I Seem To Be Alone
Chapter One: Hermione's Story- Evanesence's "Bring Me To Life"
It all began when Ron and I had another fight. We still fought when we started going out in seventh year, but we always made up. This time we broke up.
Don't get me wrong, I still love Ron, but he just gets on my nerves so much. He can be so blind sometimes. I guess that's the way some boys can be.
It was just before Christmas, to make it even worse. I went home for the holidays, to get away from it all for a little while. I couldn't take it there either, so I stopped by Diagon Ally, looking at books. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get Ron off my mind.
And that's where it all began. I went back to school, constantly moving. I went to Hogsmeade on the weekends, but not with Ron or Harry. Harry was going on dates with Ginny, Ron's younger sister anyway, and I did not want to disturb them, but Ginny insisted once. She said she knew how I felt. I did not go meet them, afraid that I might use Ginny to get through Ron. But then my world turned upside down when Plan A came into action.
Plan A went to work at Hogsmeade. I knew that jealousy might get Ron to come back to me, so I went to find a new boyfriend. For a very smart girl, I can be pretty stupid sometimes. I chose Draco Malfoy. You must understand though, that this was by total accident. Why don't I tell you what happened that day.
*
Draco Malfoy was alone in Hogsmeade. Strange, yes it was. No Crabbe or Goyle, or even Pansy were with him. I found myself very curious as I walked up the snow covered road. He was leaning against the railing of a fence near where the wanted poster of Sirius Black once was. Now it was filled with warning of Voldemort.
Many students were in the village today, to take a break of studying for O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T.s, but this section was very quiet and almost empty. Draco looked up, and saw me.
"Why are you here- by yourself, Granger?" he said rudely.
"I was going to ask you the same thing." I said quietly. He didn't answer.
I watched the Slytherin boy, and I noticed he looked different. He had never looked this way before. He was sad. Furiously sad. He had his head bend, his Slytherin scarf around his neck. His scarf wasn't swaying, and neither was mine. Only the snow was falling and no wind was blowing.
He did not look at me, as I looked at him. I could tell something was bothering him, but I wasn't going to ask right away.
"Where are your cronies?" I asked, sitting up on the fence.
"Shouldn't you be reading a book or studying?" he said sourly. Not the usual insult he usually can pull off. I sighed.
"Or perhaps you should be "having fun" with Weasl." He said darkly.
"Don't insult or let Ron into this." I said softly, keeping the anger out of my voice.
"Then why did you come over here in the first place?" I didn't answer that. "What are you going to do, slap me again?"
The memory floated into my mind, and I smiled. What a fun memory that was.
"Perhaps I shall. Or I could just turn you into a ferret." Draco didn't say anything but I can tell he was starting to get mad.
"You've changed Granger." He said finally.
"So have you." I tried to give a hint on how he was standing alone and sad. He lifted his head and leaned against the fence near me, so we were facing each other. He was peering at me and it made me feel nervous. It was almost like the way Ron used to peer at me.
"So," Draco said, tearing his eyes from me (or at least trying to) and shifting in his spot. "You and Weasel no more a couple or what?" he smirked.
"I said leave Ron out of this." I said. "Why do you care anyway? Oh wait, I forgot. You've been weighing on Ron ever since our first year." I didn't mention Harry. I took off one of my gloves. "Maybe I should smack you."
I lept off the fence, and he even made a move to back away, but he kept smirking.
"And slaps hurt much worse in the cold." I said, walking toward him still. Draco was backing up as I moved forward, shaking his head.
"You have changed a lot, haven't you?" he said, his smirk still visible through the snow. The snow was getting thick, so it was hard to see. I thought of it as an advantage to me. Draco wouldn't be able to see me pounce on him.
Draco continued to smirk, and backing up. We passed the sign with posters almost ripping off of it. I lifted my hand. I had to smack him. I had to force out my anger on someone. Everything I was feeling since my fight with Ron was bubbling up inside of me. Then I pounced.
