I Love To See You Cry
~hotsleekeyez~
Chapter 3 Too Hurt to Talk
***Harry***
Hermione was laid on a bed in the hospital wing. It was around 11:30 in the evening and the moon was the only source of light inside the wing. Stars were shining in the sky, twinkling, singing a silent song of merriment.
She was alone in there since an accident was not much expected on the first day of the school year. Madam Pomfrey went to check her every half hour to see if she has awakened.
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Harry and Ron sat in the Gryffindor common room by the fireplace. They kept on talking about things they had the same interests in, and most especially, the training they had under Sirius.
"Harry, it's all odd. Mione came crying on the train only because Malfoy caught her wrist? It's weird really", Ron said with a confused face.
"Ron, if you were the one held up by Malfoy, you would get hurt for sure. It's evident he looks stronger now. He must have been training under the Death Eaters at the same time that we were under Sirius. I say, it really is a bit odd for Mione to act that way"
"Oh well. I was thinking if we visit her this time of the night. She might be awake then"
"Ron, do you have an idea why Mione would fall unconscious just because of the cut on her finger?", Harry questioned as he himself wondered on the sudden change of Hermoine's reactions/
"She might be having phobia to blood. Or, she was dead hungry from the trip. Or, she wanted more attention from the guys, wishing they would carry her to her room if she faints."
"Ron! As if you haven't been with our Mione for six years!", Harry yelled.
Ron sat there silent.
Harry continued. "Mione doesn't have phobia to blood. We were eating throughout the trip, meaning, she's definitely not hungry. And Mione would NEVER, ever, want any attention from one of those guys"
"So, do you have the slightest hint?"
"None at all"
"Oh, I got it! Maybe she is pregnant!", Ron exclaimed as if he has figured out what was wrong.
"Grow up Ron! Mione wouldn't be too pleased hearing you say that. Don't ever assume anything. In the long run, you may find it true after all.", Harry said as his eyes wandered everywhere his eyes could fix itself on.
Ron gave Harry a questioning look.
"Do you suppose she might be pregnant?"
"NO. It's not Hermione Granger if she gets pregnant before marrying someone. I reckon we shall visit her then. Don't you make mention of what you're telling me now. Hermione might get too anxious that she will try what she has long wanted to do on Malfoy on you. She will not have second thoughts of casting a spell on you. . ."
"She would?", Ron asked absurdly.
Ron suddenlt felt something like a nudge on his head. Definitely Harry's.
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They walked up the hallway, pushing the portrait open to exeunt towards the staircases leading to the hospital wing.
They denuded the door to the hospital wing. Harry caught the sight of Madam Pomfrey as she made a concoction into a vial. She turned around looking flabbergasted at the sight of two seventh year students walking in at that time of the night. Nonetheless, she gave a quick smile and conversed to Harry and Ron.
"What makes you come up here late in the evening? I understand you want to pay a visit to your friend but you could have waited until tomorrow. She is perfectly fine"
"What happened to her?", Ron voiced point-blank. He wanted to and know the exact reason why Hermione passed out just like that. Sure, it was a small thing but passing out wasn't Hermione Granger.
"I must tell you, there is nothing wrong with her. She is not sick. Maybe then you could ask her when she has awaken", Madam Pomfrey as she headed to Hermione's bed by the large window of the hospital wing.
The two proceeded after Madam Pomfrey and made sure they didn't make a bit of a sound---afraid that they would wake a sleeping Hermione.
Nearing Hermione's bed, Ron sneezed uproariously.
They heard a thud from a metal pan and a head. Harry just hit Ron for being nothing but foolish.
"Ouch! What was that for?", Ron asked while he rubbed on his head.
"Ronald Weasley, you are already at the right age to remember to cover your mouth when you sneeze! Sheesh, you could wake Mione up!"
Busy arguing with each other, the two did not see that Hermione was awake already. In fact, she was up even before they came in.
"Harry! Ron!", Hermione said happily.
"Mione!", the two said in unison.
"What happened Mione?", Harry questioned.
"Dunno. Strange really"
"Oh, by the way, Mione, a second year gave this for you. . ."
