Disclaimer: -Sighs-
A/n: Okay, I promise Hermione will get revenge. I can tell you that. Both of these chapters are fairly short, so, I'm giving you a two for one deal. XD
Chapter 7
† Dear Journal-
It seems as though Hermione has found a way to irritate me. She tempted me earlier, with her body and words. As she had when she was bathing. But she mustn't know of these feelings she causes. If she did- well, that would be the end of me.
I have been thinking about her dream. It scared me. The fact that I know that spell, and the fact that the whole thing dealt with unicorn blood, and a sacrifice. I wish not to see those days come. I fear that I will play my part as the son and destroy the one thing I seem to relate to. Even if she is a mudblood.
She's so sensitive. I'm surprised Potter is interested in her, well, sort of. It's not that she looks bad- I'm not implying she looks good though. I just… She confuses me. All I really want is a new name, a new past, a new future. Everything.
Since the dream was at the Forbidden Forest, that means it shouldn't happen until break is over. Two more weeks for Hermione to live, and me to be around her.
She thinks I'm an insensitive bloke. I'll catch her sometimes though- watching me as she reads by the fire before bed. The dreams have stopped, or so she claims. But she looks better, and goes out more. Although I still insist on her taking the sleepless dream potion.
We were talking again; it was quite interesting… †
† Flashback †
She sat by the fire place as he sat down in the other recliner. She only looked up at him briefly. She had not talked to him for days, and he couldn't tell why. Scared, but determined not to let it show, he gave her the book he had bought earlier. It was a truce, of sort. When he handed it to her, he saw in her eyes that her defenses were crumbling. She took it from him numbly. Her eyes were so blank, more so then people who were dead.
Without any reasoning, she pulled him down, kissing him. He didn't know what to do, for once in his life. He wasn't in control. Her lips were pressing against his in a rough manner, not that he minded though, her lips were soft and cool, and dominant women don't scare him. Hell, they sparked an interest for him most times...
When she finally let go, he was almost dizzy from the rush of it all. He just wanted to slide down and never let go of her. Ever. He was still bent over when she brushed the hair from his face. Her hand was trembling, like she was scared. She started whispering, but he only caught half of it. "… Why do you hide behind your eyes? You're beautiful with them obvious…" With that she pulled back from him, as though he had called her a mudblood, or slapped her. She retracted into her own world yet again, leaving him as confused as ever.
† End Flashback †
† I didn't expect anything like that. I do hope things improve, at least her parents aren't here, watching me like a hawk, as does father. God I hate him. He sent me another letter today, demanding I attend the initiative gathering on the full moon after break. I hate him so much… I just wish that nothing was as it is now. Why do deatheaters have to bow down to some weakling who couldn't even defeat Potter?
If I did become a deatheater, I'd have to kill someone. No more watching men do those things, the things that haunt my dreams and waking moments. Nope. I'd be doing them, I'd be one of them. They'd make me kill a woman- just to get to me. My dad mentioned someone I knew, but it couldn't be Hermione- could it?
-Draco C. Malfoy †
He sighs, dropping the quill, shoving the booklet under his bed and lying on his bed. He didn't think he'd ever make it through this life time. And if he did… He knew he'd die alone.
A/N: Read the next, it's Hermione's!
A/n: Okay, I promise Hermione will get revenge. I can tell you that. Both of these chapters are fairly short, so, I'm giving you a two for one deal. XD
Chapter 7
† Dear Journal-
It seems as though Hermione has found a way to irritate me. She tempted me earlier, with her body and words. As she had when she was bathing. But she mustn't know of these feelings she causes. If she did- well, that would be the end of me.
I have been thinking about her dream. It scared me. The fact that I know that spell, and the fact that the whole thing dealt with unicorn blood, and a sacrifice. I wish not to see those days come. I fear that I will play my part as the son and destroy the one thing I seem to relate to. Even if she is a mudblood.
She's so sensitive. I'm surprised Potter is interested in her, well, sort of. It's not that she looks bad- I'm not implying she looks good though. I just… She confuses me. All I really want is a new name, a new past, a new future. Everything.
Since the dream was at the Forbidden Forest, that means it shouldn't happen until break is over. Two more weeks for Hermione to live, and me to be around her.
She thinks I'm an insensitive bloke. I'll catch her sometimes though- watching me as she reads by the fire before bed. The dreams have stopped, or so she claims. But she looks better, and goes out more. Although I still insist on her taking the sleepless dream potion.
We were talking again; it was quite interesting… †
† Flashback †
She sat by the fire place as he sat down in the other recliner. She only looked up at him briefly. She had not talked to him for days, and he couldn't tell why. Scared, but determined not to let it show, he gave her the book he had bought earlier. It was a truce, of sort. When he handed it to her, he saw in her eyes that her defenses were crumbling. She took it from him numbly. Her eyes were so blank, more so then people who were dead.
Without any reasoning, she pulled him down, kissing him. He didn't know what to do, for once in his life. He wasn't in control. Her lips were pressing against his in a rough manner, not that he minded though, her lips were soft and cool, and dominant women don't scare him. Hell, they sparked an interest for him most times...
When she finally let go, he was almost dizzy from the rush of it all. He just wanted to slide down and never let go of her. Ever. He was still bent over when she brushed the hair from his face. Her hand was trembling, like she was scared. She started whispering, but he only caught half of it. "… Why do you hide behind your eyes? You're beautiful with them obvious…" With that she pulled back from him, as though he had called her a mudblood, or slapped her. She retracted into her own world yet again, leaving him as confused as ever.
† End Flashback †
† I didn't expect anything like that. I do hope things improve, at least her parents aren't here, watching me like a hawk, as does father. God I hate him. He sent me another letter today, demanding I attend the initiative gathering on the full moon after break. I hate him so much… I just wish that nothing was as it is now. Why do deatheaters have to bow down to some weakling who couldn't even defeat Potter?
If I did become a deatheater, I'd have to kill someone. No more watching men do those things, the things that haunt my dreams and waking moments. Nope. I'd be doing them, I'd be one of them. They'd make me kill a woman- just to get to me. My dad mentioned someone I knew, but it couldn't be Hermione- could it?
-Draco C. Malfoy †
He sighs, dropping the quill, shoving the booklet under his bed and lying on his bed. He didn't think he'd ever make it through this life time. And if he did… He knew he'd die alone.
A/N: Read the next, it's Hermione's!