My hand rose and I threw it at Malfoy as hard as I could, but he expected it this time and he caught my hand in his. This surprised me, and my foot slipped from under me so I fell forward on him. I couldn't see that well, and everything was a blur. The next thing I knew, everything that I was trying to throw in that punch at him was gone.
Draco held the hand I was going to punch him with up near our heads as we kissed in the snow. I never imagined it would feel this good kissing a Slytherin. I never imagined I would kiss a Slytherin anyway. I didn't even know if this was by accident or if Draco planned the whole thing as I was planning to smack him.
I had lost my head for a full three minutes, then I snapped back into reality and stepped back, staring at him in disbelieve. He seemed both satisfied and... well.... I've never seen that look before. I didn't know what it was. He was still holding my hand. There was a huge lurch in my stomach and I felt like I was going to be sick now.
"I....I...." I tried to speak and think of something to say. "I think I'm gonna catch a cold.... I'm.... I'm gonna go back."
I turned to leave, but he still didn't let go of me. He pulled me towards him and soon we were practically hugging. I didn't feel so alone anymore, but I also felt horrible, horrible guilt.
That's when I finally made up my mind. I needed a new boyfriend to get my mind of Ron, and to get him back. Now I know that I was just using that as an excuse to actually date Draco. Draco Malfoy, the one I've hated since I was eleven. I didn't hate him anymore.
He was the only one I felt at that time could bring me out of the despair that took over me when Ron and I broke up. Ever since then everything had been so disorganized. It had been dark, but I felt like.... Nothing. I felt like nothing. Draco could help me feel like something. Anything. Everything.
I looked up at him, looking for something to say. He didn't say anything, which made me feel awkward.
Finally he started to speak. "What do you feel like now?"
I answered, "I feel like I need to wake up." I said it with a half crying half laughing sound in my voice. I knew I had changed, and Draco had changed too. I could see it in his eyes. We could both make eachother feel like something, if not everything.
[Ron's story coming up next!]
Chapter One: Hermione's Story- Evanesence's "Bring Me To Life"
It all began when Ron and I had another fight. We still fought when we started going out in seventh year, but we always made up. This time we broke up.
Don't get me wrong, I still love Ron, but he just gets on my nerves so much. He can be so blind sometimes. I guess that's the way some boys can be.
It was just before Christmas, to make it even worse. I went home for the holidays, to get away from it all for a little while. I couldn't take it there either, so I stopped by Diagon Ally, looking at books. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get Ron off my mind.
And that's where it all began. I went back to school, constantly moving. I went to Hogsmeade on the weekends, but not with Ron or Harry. Harry was going on dates with Ginny, Ron's younger sister anyway, and I did not want to disturb them, but Ginny insisted once. She said she knew how I felt. I did not go meet them, afraid that I might use Ginny to get through Ron. But then my world turned upside down when Plan A came into action.
Plan A went to work at Hogsmeade. I knew that jealousy might get Ron to come back to me, so I went to find a new boyfriend. For a very smart girl, I can be pretty stupid sometimes. I chose Draco Malfoy. You must understand though, that this was by total accident. Why don't I tell you what happened that day.
*
Draco Malfoy was alone in Hogsmeade. Strange, yes it was. No Crabbe or Goyle, or even Pansy were with him. I found myself very curious as I walked up the snow covered road. He was leaning against the railing of a fence near where the wanted poster of Sirius Black once was. Now it was filled with warning of Voldemort.
Many students were in the village today, to take a break of studying for O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T.s, but this section was very quiet and almost empty. Draco looked up, and saw me.
"Why are you here- by yourself, Granger?" he said rudely.
"I was going to ask you the same thing." I said quietly. He didn't answer.
I watched the Slytherin boy, and I noticed he looked different. He had never looked this way before. He was sad. Furiously sad. He had his head bend, his Slytherin scarf around his neck. His scarf wasn't swaying, and neither was mine. Only the snow was falling and no wind was blowing.