Harry grabbed something from inside the pocket of his robe. It was a Get- Well-Soon card from Mikhael Yrashnikov, a Gryffindor who has been crushing on Hermione since his first year.
"Oh, remind me to thank him when I get back", Hermione claimed with a smile.
"And that's not all. Someone wanted to give this to you as well."
Harry grabbed from his pocket yet again and showed a gold necklace with the most exquisite pendant she had never seen before. The pendant, a rose with red gems and diamond lining, sparkled as she took it from Harry's hand and held it up to give her full view of it.
"Who gave this?", Hermione asked curiously amused.
"Oh. that. He is your secret lover Mione", Harry replied as he attempted to look at Hermione straight in the eye. . . but he couldn't.
"Well, if he is going to give me something as priceless as this, he must give me his name next time. I couldn't thank him enough. But why?"
"Maybe, he wanted to tell you something, but he couldn't. Maybe he wanted you to know he existed and that he cares for you a lot", Harry answered directly.
"But isn't this too much? I mean, I don't deserve anything like this."
Ron, after minutes of trying to get his composure (and mind) back from the whack in the head Harry gave him, suddenly cut in as jokingly as he did before.
"Mione, I think that guy is madly in love with you! That must cost a fortune. something far more my parents could earn in a decade of work, even with Bill and Percy to help. I think he is obsessed!", Ron said finding his eyes staring at the floor as he said this. He pitied himself too much because of his social stature.
"I would be most obliging for him to tell me who he is. If he will continue on giving something as precious as this, I fear I have to take you two around with me wherever I go. It would not be safe then", Hermione responded with a smile on her face.
"Ms. Granger, you could go with your friends now. I see not a reason you have to stay longer. Just take this potion, and it will soothe you, then you will feel better", Madam Pomfrey interrupted.
"Thank you Madam Pomfrey"
Hermione stood up and put on her Mary Jane's. The three walked out of the hospital wing. Ron and Hermione kept on making stories about her secret lover and made fun of the stories they would be able to make. They did not mind Harry who was silent through their walk back to the dormitories.
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//I can't tell her I still love her. Hermione would think I am living a lie after promising her that our past relationship should be shunned in the past. But I could not help it! How hard could this all be? I am not just her best friend! I am her ex-boyfriend, and I am positive that she loved me as deep, but we both knew it would not work out.
Did I hold her up in the neck too tightly?
I should have given her the attention she deserved. Why do I have to put up a mask when I am with her, pretending that I am just her best friend, trying to hide my pain of my loss of someone so dear? Why lose her when I wasn't ready? Why be so stupid and disregard her when Quidditch matches were up?
Couldn't she understand that I, too, needed some attention as well? I am not smart as she is! I wouldn't be popular if not for Voldemort giving me this scar! Yes, it was too selfish of me to think such!//
//I don't know what to do next. kill myself up to prove to her that I still loved her? I think not. She wouldn't be pleased. She never was pleased with me, to begin with. I only gave her discontent. It wasn't my first relationship but why was I so clueless about it when she was with me? Why should it be so hard to love your best friend who was your former lover?//
"Damn you.", Harry suddenly uttered.
"Harry?", Hermione asked.
"Huh? Yes Mione?", he spoke as if innocent.
"You're mad?"
"Why would I be?"
"I don't know. Maybe you are mad at me since I passed out during dinner. Maybe you were not able to eat properly. Were you?"
"Oh, I wasn't able to eat properly. But I'm not mad"
Harry was lying.
"Then why would you suddenly curse under your breath?"
"Maybe you just heard the wolf howling. I wasn't speaking at all"
Harry still put up with his lie.
"Ok then. I hope you didn't worry too much about me a while back. You hungry? I have some candies up in my room. I could give you some"
"No thanks, I'm fine."
//How could I not be worried Hermione Granger? Tell me! And I want you to know that that necklace I gave you could not be of equal to you. I could buy anything, but you. . . Hermione Granger, you are priceless, and not some diamond-studded necklace I just gave you could suffice the space you left empty in my life. . .
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The three went up to the dorms and headed straight for bed. They were tired from the trip this morning and they needed rest for tomorrow's classes.
