Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters but I do own
any additional characters that I add and I do own this story.
Author's Note: I have a feeling that a lot of people have noticed my little error in chapter 4. Cho Chang is a year ahead of the trio and Draco and all them so she should not appear when they're 7th years. Sorry everyone, my brain totally lapsed and I will fix this as soon as possible. Thank you ZagZig722 for pointing this out to me.
Chapter 6
People were starting to talk, and no one was happy with the subject. For the past week, Draco and Hermione had grequently snuck away together and be gone until lights out. They tried to keep it secret, but someone always saw. This information only made Ron angrier. He continued even more fiercely to ignore Hermione, Harry, and even Ginny, as well as anyone who sided with them about Harry and Ginny's relationship. As for the rumors about Draco and Hermione, no one had been brave enough to openly torture them. Zane had made sure of that.
"There's a big difference between making out and having sex," Hermione heard him snarling at a little 1st year Ravenclaw girl. "Don't go spreading things.:
The girl wilted in complete adoration and apologized profoundly before bounding off to a bunch of giggling girls not far away. No doubt she bragged all day on being spoken to, even so harshly, by Zane Martin. Hermione's soft giggle caught his attention.
"You don't have a thing to laugh about," Zane glared at her. "I've been defending you all week."
"And I appreciate it very much," Hermione smiled.
"So are you and Draco official now?" Zane asked on a softer note.
To this he only recieved a shrug as they began walking to the Quidditch field where Slytherin and Hufflepuff were about to play. As they seperated to go to their own stands, Hermione was grabbed from behind and jerked to the shadows. As she whirled around Hermione laughed softly into the expected kiss she recieved.
"Being rather public aren't we?" she asked quietly as Draco pulled away.
"Mmm..." Draco nuzzled her neck. "I need luck."
Hermione giggled and kissed him again. As Draco walked away, there was a sinking, sick feeling in his stomach. Was she embarrassed to be seen with him? He mounted his brrom and flew out with his team. They lined up with Hufflepuff, and though Draco tried to concentrate, his mind wasn't on the snitch. He looked over to the Gryffindor stand where she sat by Hagrid. She was cheering. Draco flew slightly closer until he could hear her.
"Go Hufflepuff!" she cried clapping.
Draco's heart lurched sickly. She was embarrassed. She didn't want people to know about them. He'd thought all the sneaking away was for privacy, but now he knew it was how she hid them. Anger whelled up inside him. He didn't hear Madaam Hooch blow her whistle or see her toss up the quaffle. He was seriously considering putting some awful hex on that wretched little mudblood when something else vaguely caught his attention. Something speeding straight at him.
"Draco! Look out!" a familiar voice screamed.
He didn't feel the pain as much as he heard the thud, and then he was falling for a long time. When he hit the ground he felt her shoulder pop or... crack or something along those lines. With the impact of his body to the ground came the jolt of realization that he was in dire pain. His head ached all the way in his stomach that felt thick and churning inside and pain shot up his shoulder like quick shocks of electricity. People swarmed around him, and all their faces were blurred, all thir voices muffled. He thought he heard someone say they caught the snitch. Someone with a lot of hair was leaning over him. Hermione? No... no, she was wouldn't want to reveal herself. But the voice... A tender hand shakily touched his cheek and he knew. Blackness overtook him then. All the movement, the voices, and the pain faded away. But the hollow, lonely darkness that was left, one he'd lived in for so long, one he'd finally found the slightly bit of light in, was what awaited him in unconciousness. But she had come, she had come to him. For that, he would endure all the pain, every hurt of his whole life all over again.
Author's Note: I have a feeling that a lot of people have noticed my little error in chapter 4. Cho Chang is a year ahead of the trio and Draco and all them so she should not appear when they're 7th years. Sorry everyone, my brain totally lapsed and I will fix this as soon as possible. Thank you ZagZig722 for pointing this out to me.
Chapter 6
People were starting to talk, and no one was happy with the subject. For the past week, Draco and Hermione had grequently snuck away together and be gone until lights out. They tried to keep it secret, but someone always saw. This information only made Ron angrier. He continued even more fiercely to ignore Hermione, Harry, and even Ginny, as well as anyone who sided with them about Harry and Ginny's relationship. As for the rumors about Draco and Hermione, no one had been brave enough to openly torture them. Zane had made sure of that.
"There's a big difference between making out and having sex," Hermione heard him snarling at a little 1st year Ravenclaw girl. "Don't go spreading things.:
The girl wilted in complete adoration and apologized profoundly before bounding off to a bunch of giggling girls not far away. No doubt she bragged all day on being spoken to, even so harshly, by Zane Martin. Hermione's soft giggle caught his attention.
"You don't have a thing to laugh about," Zane glared at her. "I've been defending you all week."
"And I appreciate it very much," Hermione smiled.
"So are you and Draco official now?" Zane asked on a softer note.
To this he only recieved a shrug as they began walking to the Quidditch field where Slytherin and Hufflepuff were about to play. As they seperated to go to their own stands, Hermione was grabbed from behind and jerked to the shadows. As she whirled around Hermione laughed softly into the expected kiss she recieved.
"Being rather public aren't we?" she asked quietly as Draco pulled away.
"Mmm..." Draco nuzzled her neck. "I need luck."
Hermione giggled and kissed him again. As Draco walked away, there was a sinking, sick feeling in his stomach. Was she embarrassed to be seen with him? He mounted his brrom and flew out with his team. They lined up with Hufflepuff, and though Draco tried to concentrate, his mind wasn't on the snitch. He looked over to the Gryffindor stand where she sat by Hagrid. She was cheering. Draco flew slightly closer until he could hear her.
"Go Hufflepuff!" she cried clapping.
Draco's heart lurched sickly. She was embarrassed. She didn't want people to know about them. He'd thought all the sneaking away was for privacy, but now he knew it was how she hid them. Anger whelled up inside him. He didn't hear Madaam Hooch blow her whistle or see her toss up the quaffle. He was seriously considering putting some awful hex on that wretched little mudblood when something else vaguely caught his attention. Something speeding straight at him.
"Draco! Look out!" a familiar voice screamed.
He didn't feel the pain as much as he heard the thud, and then he was falling for a long time. When he hit the ground he felt her shoulder pop or... crack or something along those lines. With the impact of his body to the ground came the jolt of realization that he was in dire pain. His head ached all the way in his stomach that felt thick and churning inside and pain shot up his shoulder like quick shocks of electricity. People swarmed around him, and all their faces were blurred, all thir voices muffled. He thought he heard someone say they caught the snitch. Someone with a lot of hair was leaning over him. Hermione? No... no, she was wouldn't want to reveal herself. But the voice... A tender hand shakily touched his cheek and he knew. Blackness overtook him then. All the movement, the voices, and the pain faded away. But the hollow, lonely darkness that was left, one he'd lived in for so long, one he'd finally found the slightly bit of light in, was what awaited him in unconciousness. But she had come, she had come to him. For that, he would endure all the pain, every hurt of his whole life all over again.
