(A/N: Once again, I'm terribly sorry for the delay in my updating!!! My
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my computers fault and I apologize in advance. That said, Thanks a million
to all my faithful readers!!!!!!)
Usual Disclaimer
.. and so the story continues.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~* CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: ROCK BOTTOM
Several weeks had passed and Hermione had never been so miserable. Hermione felt betrayed by Draco. He'd made her believe that he had changed, made her fall in love with him, and then, only when he had her, tell her the worst news of her life. Though Hermione didn't fully accept what Harry and Ron were telling her, it was easier this way.
Draco had approached her many times, not caring about who was around, since everyone already knew, but Hermione hadn't said anything, she just looked at the floor as her friends got him to back off. Each time just got more difficult and it was all Hermione could do, not to run back into his strong arms that had made her feel so safe.
Harry and Ron became more protective of her and never allowed her to go anywhere out of their sight in case Malfoy tried anything. It got pretty annoying after the first week or so. The other students seemed to forgive Hermione's "rash actions" and re-accept her into their "family". Harry and Ron and other Gryffindor's seemed to create a story explaining the Quidditch match.
Hermione had been scared not for Draco's well being but for just that of another student. She knew that if he'd died, that Quidditch would be canceled for the remainder of the year and for the Gryffindor's sake she had yelled hoping to make Malfoy realize what was going on. Not knowing if her plan had worked or not, she ran onto the field to check and just decided to follow the teachers to the hospital wing. This story was very well accepted and Hermione was looked upon as being a hero for saving Quidditch.
Personally, it made Hermione sick but she never bothered to correct it, because since that day, noting mattered. And it showed.
Her chocolate eyes were dull and cloudy with circles under them, her brown curls mattered, her skin pale, her rose lips chapped, and that smile, that could have once brightened a dark room disappeared. Her friends worried about her but Hermione always waved them off with excuses as to her appearance.
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But Hermione wasn't the only one miserable. Draco Malfoy had hit rock bottom. After that fateful night he'd desperately tried to make contact with Hermione, hoping to explain more but she wouldn't hear it. Obviously unlike the kiss they had shared in detention, she had told her friends and all were after his head.
The Slytherin's shunned him for associating with a Gryffindor but he didn't care. He'd never really had any true friends and was used to flying solo. Now that the whole school knew about Hermione and himself he didn't see anything wrong with attempting to contact her. The only effect was that more rumors were made up and spread about; Draco knew it would all blow over eventually.
One person who still unfortunately hung around Draco was Pansy. That girl never left his side and since the Quidditch match had become especially glued to him. She never stopped badgering him with questions about Hermione and it was plain to see that she was very jealous. This greatly amused Draco, and Draco was very rarely amused by Pansy.
But the light in Draco's life had gone out. He saw nothing worthwhile, no point to life without Hermione. And suspiciously, Hermione looked just as awful as he did, which secretly made Draco believe that she still cared about him. But for Draco it was nothing more than wishful thinking.
Hermione had shut the book on him, and Draco knew that Hermione didn't read the same book twice. It was over; he'd have to move on with life, if that was even possible. But how?
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Usual Disclaimer
.. and so the story continues.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~* CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: ROCK BOTTOM
Several weeks had passed and Hermione had never been so miserable. Hermione felt betrayed by Draco. He'd made her believe that he had changed, made her fall in love with him, and then, only when he had her, tell her the worst news of her life. Though Hermione didn't fully accept what Harry and Ron were telling her, it was easier this way.
Draco had approached her many times, not caring about who was around, since everyone already knew, but Hermione hadn't said anything, she just looked at the floor as her friends got him to back off. Each time just got more difficult and it was all Hermione could do, not to run back into his strong arms that had made her feel so safe.
Harry and Ron became more protective of her and never allowed her to go anywhere out of their sight in case Malfoy tried anything. It got pretty annoying after the first week or so. The other students seemed to forgive Hermione's "rash actions" and re-accept her into their "family". Harry and Ron and other Gryffindor's seemed to create a story explaining the Quidditch match.
Hermione had been scared not for Draco's well being but for just that of another student. She knew that if he'd died, that Quidditch would be canceled for the remainder of the year and for the Gryffindor's sake she had yelled hoping to make Malfoy realize what was going on. Not knowing if her plan had worked or not, she ran onto the field to check and just decided to follow the teachers to the hospital wing. This story was very well accepted and Hermione was looked upon as being a hero for saving Quidditch.
Personally, it made Hermione sick but she never bothered to correct it, because since that day, noting mattered. And it showed.
Her chocolate eyes were dull and cloudy with circles under them, her brown curls mattered, her skin pale, her rose lips chapped, and that smile, that could have once brightened a dark room disappeared. Her friends worried about her but Hermione always waved them off with excuses as to her appearance.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
But Hermione wasn't the only one miserable. Draco Malfoy had hit rock bottom. After that fateful night he'd desperately tried to make contact with Hermione, hoping to explain more but she wouldn't hear it. Obviously unlike the kiss they had shared in detention, she had told her friends and all were after his head.
The Slytherin's shunned him for associating with a Gryffindor but he didn't care. He'd never really had any true friends and was used to flying solo. Now that the whole school knew about Hermione and himself he didn't see anything wrong with attempting to contact her. The only effect was that more rumors were made up and spread about; Draco knew it would all blow over eventually.
One person who still unfortunately hung around Draco was Pansy. That girl never left his side and since the Quidditch match had become especially glued to him. She never stopped badgering him with questions about Hermione and it was plain to see that she was very jealous. This greatly amused Draco, and Draco was very rarely amused by Pansy.
But the light in Draco's life had gone out. He saw nothing worthwhile, no point to life without Hermione. And suspiciously, Hermione looked just as awful as he did, which secretly made Draco believe that she still cared about him. But for Draco it was nothing more than wishful thinking.
Hermione had shut the book on him, and Draco knew that Hermione didn't read the same book twice. It was over; he'd have to move on with life, if that was even possible. But how?
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