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Chapter 8: Don't Give Into The Pain
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything *tear*.
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Pansy was pacing around her dormitory, disgusted by what she had just witnessed. Her Draco, on a rock, with THAT
little, gross mudblood. She sat down at her ancient oak desk, and pulled out a piece of parchment, her favourite quill, and
a bottle of ink. She sat there in the dim light contemplating on what she should write. Nearly an hour later, the parchement
still lay nearly blank and Pansy eyed her eagle owl feather quill in her hand. On the parchment were three words, "Dear
Mr. Malfoy." As she read those words again, an idea struck her. Chuckling, she dipped her quill into the bottle of ink and
began to write.
" I am writing to inform you of a most unfortunate
event. You son, Draco Malfoy, was seen snogging
a mudblood by the lake this morning. Even worse,
the little wench seemed to the the Gryffindor
bookworm whom goes by the name Hermione Granger.
I would suggest you take immediate action to
stop this soon-to-be catastrophe. If you do, your
son may be able to marry a true, full blooded
witch. For example, me. He should be made into
a Death Eater as soon as possible. I am now glad
that you know what your son has gotten himself into.
Yours Truly,
Pansy Parkinson."
Smiling, she folded up the parchment and slipped it into an envelope. She snapped her delicate fingers twice and
from the windowsill flew a large owl. The owl perched on her shoulder and cooed softly. "Shut up," snapped Pansy. "I just
need you to deliver this letter to Mr. Lucius Malfoy." The owl rustled its feathers haughtily with a look of superiority.
Pansy tied the letter to its foot and the owl flew off into the night.
*Draco PoV*
It was a calm night. Peaceful. Classes were done for the day. Draco lay on his bed, still in his school robes. His
shoes lay piled on the forr. Hands behind his head, Draco stared at the dark green canopy above his head and listened to the
low but happy voices echoeing from the stone common room, where Slytherins met eachother to do homework and chat with
friends. Some even plotting evil plans against the Gryffindors. Draco chuckled as one of the Slytherins shouted. "Gryffindors
are nothing but ninkompoops (a/n i just had to use that) They should be eaten by Puffskeins." The rest of the
Slytherins howled with laughter. Draco thought, "He must've had one too many butterbeers."
In his mind, Draco secretly thought of Hermione. He never knew what love was until that one kiss by the lake. It
made him feel lifted from all of his troubles just because her lips were on his. Her full, sensual lips. Someone walked into
the room and stood by the bed. Once the person started talking, Draco was driven away from his thoughts. "Go away Pansy,"
said Draco, agrivated.
"Ha," Pansy laughed, "Not until I say what I've come here to say. So you had better listen to me and you'd better
listen very well."
Draco looked at her. "Well I suggest you begin speaking. But it'll just be a waste of your time since I won't be
listening to a single word of it."
Pansy rose an eyebrow. "Oh yes you will." She stated with a grin.
"Amuse me." said Draco, unconvinced.
"I saw you yesterday," she started and Draco chuckled. "With Hermione."
Draco stopped but then smoothly stated, "I don't know what you're talking about. I was in my dormitory the whole day,
besides going out for classes."
"Oh no. I'd recognize your little blond head anywhere. And you, my dear, were by the lake. With that... mudblood."
She spat. "Oh she was ALL over you. Hands in your hair. Water from the lake spraying all over you. How utterly romantic.
Oh Drakie, why don't you do any of those things for me?"
Draco grimaced. "I did not do anything that you claimed I did." he lied. Drac was about to lie some more until he
heard a light tap on the window.
Pansy smirked. "Hmm. I wonder who thats from..." She said coyly. Suspicious, Draco kicked her out and went to open
the window. THe owl flew in the windo and Draco instantly recognized it as his father's. When he too the letter from the
owl's leg, it promptly fluttered away. Draco left the lettr on his deask and went to close the window. He lingered by the
opening for a while, letting the wind slip past his curved face. (A/N Wouldn't YOU want to be the wind right now? I know I
would lolz.) High cheekbones were under his piercing grey eyes, and high arched eyebrows. His prominent chin gave him a
stubborn attitude but also made him charming. His blonde hair was no longer slicked back but was falling loosely on his
face. He was the heart throb, the stud, of Hogwarts.
When he was calm enough, Draco closed the window and returned to the desk upon which the letter lay. Opening the
letter addressed to him, he read it slowly.
