. She knew what happened. And she knew it was wrong, she would take it back if she could, too.
"Hermione, I'll help you," he said as he held her back, "Just trust me."
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A couple weeks later, it was nighttime and Hermione was in the Girls' Dormitories when sat bolt up right in her bed, from a sharp pain in her heart. "Ron," she whispered through her pale lips. And another heart hurt in a far off Slytherin Dormitory made a blonde haired boy rise with perspiration as he muttered Ron's name.
She raced down corridor after corridor until she ran into him.
"Malfoy!" she called out into the swollen darkness.
"Hermione! I KNOW I KNOW!" he cried.
"You felt it to?"
"Yes, Come on, I know what we have to do!" he screamed as he led her down stairs.
Through the halls, down the flights of stairs, past sleeping pictures, past doors to classrooms, through the back doors leading to outside they raced. They didn't stop until they came to stables.
"There... a beautiful white horse," he said, "and..." he pulled something out of this robe, "A white cloak."
The white cloak sparkled in the moonlight, "Where'd you get that?"
"It was my mother's," he said happily. "Put it on."
As she did, she felt a courage that filled her soul that led her to leap onto the horse. She kissed Malfoy on the cheek while he said, "Don't loose him..... White Knight."
She raced towards the forbidden forest with the wind in her face and the light on her back.
"I'm coming," she whispered to the only friend she had at the moment, which was the horse that led her to her beloved.
Hermione, under the cover of darkness, took on the name 'the White Knight' that Malfoy had christened her with. She snatched the one person she wanted for so long to hold her and raced away from the school that she couldn't return to. She couldn't reveal herself to him; she knew that, she had to stay secretive to the one she loved. This is what happened and this is what's next...
The Weeks Before and the Day Of
A couple weeks before the White Knight had come to capture Ron there was turmoil in the halls of Hogwarts. The whole school was told that Harry and Ron had some family crisis that they had to attend to. The only two people who knew the real deal were the only ones with the most trouble.
"Hermione," Draco called as he waved to her coming down the corridors.
"Hey," she replied not too happily.
Although they, still, despised each other, Draco and Hermione were making efforts to be friends. Malfoy knew the hard time that Hermione must have been going through, and he was doing a good job of making her feel better. But what Hermione didn't know, is that Malfoy was going through just as a rough time. Today she noticed that his eyes were damp from crying.
"What's wrong," she asked, forgetting her own problems.
"May I talk to you?" there was sadness in his voice that was as clear as a bell.
"Yea, sure, Draco. Come on, let's talk in here," she dragged him into a dark classroom with books scattered across the floor. When she closed the door Malfoy fell to the floor bawling loudly.
"Today's the day," he whimpered.
"What's today, Malfoy?"
"It's been a year that my mother's been dead now. A year ago from today she was killed!"
"Oh, Malfoy," she had tears in her eyes herself as she saw a 15 year old Slytherin boy crying over his mother. It was a terrible sight, and a new side of Malfoy.
"She was just trying to protect us! Why did he kill her?"
"What did who do?"
"Voldemort! He took her life! She just died in my arms!"
"Tell me what happened..."
He whipped his tears and sniffled his nose as he recalled that horrid day. "It was... a year ago from today. I was sitting in Defense Against the Dark Arts when I received a letter from my father to come home immediately, 'it's time' the letter said. So when I arrived home I went down to the basement since no one was above. When I was down there, there were thousands of black-coated men, only one was not hooded and that was my father. He made me stand beside him as another man entered the room. Everyone bowed as he did, it was no doubt Voldemort. He came in slowly and made no noise. There was a cold hatred that rose about him as he said, 'Here's your mark'. My father ripped my shirt to reveal my shoulder and Voldemort took his long, white finger and was about to give me the mark of a follower, but he was distracted..." Malfoy paused for a moment as the tears began to well up again,
"It was my mother that had run in so suddenly. She was yelling, 'don't let them! Don't let them!' She ran to my father and pushed him off of me, and then she stood between Voldemort and me. She yelled, 'You can't have him!' and as she did Voldemort raised his wand and yelled back. A horrible green light filled the whole room; it struck my mother at the heart as she fell backwards into my arms. She looked at me and I asked her if it hurt and she smiled and whispered, 'not at all,' then she told me, 'there's only one thing I have to say...' she was breathing heavily and I knew she was about to leave me, but she had enough strength to say the word that no one else in the room knew. She said, 'love' and that was her last breath."
Hermione looked at Malfoy as a waterfall fell from his silver eyes that she used to look into with hatred, but now there was a sadness that filled her heart. She hugged him and let him cry in her arms. That was the day that Malfoy and Hermione understood each other and, may have not become real friends, but they became closer. Hermione may have not lost Ron to death but she lost him to another life, and that was just as bad.
"You can't loose him," Malfoy whispered as if he knew what she was thinking, "I know what you did."
"What!?!?"
"I know what you did after Ron left. You shouldn't of done that! I know what has happened to you now, I see it in your eyes."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she lied. She knew as well as he what sin she committed when Ron left. She knew what happened. And she knew it was wrong, she would take it back if she could, too.
"Hermione, I'll help you," he said as he held her back, "Just trust me."
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A couple weeks later, it was nighttime and Hermione was in the Girls' Dormitories when sat bolt up right in her bed, from a sharp pain in her heart. "Ron," she whispered through her pale lips. And another heart hurt in a far off Slytherin Dormitory made a blonde haired boy rise with perspiration as he muttered Ron's name.
She raced down corridor after corridor until she ran into him.
"Malfoy!" she called out into the swollen darkness.
"Hermione! I KNOW I KNOW!" he cried.
"You felt it to?"
"Yes, Come on, I know what we have to do!" he screamed as he led her down stairs.
Through the halls, down the flights of stairs, past sleeping pictures, past doors to classrooms, through the back doors leading to outside they raced. They didn't stop until they came to stables.
"There... a beautiful white horse," he said, "and..." he pulled something out of this robe, "A white cloak."
The white cloak sparkled in the moonlight, "Where'd you get that?"
"It was my mother's," he said happily. "Put it on."
As she did, she felt a courage that filled her soul that led her to leap onto the horse. She kissed Malfoy on the cheek while he said, "Don't loose him..... White Knight."
She raced towards the forbidden forest with the wind in her face and the light on her back.
"I'm coming," she whispered to the only friend she had at the moment, which was the horse that led her to her beloved.
Hermione, under the cover of darkness, took on the name 'the White Knight' that Malfoy had christened her with. She snatched the one person she wanted for so long to hold her and raced away from the school that she couldn't return to. She couldn't reveal herself to him; she knew that, she had to stay secretive to the one she loved. This is what happened and this is what's next...