Hermione and Ron slept fast and deep into their dreams. Harry was wide awake. He walked towards the bath room and entered.
//I shouldn't be speaking defensively in front of those two. Ron even thought I was a fag when I was telling them how come Malfoy suddenly gets to Mione's nerves that bad. Wait a second. Is it possible that Mione agreed to part ways with me because she had someone else in her head? MALFOY? This couldn't be! He can't take Mione away from me!//
Harry punched through the mirror inside the bathroom. Shattered pieces of glass fell to the floor. Surprisingly, Ron and Neville didn't wake up since they stayed in the same room. He didn't mind at all if they awoke or not. At that moment, rage filled him, and it was finding its way out. . .
His rage did find its way out. Harry felt something wet drip to his feet. His hands were hanging by his sides and the fists at both ends were wounded.
*. . .Wounded, and filled with blood. . .
Wounded. Just like his heart. . .
Wounded. Just like his soul. . .
Harry loved her too much. And still, he hasn't accepted the fact that their two-year relationship already came to an end. Since fourth year, they lived a roller-coaster-kind-of-relationship. They had arguments aplenty though they easily patched up since they knew well each other, and came to understand their differences. It was chaotic nonetheless.
They broke up the year before seventh year, after Christmas vacation, when Hermione found out that Harry was into another girl named Lavender Brown. It wasn't expected. Lavender seduced Harry, and being a man, vulnerable to his sexual urge, Harry gave in to fancy seduction. Harry didn't love her, but he was more than willing to share his nights with her---knowing that Hermione was not going to give him the pleasure of going in into her just yet. Being fair-faced, Lavender got the luxury of lustful nights with him. It was all a big mistake. Afraid Harry could hurt Hermione further, he was the one who broke up with her. Seeing her cry was too much for him to bear and Harry assumed that it was be better if they just become their usual selves, being a friend to each other. Hurt too much, Hermione agreed. It took her months before she recovered. Now, she treats him the same way she did before their relationship, but Harry could not move on. He was being stuck up with his infidelity to a person with pure love offered to him.
Hermione's kisses haunted him. Her gentle way she would touch him haunted him. Her thoughtful way of checking out if he was fine haunted him. More than that, just the thought of Hermione Granger haunted him. The Hermione Granger whom she loved deeply and hurt even deeper. . .*
Feeling exhausted thinking of everything, Harry sat by the wall of the bathroom. His face was pale in fury, eyes droopy in agony, and hair scattered in confusion, and soul empty in loss of a person whom he truly loved.
Harry closed his eyes while feeling the pain of the wounds on his fists. The stinging sensation that the wounds brought him gave him anguish. That was what he deserved. He deserved to suffer as much as a pure heart did for him.
Harry drifted to a deep sleep. A dream entered from darkness. . .
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There the lady was, sitting beside a sad-looking stallion lying on the ground. The stallion's legs were injured, and there were a number of lashes on its back.
Harry tried looking around to see where he was, where they were. The place was gloomy, sad, and dull. He has never seen such a place before. And there was complete silence---an eerie silence that sent shivers down his spine. Looking back at her, Harry noticed that it was only him, she, and the sorrowful horse.
The lady was crying. NO, SHE WASN'T! There was not a tear that fell down her cheeks. She was wearing a black dress, which fit its way through her curves. The dress looked as mournful as her. In her hands, she grasped a bouquet of red roses. Harry tried to move his feet towards the lady, but it didn't move. He broke the silence in saying the lady's name.
"Hermione."
Hermione looked up at him, showing pitiful eyes. She was crying, but not a tear touched her skin. . .
Her eyes were dry from tears.
Hermione had no more tears.
She cried too much in pain that her eyes dried up and left her with such sorrowful eyes that asked for refuge. Never in his lifetime had Harry seen such pair of brown eyes in total morose in his lifetime. In fact, Hermione's eyes weren't brown anymore, they had a lighter shade on, with nerves at the corner of her eyes as red as the flowers she was holding.
"Hermione, I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't want this to happen. Let me share your pain. Give me as much as you can. . . I deserve nothing less. . ."
Hermione just stared at him, as if she could not hear, nor could she see. . .