" Draco,
I have received some disturbing news concerning your
behaviour. It seems you were observed with a young
lady. I would have approved of this, had it not been
a mudblood. As you know, I loathe those who are not
priviledged enough to be called pureblood, but you
and this filth. I will not allow it. In precisely one
week, I will be visiting Hogwarts. During my visit, we
will hold a meeting. Excusively for Death Eaters. A new
member will be joining our ranks. Who might this person
be? Well I am telling you this because it is you. You,
Draco Malfoy are going to become a full fledged Death
Eater. Be prepared.
Lucius Malfoy."
Draco's hands shookas he finished reading the letter. He swore his father's name as he set the letter aside. His head
was pounding. THat moment, Draco made up his mind. He had to leave.
*Hermione PoV*
Her head was spinning. That morning, it had happened and she was still thinking about it. Draco Malfoy had kissed
her, by the lake, on her favourite rock. She sighed. It had been perfect.
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Draco was walking in the hall, planning his escape. He knew he had to tell Hermione. He didn't want to hurt her
but.....
He spotted her chestnut hair the instant she appeared in that hall. Now, he decided. He would tell her now. Within
a few seconds, they got closer to eachother. When they were near, Draco subtly pulled Hermione into an empty classroom.
Hermione seemed surprised and flustered at the same time. She started speaking immediately. "I know what you want me for.
Yes, I know that .. kiss .. was unacceptable and I shouldn't have done it." she hung her head in shame. Tears threatened to
burst forth. "I'm sorry."
Draco's hand was on her cheek. His thumbs were wiping away her tears. "Don't be." he whispered huskily. "I don't know
what you did but it must've been one hell of a spell. Because I can't stop thinking of you." More tears flowed from her eyes.
Draco gave a hollow laugh. "I think I love you."
Hermione's mouth curved into a small smile, tears glistening on her cheeks. Draco's mouth lowered onto hers in a
tender kiss. When they pulled apart, it was Draco's turn to say sorry. "No," whispered Hermione. Draco nodded. "I'm sorry."
he said again. "I have to leave." Hermione cried. "No, Draco, don't leave me."
Draco's eyes watered. "I have to. I'm sorry.
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A/N Woooooahh.. I like that one.. kinda pointless kinda not. I like it. It took me soooo long to type up X.x.
I like it .. once again. Hope you guys did. Yeah it took me a long time to update. ANd now my fingers hurt..ow.. Oh well
thats what I get for typing so much. So all of you guys *points* review.
Whisper
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Chapter 8: Don't Give Into The Pain
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything *tear*.
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Pansy was pacing around her dormitory, disgusted by what she had just witnessed. Her Draco, on a rock, with THAT
little, gross mudblood. She sat down at her ancient oak desk, and pulled out a piece of parchment, her favourite quill, and
a bottle of ink. She sat there in the dim light contemplating on what she should write. Nearly an hour later, the parchement
still lay nearly blank and Pansy eyed her eagle owl feather quill in her hand. On the parchment were three words, "Dear
Mr. Malfoy." As she read those words again, an idea struck her. Chuckling, she dipped her quill into the bottle of ink and
began to write.
" I am writing to inform you of a most unfortunate
event. You son, Draco Malfoy, was seen snogging
a mudblood by the lake this morning. Even worse,
the little wench seemed to the the Gryffindor
bookworm whom goes by the name Hermione Granger.
I would suggest you take immediate action to
stop this soon-to-be catastrophe. If you do, your
son may be able to marry a true, full blooded
witch. For example, me. He should be made into
a Death Eater as soon as possible. I am now glad
that you know what your son has gotten himself into.
Yours Truly,
Pansy Parkinson."
Smiling, she folded up the parchment and slipped it into an envelope. She snapped her delicate fingers twice and
from the windowsill flew a large owl. The owl perched on her shoulder and cooed softly. "Shut up," snapped Pansy. "I just
need you to deliver this letter to Mr. Lucius Malfoy." The owl rustled its feathers haughtily with a look of superiority.
Pansy tied the letter to its foot and the owl flew off into the night.
*Draco PoV*
It was a calm night. Peaceful. Classes were done for the day. Draco lay on his bed, still in his school robes. His
shoes lay piled on the forr. Hands behind his head, Draco stared at the dark green canopy above his head and listened to the
low but happy voices echoeing from the stone common room, where Slytherins met eachother to do homework and chat with
friends. Some even plotting evil plans against the Gryffindors. Draco chuckled as one of the Slytherins shouted. "Gryffindors
are nothing but ninkompoops (a/n i just had to use that) They should be eaten by Puffskeins." The rest of the
Slytherins howled with laughter. Draco thought, "He must've had one too many butterbeers."
