A/N: I actually wrote this a week ago. I was going to update but my stupid science teacher gave us this stupid crap project. I have to find something I want to invent by tomorrow… any ideas?
Princess19: Thanks… things around here aren't that bad anymore. I'll try to write faster but sometimes I just don't have any time, you know?
Paprika90: Thanks… reports suck, don't they? I spent 12 hours typing mine. =( that's really sad.
Sarah: I re-wrote that chapter at least three times! I didn't really like it that much. I've got the ending pretty much worked out. It's HAPPY!
Syaoronsangel: Maybe I am skitzo… and maybe you ARE my other half. Who knows? I don't get it sometimes either… I'm pathetic. Expect an e-mail update!
KeWIGaL8tH: Thank you. You should love my story. (j/k) I love it too (.)
XoKiera: You're welcome. I'm just such a nice person. (not) Just letting you know now… Hermione finds out what's wrong with her soon. Maybe in about 8 chapters, but doesn't find out what happened until much later. I'm kinda doing what you suggested with the ending. I don't know, I'm still a little confused.
Disclaimer: This is the last one and qualifies for the whole story… I don't own anything. Only the plot. I don't even own my inspiration. =(
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~*~Draco~*~
I woke up in a rather grumpy mood. I had only gotten half an hour of sleep and was forced to use the highly uncomfortable couch in the Slytherin common room. Why? Because that idiotic mudblood was about to go spastic. There was no way I'd follow her back to the prefect dorms when she was like that.
I was in the middle of cheering myself up when the massive amount of fat that is Pansy Parkinson plopped herself on my legs. Can't one thing go right today?
"Draco? Did you sleep down here so you can walk me to breakfast?"
"Err... no"
"Don't be so naive!" She said as she got off me and pulled me up dragged and towards the portrait… literally.
"No! I don't want to go!" I screamed at her. All she did was give me a disapproving glance. What was I to do? I didn't have my full strength due to lack of sleep. Not to mention I couldn't move my legs……
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~*~Hermione~*~
I was sitting in the Great Hall and looking for the
perfect pieces of bacon. I was starving. I only found three really good pieces
before I was interrupted by Harry's odd glance.
"What's wrong, Harry?"
"Hermione… you do know that all of those pieces of bacon you have are practically raw, don't you?"
"Nonsense." I said before glancing down at a piece in my hand. Wait. It is raw! Eww! I put it back on my plate and pushed it away from me.
"Aren't you gonna eat?" asked a curious Ron, who currently had his mouth filled with some type of bread.
"No. I'm not hungry." In truth I was starving. The food just looked, well, bad. How can they eat that?
The rest of our time in the Great Hall was normal except for the slight disturbance of Malfoy being dragged in by Parkinson, who held him tightly by his forearm.
"What's our first class today?" Asked Harry when we reached the hallway outside the doors.
Ron gave a slight shrug and looked at me. Sighing, I replied, "Care of Magical Creatures."
"Good," said Harry. "It'll be nice to see Hagrid again."
We made our way out of the Entrance Hall and across the slightly wet grass. I glanced up at the sky. Hmm… cloudy. Looks like rain. I could hear Harry and Ron talking, but I didn't really listen. I felt eyes on me, just like last night. When we reached Hagrid he had a large grin on his face and a slight glow in his eye.
"Hullo, Hagrid! What do you have planned today?" I asked.
" Can't tell yer tha'… It's a surprise." His grin only widened. "Gather 'round!" he called to the rest of Gryffindor, as well as Slytherin. "Today I'm gonna show yer…" he paused for effect. " Jarveys!"
I was the only one laughing. Murmuring came from the people around me. Obviously, no one knew what a Jarvey was. Hagrid's smile faded.
"Does anyone know what a Jarvey is?" My hand shot into the air. "Yes, Hermione?"
"A Jarvey is a larger, feistier version of a ferret, which---" I was cut off by an enormous amount of laughter. The smile returned to Hagrid's face as all the Gryffindors were clutching their sides in laughter. They obviously remembered Malfoy's little incident with Professor Moody a couple years ago.
Hagrid was chuckling himself as he passed out the Jarveys from a large box on his left. Everyone got one except for Malfoy. I don't think he wanted one anyway. Hagrid was about to put away the box when he pulled one last Jarvey out and handed it to Malfoy.
"I saved this one fer ya," Hagrid said with a vast smile. He handed Malfoy a snowy white ferret with pale eyes. His shocked and angered face emitted more bursts of laughter from the Gryffindors.
When the laughter finally ended and we all settled into groups, Harry, Ron and I were still reminiscing about the priceless moment that just happened while Hagrid went to go make us some tea.