From a blur came out a well-built man clad in fine robes. His blonde hair was flowing freely through the air filled with melancholy. His eyes were steel cold. He went in front of Hermione, taking a knee down, and another. He cupped Hermione's chin with his right hand and held her shoulder with his left. He too, was grieving, yet he did not contain as much as Hermione did. The man's lips parted to converse with her.
"My dearest, if you only knew how much I hated to take this decision"
"I told you that I wouldn't want to come between your dreams and your fears. I have accepted the fact that we just can't be. We were not meant to be. Leave me here now and let me be. You might not be able to return once again in the real world if you stay here longer. I assure you, I understand"
"Hermione, always remember that my heart will forever remain yours no matter what. Even if I turn down my principles to be the worse creature I will be, I will never forget you. I will become a Death Eater, to avenge for you. Take my revenge to those who considered us not proper and moral. My father will be the first one to have a taste of my sweet vengeance"
"Don't say that. Promise me that you would not be like them. It will only cause you deeper into being one in their beliefs if you do so. Tell me now that you will never do something as they were accustomed to do. you are not a murderer Draco Malfoy! Promise me now Draco!"
"I am sorry it has to come to this"
The man who was kneeling in front of her of was none other than Draco Malfoy.
Draco stood up and gathered much courage never to look into her eyes again. He turned away from her, without even a farewell. In a few strides, he vanished.
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Harry jilted awake from his sleep, panting, as he tried to catch his breath.
"That was a dream.. That was ONLY a dream!."
Harry tried to convince himself it wasn't true. Sweat covered his face and his body seemed numb cold from all the emotions that flooded through his whole being.
He stood up looking at the mirror. It was not a nice mirror to look at. It was shattered and some pieces fell to the floor made him see himself in the same SHATTERED PIECES as the glass were.
He made his way through the bathtub and opened the faucet to let out the cold water. It was 4:30 a.m. and the water was ice cold. As the tub filled, Harry placed his foot into the water, followed by the other and then he sat afterwards.
Harry was still in shock. He knew it was a dream. He saw Hermione badly hurt. badly hurt with Malfoy.
*So was this the same agony Hermione had to put up with when she knew about Lavender? Why did it have to occur in Harry's dream that he was also hurt. He tried talking to her but Hermione didn't know he was there.
Instead, Harry was made witness to a lamentable profession of love. A love that was perfectly requited, yet never bound to be.*
Harry turned the other knob for the shower. He let the water slap his face-- -to slap him with the truth that he was awfully wrong. He just sat in there until he saw the sun rise through the window in the bathroom, then he went through dressing up and fixing his things for class in clashing emotions. Harry's emotions were at extremes. luckily, he was able to control it.
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Harry waited for Ron and Neville to finish dressing up before they went to the Great hall for breakfast.
Hermione and Ginny were already inside taking their food as they chat away through the meal. Hermione had told Ginny of her secret lover and then Hermione pulled out the necklace from inside her undergarment. The two where giggling, not minding that their friends were giving them questioning glares.
Throughout breakfast, Harry was the only one who kept his silence. Hermione did notice but she just shrugged it off.
//Maybe he wasn't able to sleep well last night. Hope he will not doze off in front of Professor Snape//
Three men walked towards their table. Two were holding an apple each. The one who seemed to be their BETTER was striding through the aisles to go in their direction. From afar, the blonde-haired guy could be seen with his oh- so-famous smirk. The ferret boy was going to ruin their meal again.
Hermione sat erect as she felt warm breath behind her ear. Draco was behind her speaking foolishness again.
"Did you miss me mudblood bitch?", Draco questioned Hermione in a malicious tone.
"No", hermione replied pointblank.
"Too bad I was thinking of you through the night. I was thinking how fateful one's death could be for you. Maybe it would be a good sight to see you cut in half, now wouldn't it?"
"The pleasure would be mine", Hermione responded with a brow raised at Draco.
Harry, Ron, and Ginny were amazed by how well Hermione handled the situation. She didn't let him lose her cool. She remained calm---far different from the Hermione they saw on the train.