In his mind, Draco secretly thought of Hermione. He never knew what love was until that one kiss by the lake. It
made him feel lifted from all of his troubles just because her lips were on his. Her full, sensual lips. Someone walked into
the room and stood by the bed. Once the person started talking, Draco was driven away from his thoughts. "Go away Pansy,"
said Draco, agrivated.
"Ha," Pansy laughed, "Not until I say what I've come here to say. So you had better listen to me and you'd better
listen very well."
Draco looked at her. "Well I suggest you begin speaking. But it'll just be a waste of your time since I won't be
listening to a single word of it."
Pansy rose an eyebrow. "Oh yes you will." She stated with a grin.
"Amuse me." said Draco, unconvinced.
"I saw you yesterday," she started and Draco chuckled. "With Hermione."
Draco stopped but then smoothly stated, "I don't know what you're talking about. I was in my dormitory the whole day,
besides going out for classes."
"Oh no. I'd recognize your little blond head anywhere. And you, my dear, were by the lake. With that... mudblood."
She spat. "Oh she was ALL over you. Hands in your hair. Water from the lake spraying all over you. How utterly romantic.
Oh Drakie, why don't you do any of those things for me?"
Draco grimaced. "I did not do anything that you claimed I did." he lied. Drac was about to lie some more until he
heard a light tap on the window.
Pansy smirked. "Hmm. I wonder who thats from..." She said coyly. Suspicious, Draco kicked her out and went to open
the window. THe owl flew in the windo and Draco instantly recognized it as his father's. When he too the letter from the
owl's leg, it promptly fluttered away. Draco left the lettr on his deask and went to close the window. He lingered by the
opening for a while, letting the wind slip past his curved face. (A/N Wouldn't YOU want to be the wind right now? I know I
would lolz.) High cheekbones were under his piercing grey eyes, and high arched eyebrows. His prominent chin gave him a
stubborn attitude but also made him charming. His blonde hair was no longer slicked back but was falling loosely on his
face. He was the heart throb, the stud, of Hogwarts.
When he was calm enough, Draco closed the window and returned to the desk upon which the letter lay. Opening the
letter addressed to him, he read it slowly.
" Draco,
I have received some disturbing news concerning your
behaviour. It seems you were observed with a young
lady. I would have approved of this, had it not been
a mudblood. As you know, I loathe those who are not
priviledged enough to be called pureblood, but you
and this filth. I will not allow it. In precisely one
week, I will be visiting Hogwarts. During my visit, we
will hold a meeting. Excusively for Death Eaters. A new
member will be joining our ranks. Who might this person
be? Well I am telling you this because it is you. You,
Draco Malfoy are going to become a full fledged Death
Eater. Be prepared.
Lucius Malfoy."
Draco's hands shookas he finished reading the letter. He swore his father's name as he set the letter aside. His head
was pounding. THat moment, Draco made up his mind. He had to leave.
*Hermione PoV*
Her head was spinning. That morning, it had happened and she was still thinking about it. Draco Malfoy had kissed
her, by the lake, on her favourite rock. She sighed. It had been perfect.
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Draco was walking in the hall, planning his escape. He knew he had to tell Hermione. He didn't want to hurt her
but.....
He spotted her chestnut hair the instant she appeared in that hall. Now, he decided. He would tell her now. Within
a few seconds, they got closer to eachother. When they were near, Draco subtly pulled Hermione into an empty classroom.
Hermione seemed surprised and flustered at the same time. She started speaking immediately. "I know what you want me for.
Yes, I know that .. kiss .. was unacceptable and I shouldn't have done it." she hung her head in shame. Tears threatened to
burst forth. "I'm sorry."
Draco's hand was on her cheek. His thumbs were wiping away her tears. "Don't be." he whispered huskily. "I don't know
what you did but it must've been one hell of a spell. Because I can't stop thinking of you." More tears flowed from her eyes.
Draco gave a hollow laugh. "I think I love you."
Hermione's mouth curved into a small smile, tears glistening on her cheeks. Draco's mouth lowered onto hers in a
tender kiss. When they pulled apart, it was Draco's turn to say sorry. "No," whispered Hermione. Draco nodded. "I'm sorry."
he said again. "I have to leave." Hermione cried. "No, Draco, don't leave me."
Draco's eyes watered. "I have to. I'm sorry.
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A/N Woooooahh.. I like that one.. kinda pointless kinda not. I like it. It took me soooo long to type up X.x.
I like it .. once again. Hope you guys did. Yeah it took me a long time to update. ANd now my fingers hurt..ow.. Oh well
thats what I get for typing so much. So all of you guys *points* review.