Chapter Two: Rule One- Find A Weakness~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``
"You!" Malfoy and Hermione cried glaring at each other.
"So, that's why you've been acting all high and mighty to every one!" Hermione cried putting her hands on her hips.
"Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy you can continue this conversation once you get to your new dormitories! Now follow me I will show you where it is. This way." McGonagall said standing up and leading them out of the room. They walked up a few flights of stairs and down a corridor to a painting of a very old looking witch, who was sitting in a straight back chair knitting.
"I will leave you two here to decide on a password your things have already been placed in your rooms." McGonagall said. She then turned and walked away leaving the two alone. Hermione and Malfoy glared at each other for a few minutes before Hermione spoke.
"Don't even think of it." Hermione said knowing what password he would want.
"What makes you think I was thinking it?" Malfoy answered raising an eyebrow at her.
"I know that you were thinking about it and the answer is no. Bloody Valentine." Hermione said as she turned to the painting. The old witch nodded her head and the picture swung open to revel a beautifully furnished room. Hermione stepped in and took in the room. There were two couches that sat next to a beautiful fireplace. The couches were green and red for the two house colors. There was a book case filled to capacity with all sorts of books. Hermione smiled and ran over to the book case and ran her finger along the book spines. Malfoy walked over to the three doors that were opposite the fireplace and opened the one closest to him. He stepped inside the room and flicked the switch turning on the lights. The room had a big bed with a red quilt and gold and red silk sheets opposite he bed was a nice vanity with a large mirror. There was also a bookcase in here but this one was empty except for one book that sat on the middle shelf. Malfoy looked to one side a saw the walk in closet near the bed, there were also two bed side tables on either side of the bed.
"Muddy bloody Grangers." Malfoy said noting the Gryffindor colors all over the room. He turned and left the room. He noticed that Hermione was nowhere in sight. He looked over to the door next to Hermione's room and noticed that it was open. He walked in, and the room turned out to be the bathroom. The room had a white marble floor and pearly white tile walls. There was a large Jacuzzi bath in the center of the room that as built into the floor with all sorts of knobs along one of the sides of the large bath. The room looked pretty much like the prefect bathroom. Hermione was standing in the shower looking at something.
"There's only one bathroom." Hermione said not looking at him. She then took out her wand and muttered something that seemed to be on the wall that she was looking at. Malfoy groaned when he heard what she said. "It's bad enough that we are both head boy and girl! Now I have to share a bathroom with her! Why me!" Malfoy thought looking at Hermione curiously as to what she was doing. A small part of the wall had disappeared from where she had pointed her wand and in it's place was a series of buttons and there was also a small screen in the wall as well. Hermione was smiling wickedly and Malfoy just stared at her confused.
"Life is good." Hermione said and waved her wand and the wall came back into place and the buttons and screen were gone.
"What was that?" Malfoy asked raising an eyebrow at her. "And why did you choose Bloody Valentine as the password?" Malfoy demanded narrowing his eyes at her.
"That is something that you will have to find out on your own. Maybe even the hard way if I decide to use it. As for the password Bloody Valentine is my favorite song by a muggle band call Good Charlotte." Hermione said pushing passed him and walking out of the room. She quickly found her room closed the door and started to unpack her things.
Malfoy stared at the wall for a little while longer before turning and walking out of the bathroom and opening the only door that wasn't opened yet. The room was his of course and was green and silver for Slytherin. His room was similar to Hermione's but instead of a vanity he had a desk. There was also a book sitting on the middle shelf of his bookcase that looked very similar to the one in Hermione's. He walked over and picked it up. He opened it to the first page and read the what was on the page. He frowned and turned the page. The book seemed to be about nothing in particular it was just like a scrap book with all sorts of things in it like pictures little objects that could be pressed. The book seemed to be about Hermione because a lot of the pictures were of her and her friends. There were also little clips from plays, poetry, letters from people and what not. Draco turned the pages when a piece of paper fell out; he picked it up and read it. It seemed to be some type of poetry, it didn't have the name of the author and it looked to be in Hermione's handwriting. It said:
The gentle silence
Of my room fitting for this time
This place of madness
Raging inside
Who am I?
Why do I love what I can not?
Locked away from love
He watches what he can't have
He watches me through the window
Dividing our worlds he sees me
Watching with those eyes
Those piercing, staring eyes
Chilling me
Warming me, scaring me
From those so different can we love?
From past wars can we feel?
A feeling that will kill us
Destroy us and all we love
I watch him and try to hate
But no hate comes
I can take the challenge
But will I? Will I destroy my life?
For him? My answer is this
Anything is possible... The Rules of War
Draco read the poem over and over again trying to make sense of it. Who was the man she was talking about? Was the real question, who does she love that will destroy her and every thing else? Draco put the poem back into the book and closed he thought of returning it to Hermione but the there was an envelope addressed to him in the front of the book. He opened the envelope and took out the letter.