He did not look at me, as I looked at him. I could tell something was bothering him, but I wasn't going to ask right away.
"Where are your cronies?" I asked, sitting up on the fence.
"Shouldn't you be reading a book or studying?" he said sourly. Not the usual insult he usually can pull off. I sighed.
"Or perhaps you should be "having fun" with Weasl." He said darkly.
"Don't insult or let Ron into this." I said softly, keeping the anger out of my voice.
"Then why did you come over here in the first place?" I didn't answer that. "What are you going to do, slap me again?"
The memory floated into my mind, and I smiled. What a fun memory that was.
"Perhaps I shall. Or I could just turn you into a ferret." Draco didn't say anything but I can tell he was starting to get mad.
"You've changed Granger." He said finally.
"So have you." I tried to give a hint on how he was standing alone and sad. He lifted his head and leaned against the fence near me, so we were facing each other. He was peering at me and it made me feel nervous. It was almost like the way Ron used to peer at me.
"So," Draco said, tearing his eyes from me (or at least trying to) and shifting in his spot. "You and Weasel no more a couple or what?" he smirked.
"I said leave Ron out of this." I said. "Why do you care anyway? Oh wait, I forgot. You've been weighing on Ron ever since our first year." I didn't mention Harry. I took off one of my gloves. "Maybe I should smack you."
I lept off the fence, and he even made a move to back away, but he kept smirking.
"And slaps hurt much worse in the cold." I said, walking toward him still. Draco was backing up as I moved forward, shaking his head.
"You have changed a lot, haven't you?" he said, his smirk still visible through the snow. The snow was getting thick, so it was hard to see. I thought of it as an advantage to me. Draco wouldn't be able to see me pounce on him.
Draco continued to smirk, and backing up. We passed the sign with posters almost ripping off of it. I lifted my hand. I had to smack him. I had to force out my anger on someone. Everything I was feeling since my fight with Ron was bubbling up inside of me. Then I pounced.
My hand rose and I threw it at Malfoy as hard as I could, but he expected it this time and he caught my hand in his. This surprised me, and my foot slipped from under me so I fell forward on him. I couldn't see that well, and everything was a blur. The next thing I knew, everything that I was trying to throw in that punch at him was gone.
Draco held the hand I was going to punch him with up near our heads as we kissed in the snow. I never imagined it would feel this good kissing a Slytherin. I never imagined I would kiss a Slytherin anyway. I didn't even know if this was by accident or if Draco planned the whole thing as I was planning to smack him.
I had lost my head for a full three minutes, then I snapped back into reality and stepped back, staring at him in disbelieve. He seemed both satisfied and... well.... I've never seen that look before. I didn't know what it was. He was still holding my hand. There was a huge lurch in my stomach and I felt like I was going to be sick now.
"I....I...." I tried to speak and think of something to say. "I think I'm gonna catch a cold.... I'm.... I'm gonna go back."
I turned to leave, but he still didn't let go of me. He pulled me towards him and soon we were practically hugging. I didn't feel so alone anymore, but I also felt horrible, horrible guilt.
That's when I finally made up my mind. I needed a new boyfriend to get my mind of Ron, and to get him back. Now I know that I was just using that as an excuse to actually date Draco. Draco Malfoy, the one I've hated since I was eleven. I didn't hate him anymore.
He was the only one I felt at that time could bring me out of the despair that took over me when Ron and I broke up. Ever since then everything had been so disorganized. It had been dark, but I felt like.... Nothing. I felt like nothing. Draco could help me feel like something. Anything. Everything.
I looked up at him, looking for something to say. He didn't say anything, which made me feel awkward.
Finally he started to speak. "What do you feel like now?"
I answered, "I feel like I need to wake up." I said it with a half crying half laughing sound in my voice. I knew I had changed, and Draco had changed too. I could see it in his eyes. We could both make eachother feel like something, if not everything.
[Ron's story coming up next!]