"I should schedule it then. and you other weaklings, you could already take your reservations for your death. First come, first serve", Draco spat as he raised a brow at them.
"Malfoy, sod off!", Harry snapped as he stood from his seat.
"If it isn't the famous Harry Potter trying to save the life of his friend again. . . Don't you get tired of being there for them round-the-clock though they are not there when you needed them the most? Pity, Pottyhead. If you have chosen to be one of my friends in first year, then you wouldn't need to cover up for these stupid creatures"
Draco didn't know how truthful his statements were.
Harry's friends were seldom there when he needed them. He always cared for them and he tried to protect them at all costs.
"If you have nothing more to say, you could leave this instant", Harry retorted.
"No, YOU leave, Scarhead. I am not through pissing Ms.Bookworm off'
Harry lost his temper. He didn't want every one else in the Great hall to witness him lose his cool. In full wrath, he headed for the door and went out to the hallways. He didn't want to hear more of what Draco was going to say to Hermione. It was too much for him to bear hearing.
What Harry didn't know was that Draco was only strides behind him--- following him.
"Potter! Are you scared of what I could do to your bitch? You are such a softie. I don't understand why Lord Voldemort had to choose YOU to be the mighty defender of the good wizards. You can't even stand up for your ex- girlfriend"
"Malfoy, I warn you, if you lay one finger on her again, I swear that I will be the one to kill you", Harry said dangerously.
"Oooohhhhh. I'm scared! Mum, Help!", Draco uttered in a squeaky voice and pretended to be a helpless child.
"At least even if Mione and I are through, I still defend her with all I have, not like you! You are one big coward. You can't even make Parkinson stop crying when she wanted you to introduce her to your parents but you refused to!"
"You touched a spot there, Potter. What would you do if one day you'll find out that the Mudblood is mine already?"
"That won't happen slimy git!"
"Really now. . . Let's see about that", Draco gave him a death glare, one piercing through Harry's eyes as if Draco also knew of his dreams. the dream that Harry had that morning.
"Malfoy, if that ever happens, don't break her heart. not again"
Harry's eyes lowered as if succumbing to the absurdity of the situation.
"HAHAHAHAHA! Potter! You must be kidding! I have not a plan of shagging out with her. NOT HER! I could not stoop that low. I wouldn't let my skin come in contact with her. Us purebloods, especially the Malfoys, don't settle anything less than best. And Granger, she is only anything less than worst! Scarhead, you are not only a hopeless romantic, you are a feeble-witted nincompoop as well!"
Draco came into a laughing fit. His evil guffaw echoed through the hallway.
Harry could not quite comprehend why he suddenly gave in to what Draco was saying. He spilled it. He showed Draco how much hidden emotions he has stuck up in his heart. He has just showed Draco Malfoy how much he still loved Hermione.
Never had Harry felt so stupid.
. . .Draco felt the same.
Draco thought he knew what he was saying one moment, and then the other he would be his old cocky self. Indeed, he wanted Hermione to be his, not even understanding why and how come.
Draco just summoned Harry to wait until he gets Hermione in his arms. And the way he spoke it, it was full of conviction. But Draco didn't want to. He will not suddenly turn up to them and ask for her hand. . . Or maybe, he will.
He too, was drowned in thoughts. It was the first time Draco was ever bothered by the little filthy bitch. Never had he expected this to face him, and it was facing him right then and there.
~Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.~
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Hello to all readers, new and old alike! This is the edited version of the third chapter. My thanks goes out to those who made notice of the tenses, grammar, and typographical errors in the unedited version of this chapter. Such errors were not done deliberately, but on the matter that I have not the time to edit my works. [I remembered, I haven't re-written my other fic "Magni Nominis Umbra". . . anyone interested of a morbid, lust-love relationship of the new day vampires, the New Dark Lord Drache Mal Foi and his personal sex-slave/lover, Hermione Granger. The story is set years after the war broke out between the Light and Dark wizards. Anyways, if you want to drop by that story, kindly post a review if you want me to do the rewriting now]
So, here's third chapter for you. . . a bit of the cheesy-fluffy-mushy part for Harry and the irony of Draco's emotions. For first-time readers, you have to read on-and-on to get the story, pronto! [I told you guys that the first chapters are only introduction. This is still not the story. . .]