"Dear Mr. Malfoy, I have given you this book because I want you to try and learn something about the life of the Head Girl Hermione Shannon Granger. She has also received a book that is about you. I know that you think that her life is somewhat better then yours but I assure you it can but just as hard maybe harder. Life takes many twists and turns during it's process. Don't try to jump to any conclusions about Miss Granger learn from her and then make you conclusions. Albus Dumbledore"
Draco frowned and placed the letter back into the book closed the book and placed it back onto the shelf he found it on and started to unpack his own books and things.
Hermione closed her door and looked around her large room. On her book case she found a book on the center of the middle shelf. She reached out and pulled the book gently off the shelf. She opened the book and found and envelope addressed to her.
"Dear Miss Granger, I see you have found the book. When you open it and look through its pages please do not return it to Draco because he has a book that is about you. Professor McGonagall and I have decided on a new program that all the new head boy and girls are going to do from now on. The program is so that you can be come more acquainted with one another. Enjoy, Albus Dumbledore"
Hermione frowned and opened the book to see all sorts of pictures letters diary entry's and a lot of other things. Hermione's frown depend when she thought of Draco having a book that happened to be all about her. She wasn't that happy with him finding out her secrets at all. Hermione then sighed knowing that she never really did revile things in her diary or poems she just talked about a love that would never in her life time, but then again it was only poetry that she was going to turn into her muggle English teacher at a muggle summer school (it wasn't exactly a summer school just something similar to it, like since she didn't take the normal school year there was a summer program for that. Get it?) That she attended. She only took science and English courses because when she was in muggle School she was doing math and social studies that were way past her grade level. Her teacher in English told her once when she read her poems that she had very rare talent for poetry; she also asked if it had anything to do with her life. Hermione told her that there was something in the boarding school she was attending that was just out of her reach. Hermione sighed again and sat down on her bed and opened the book again to the first page and began to read.
(sigh) I hate writing journals, but this is the only thing keeping me from jumping out of my widow. My father has taken to beating my mother again I feel so terrible that there is nothing I can do to stop this. I remember that I tried to once. He just turned to me and slapped me upside the head and put the Cruciatus curse on me and made me watch him beat her! It was only after he finished beating her, well actually it was about and hour after he beat her that he took the curse off me. Oh how that hurt! I still feel the pain every time I here her screams. But then again beating her isn't the worst that he has done to her. Sometimes he gets it into his head that he wants more children. He is so stupid not to realize that after mother had me she couldn't have anymore children!! The doctor even told him face to face that she couldn't have anymore. Mother even told him every time he tries to shag her! She refuses to let him! But no! he just gets angry and rapes her! Life just isn't worth living for me there's no point in me living here. But for some crazy reason I keep going, if only I could have the one person I can not then life would be grand! But I can't she is too far away for me to grasp.
The diary ended there and tears filled Hermione's eyes. She took in shaky breaths and let out even shakier ones. Her body shook as she cried; she squeezed her eyes shut to stop her from crying. Memories of her summer flooding her mind, ones that she would love to forget. Hermione then sat up quickly and ran into the bathroom to take a cold shower.
"I don't give a fuck what you say give me that fucking book!" Hermione bellowed making another move on taking the book about her from Draco.
"No! Just drop it! It's not like you ever reveal anything anyway! You stupid mudblood!" Draco yelled back holding the book out of her reach. Hermione flinched at the word 'mudblood', even though she knew she wasn't one it still hurt.
"For your information ferret boy I'm not a mudblood! I'm a pureblood just like you!" She screamed breathing heavily with anger. Draco stared at her not knowing whether or not to believe this. He lower the book slightly, just enough for Hermione to reach. Hermione took this opportunity to grab the book and make a run for her room. Just as she started to run Draco came back to his senses and tackled Hermione. The book flew from her hands and skidded to a halt right in front of her bedroom door. Hermione glared at him and squirmed so that she was lying on her back and kicked out with her legs against his chest causing him to fly back and land with a dull thud on the couch. Hermione then scrambled to her feet grabbed the book and ran into her room slamming the door and locking it so that it couldn't be opened with a spell. Hermione leaned against the door breathing heavily.
"Oh god! What is happening to me?" Hermione said to herself as she slid to the floor and started to rock herself back and forth.
Draco lay on the couch stunned. She just kicked him and he flew back like he had been hit with a spell! "What the fuck is wrong with Granger?" He thought as he rubbed the back of his head. He had read most of the book finding her life quite interesting. She had a lot of pain held inside of her. Just recently he noticed tear stains on the pages as she wrote. He also noticed that she seemed to reveal more and more about some guy that she met. He wondered why she was trying to keep that from every one. "Now I know what your weakness is." Draco thought. "Your past."