"Did you see his face?" Ron burst out laughing again. "Gold! Pure Gold," he shrieked, squeezing his Jarvey a bit too hard. "Ow! Bloody thing bit me!"
People were staring. Ron flailed his hand around only to have the Jarvey bite harder into his skin. He stopped thrashing and grabbed the Jarvey by its tail, which let out a squeak, thus letting go of Ron. He still had the poor Jarvey by his tail and was now swinging it around like a lasso. He let it go and it flew through the air and into the box Hagrid had been carrying with a loud "thwack'.
"Ron! That was a terrible thing to do!"
"Get over it, Hermione. I think it did more damage
to me than I did to it. Look, I'm bleeding." He held up his hand to show me his
wound.
"It's not that bad…"
"Yes it is." He started to wail in pain, earning more stares.
"Let me see," I said.
I grabbed his hand and inspected it. It didn't look like it would get an infection. It was bleeding a lot, though. Suddenly I could feel the eyes on my back. They were chilling, cold. I looked behind me and into the Forbidden Forest.
Then I caught my first sight of them. They were an unnerving red color that seemed to pour into me. They narrowed a bit, trying to tell me something. I looked around the class for a moment, seeing if there was anyone else the eyes could be looking at. My eyes met Malfoy's, who was right next to our group. He let out a small gasp and scooted a couple feet away from me.
I heard my name being called by Ron. I didn't look at him, just at his hand. He tried to pull away but I tightened my grip and brought it closer to my face to stare deeply at it for a moment. Out of nowhere I felt myself lower my head and attach my mouth over the bloody gash in his hand.
"Hermione!" Harry screamed. I heard everyone around me let out a little cry of shock. I didn't care. I needed this.
Ron tried to pull away again as I lapped and sucked at the blood still forming on his hand. My grip tightened and I bit down, drawing more blood. Harry and someone else, I don't know who, were pulling on my robe. More people joined them when I wouldn't budge.
Ron was screaming now. It was so bad even some
Slytherin guys were helping to pry my hand off Ron's wrist. I scarcely heard
Hagrid's voice as I was pulled away from Ron by a strong arm.
"What's gotten into ya,
Hermione?" Hagrid asked me curiously.
I didn't answer, just stared at my surroundings as I felt my need fade away. Ron was nursing his hand, which was far worse now. Harry was panting from pulling on me so hard, as were several others. The girls just looked scared and started to back away when I looked at them.
"Someone take Hermione 'ere to her dorm… she needs 'er rest." Hagrid looked at me sympathetically. "You," he said pointing at Malfoy, who was hidden behind a tree, "take her there."
"Nooooo way… I'm not taking her anywhere. I would rather take Weasel to the hospital wing."
"Yer takin' her. Tha's final! Yer didn't do anythin' anyway… jus' sat there all period."
Grumbling, Malfoy walked over, grabbed my arm, and proceeded to drag me away. It was silent until we got to the castle.
"What was that?" he asked me.
"I don't know."
"That's your answer to everything, isn't it?"
"No." I felt tears starting to come to my eyes when I realized how big my mistake was. I had just attacked my best friend. Malfoy didn't notice. He just kept ranting.
"Are you crying?" he said looking at me after a while.
"No." It was almost inaudible. I wiped my eyes, trying not to make it obvious.
"You have no idea what really happens, do you?"
"What?"
"When you lose control like that…"
" Not usually. This time I knew. But I couldn't stop, I didn't want to."
"Hey, Granger?"
"Yes?"
"Get angry."
"What the hell is that about?"
"I'm trying to test something here! Just get bloody angry!"
"Don't yell at me! I'm not gonna get angry!"
"Just like a mudblood to disobey those that are superior."
"What did you say!?" I felt color rising to my face.
I was about to say something else when Malfoy looked at me, sighed, and took a mirror from his pocket. He held it to my face. I stared into it and saw those eyes. Those same eyes that I had saw earlier. But they were mine.
"See?" he questioned. "Your eyes turn red when you're angry or annoyed."
"But I wasn't angry before. There's more to it than that."
"Like?"
"Well I saw these freaky eyes… like mine. It was the second time I saw them. They're trying to tell me something…"
"Well if you find out what happened over the summer then maybe you'll know what's wrong with you."
"Maybe." We reached the portrait hole to the common room.
"Hey, Malfoy?" I asked. Too late. He was gone. "Thanks."
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A/N: I don't know the next time I'll update. I have ELA testing on Tuesday and Wednesday. Then my birthday is Thursday and I'm going out. Plus I got sick and I don't feel like doing anything. BTW, if you want an e-mail letting you know I updated then let me know.