"You!" Malfoy and Hermione cried glaring at each other.
"So, that's why you've been acting all high and mighty to every one!" Hermione cried putting her hands on her hips.
"Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy you can continue this conversation once you get to your new dormitories! Now follow me I will show you where it is. This way." McGonagall said standing up and leading them out of the room. They walked up a few flights of stairs and down a corridor to a painting of a very old looking witch, who was sitting in a straight back chair knitting.
"I will leave you two here to decide on a password your things have already been placed in your rooms." McGonagall said. She then turned and walked away leaving the two alone. Hermione and Malfoy glared at each other for a few minutes before Hermione spoke.
"Don't even think of it." Hermione said knowing what password he would want.
"What makes you think I was thinking it?" Malfoy answered raising an eyebrow at her.
"I know that you were thinking about it and the answer is no. Bloody Valentine." Hermione said as she turned to the painting. The old witch nodded her head and the picture swung open to revel a beautifully furnished room. Hermione stepped in and took in the room. There were two couches that sat next to a beautiful fireplace. The couches were green and red for the two house colors. There was a book case filled to capacity with all sorts of books. Hermione smiled and ran over to the book case and ran her finger along the book spines. Malfoy walked over to the three doors that were opposite the fireplace and opened the one closest to him. He stepped inside the room and flicked the switch turning on the lights. The room had a big bed with a red quilt and gold and red silk sheets opposite he bed was a nice vanity with a large mirror. There was also a bookcase in here but this one was empty except for one book that sat on the middle shelf. Malfoy looked to one side a saw the walk in closet near the bed, there were also two bed side tables on either side of the bed.
"Muddy bloody Grangers." Malfoy said noting the Gryffindor colors all over the room. He turned and left the room. He noticed that Hermione was nowhere in sight. He looked over to the door next to Hermione's room and noticed that it was open. He walked in, and the room turned out to be the bathroom. The room had a white marble floor and pearly white tile walls. There was a large Jacuzzi bath in the center of the room that as built into the floor with all sorts of knobs along one of the sides of the large bath. The room looked pretty much like the prefect bathroom. Hermione was standing in the shower looking at something.
"There's only one bathroom." Hermione said not looking at him. She then took out her wand and muttered something that seemed to be on the wall that she was looking at. Malfoy groaned when he heard what she said. "It's bad enough that we are both head boy and girl! Now I have to share a bathroom with her! Why me!" Malfoy thought looking at Hermione curiously as to what she was doing. A small part of the wall had disappeared from where she had pointed her wand and in it's place was a series of buttons and there was also a small screen in the wall as well. Hermione was smiling wickedly and Malfoy just stared at her confused.
"Life is good." Hermione said and waved her wand and the wall came back into place and the buttons and screen were gone.
"What was that?" Malfoy asked raising an eyebrow at her. "And why did you choose Bloody Valentine as the password?" Malfoy demanded narrowing his eyes at her.
"That is something that you will have to find out on your own. Maybe even the hard way if I decide to use it. As for the password Bloody Valentine is my favorite song by a muggle band call Good Charlotte." Hermione said pushing passed him and walking out of the room. She quickly found her room closed the door and started to unpack her things.
Malfoy stared at the wall for a little while longer before turning and walking out of the bathroom and opening the only door that wasn't opened yet. The room was his of course and was green and silver for Slytherin. His room was similar to Hermione's but instead of a vanity he had a desk. There was also a book sitting on the middle shelf of his bookcase that looked very similar to the one in Hermione's. He walked over and picked it up. He opened it to the first page and read the what was on the page. He frowned and turned the page. The book seemed to be about nothing in particular it was just like a scrap book with all sorts of things in it like pictures little objects that could be pressed. The book seemed to be about Hermione because a lot of the pictures were of her and her friends. There were also little clips from plays, poetry, letters from people and what not. Draco turned the pages when a piece of paper fell out; he picked it up and read it. It seemed to be some type of poetry, it didn't have the name of the author and it looked to be in Hermione's handwriting. It said:
The gentle silence
Of my room fitting for this time
This place of madness
Raging inside
Who am I?
Why do I love what I can not?
Locked away from love
He watches what he can't have
He watches me through the window
Dividing our worlds he sees me
Watching with those eyes
Those piercing, staring eyes
Chilling me
Warming me, scaring me
From those so different can we love?
From past wars can we feel?
A feeling that will kill us
Destroy us and all we love
I watch him and try to hate
But no hate comes
I can take the challenge
But will I? Will I destroy my life?
For him? My answer is this
Anything is possible... The Rules of War
Draco read the poem over and over again trying to make sense of it. Who was the man she was talking about? Was the real question, who does she love that will destroy her and every thing else? Draco put the poem back into the book and closed he thought of returning it to Hermione but the there was an envelope addressed to him in the front of the book. He opened the envelope and took out the letter.
"Dear Mr. Malfoy, I have given you this book because I want you to try and learn something about the life of the Head Girl Hermione Shannon Granger. She has also received a book that is about you. I know that you think that her life is somewhat better then yours but I assure you it can but just as hard maybe harder. Life takes many twists and turns during it's process. Don't try to jump to any conclusions about Miss Granger learn from her and then make you conclusions. Albus Dumbledore"
Draco frowned and placed the letter back into the book closed the book and placed it back onto the shelf he found it on and started to unpack his own books and things.
Hermione closed her door and looked around her large room. On her book case she found a book on the center of the middle shelf. She reached out and pulled the book gently off the shelf. She opened the book and found and envelope addressed to her.
"Dear Miss Granger, I see you have found the book. When you open it and look through its pages please do not return it to Draco because he has a book that is about you. Professor McGonagall and I have decided on a new program that all the new head boy and girls are going to do from now on. The program is so that you can be come more acquainted with one another. Enjoy, Albus Dumbledore"
Hermione frowned and opened the book to see all sorts of pictures letters diary entry's and a lot of other things. Hermione's frown depend when she thought of Draco having a book that happened to be all about her. She wasn't that happy with him finding out her secrets at all. Hermione then sighed knowing that she never really did revile things in her diary or poems she just talked about a love that would never in her life time, but then again it was only poetry that she was going to turn into her muggle English teacher at a muggle summer school (it wasn't exactly a summer school just something similar to it, like since she didn't take the normal school year there was a summer program for that. Get it?) That she attended. She only took science and English courses because when she was in muggle School she was doing math and social studies that were way past her grade level. Her teacher in English told her once when she read her poems that she had very rare talent for poetry; she also asked if it had anything to do with her life. Hermione told her that there was something in the boarding school she was attending that was just out of her reach. Hermione sighed again and sat down on her bed and opened the book again to the first page and began to read.
(sigh) I hate writing journals, but this is the only thing keeping me from jumping out of my widow. My father has taken to beating my mother again I feel so terrible that there is nothing I can do to stop this. I remember that I tried to once. He just turned to me and slapped me upside the head and put the Cruciatus curse on me and made me watch him beat her! It was only after he finished beating her, well actually it was about and hour after he beat her that he took the curse off me. Oh how that hurt! I still feel the pain every time I here her screams. But then again beating her isn't the worst that he has done to her. Sometimes he gets it into his head that he wants more children. He is so stupid not to realize that after mother had me she couldn't have anymore children!! The doctor even told him face to face that she couldn't have anymore. Mother even told him every time he tries to shag her! She refuses to let him! But no! he just gets angry and rapes her! Life just isn't worth living for me there's no point in me living here. But for some crazy reason I keep going, if only I could have the one person I can not then life would be grand! But I can't she is too far away for me to grasp.
The diary ended there and tears filled Hermione's eyes. She took in shaky breaths and let out even shakier ones. Her body shook as she cried; she squeezed her eyes shut to stop her from crying. Memories of her summer flooding her mind, ones that she would love to forget. Hermione then sat up quickly and ran into the bathroom to take a cold shower.
"I don't give a fuck what you say give me that fucking book!" Hermione bellowed making another move on taking the book about her from Draco.
"No! Just drop it! It's not like you ever reveal anything anyway! You stupid mudblood!" Draco yelled back holding the book out of her reach. Hermione flinched at the word 'mudblood', even though she knew she wasn't one it still hurt.
"For your information ferret boy I'm not a mudblood! I'm a pureblood just like you!" She screamed breathing heavily with anger. Draco stared at her not knowing whether or not to believe this. He lower the book slightly, just enough for Hermione to reach. Hermione took this opportunity to grab the book and make a run for her room. Just as she started to run Draco came back to his senses and tackled Hermione. The book flew from her hands and skidded to a halt right in front of her bedroom door. Hermione glared at him and squirmed so that she was lying on her back and kicked out with her legs against his chest causing him to fly back and land with a dull thud on the couch. Hermione then scrambled to her feet grabbed the book and ran into her room slamming the door and locking it so that it couldn't be opened with a spell. Hermione leaned against the door breathing heavily.
"Oh god! What is happening to me?" Hermione said to herself as she slid to the floor and started to rock herself back and forth.
Draco lay on the couch stunned. She just kicked him and he flew back like he had been hit with a spell! "What the fuck is wrong with Granger?" He thought as he rubbed the back of his head. He had read most of the book finding her life quite interesting. She had a lot of pain held inside of her. Just recently he noticed tear stains on the pages as she wrote. He also noticed that she seemed to reveal more and more about some guy that she met. He wondered why she was trying to keep that from every one. "Now I know what your weakness is." Draco thought. "Your past."