*grins*
All of my fics are rated R, either Romance, Drama, or Angst. They are rated for sexual content, verbal informalities and cuss, violence, gore, and--- torture. Well yeah, I have dark things in my mind. I don't really have something happy or "optimistic-al" so the stories I have are sad. Some of the fics turn out very gloomy in the beginning and turns out well in the end. If you have time, you can drop by my other fics:
Magni Nominis Umbra [storyid=1406485] This is a DM/HG fic with HP on the side. You'll get an account of the "deed" here for twosome and threesome (happy! happy! er, no. this is a sad fic. Someone will turn into an unexpected creature a.k.a. HORRIBLE MONSTER) Basically, all you have to read here is the account of the deed. I've _attempted_ to re-write this story but it's hard since I'm not in the mood for writing Rated stuff lately. Don't worry, four of my stories are already done, so, you'll not lack of your daily dose of hormonal vitamins! (heehee. . .)
Insufficient Denial [1359770] Another DM/HG fic with HP on the side. (hmmm. . . a constant factor in my stories. . . never thought about it, but isn't it the best love triangle ever? Harry and Hermione are friends and the thought of them in a love relationship is complete possibility with the probability of 100%! Then here comes Draco in full magnificence, stooping down from his high pedestal to love his enemy. . . wew. . .) Here, you'll find Hermione long in love with Harry and when Draco comes to do these weird things to Hermione, that's when Harry confesses his long-kept love from the long-agonized Granger. After two sexual harassments on Hermione, she gives it all out and brings the true blue Granger in the light. In the latter part, it will be revealed that Hermione is dying and Draco is supposed to go away hiding with his family from Death Eaters (no, not Lucius-Narcissa-Draco family, but ANOTHER family. Figure out who they are. . . remember, Draco is STILL in 7th year). In the end, the question to be raised is that: Did Draco still put up with his front of denying his feelings for Hermione when it's all the end for both of them? ***WARNING : sad fic! Very sad fic. . . you'll be able to relate with this story if you're having misfortunes with love
In A Blur [1415753] This is a DM/HG fic with HP as the REAL man of the hour. Rated under Angst for the unexpected twist in the ending. Harry had to leave Hermione during Christmas vacation in Hogwarts for a conference in Paris with other wizarding schools when Draco reveals some "cruel intentions" for Hermione. Harry thinks twice of leaving, but he soon did. Hermione was left with Ginny as her only companion, and Draco steals the scenes from Harry by trying to seduce Hermione. Seduce Hermione for what? Read the fic. [Ending will not be disclosed here] Hah, you'll get that mush- cheese-fluff thing in this one, only that it would be in a form of snapping session between the Pureblood and the Mudblood. . . "When Harry was away, Draco came to play. . ."
Adrenaline Rush [1425647] I'm positive this is a DM/HG fic but in the beginning it will start with HP/HG tandem. After almost 5years, the REAL father of Harry's son with her wife comes back to see the kid. Only that, when Harry agreed that the biological father can see his son, Harry's wife and the kid were kidnapped. Who is the kidnapper? Is it the biological father or is it the father the kid grew up with (Harry)? ***This story is plot-wise. Tons of twists and mind-boggling scenes---it's like "I thought it was this, but it was like that", or, "I didn't expect it to be like this since it was like that". Just read to find out. ***oh, this is set on modern day, after-school years of Harry. Unnamed characters in first chappie, hiding-chasing in second chappie, car chase and bloody struggle in third chappie. . . what more can you ask for? I can even rate this fic under suspense!
Perfect Sacrifice [1416058] Another DM/HG fic. The two of them has this mutual confidential, platonic relationship when things turned out bad and Hermione wanted it all to end in suicide. Can Draco save Hermione despite the fact that he has to sacrifice revealing their friendly relationship? Would it be too late? Or is it the other way around---that Hermione should be the one to save Draco?Save from what? Read on. ***This is based on my life story right now (NYUCK-NYUCK)
Highly Attracted [1465394] This is the latest fic. No story yet but it already has the plot. Basically, still, this is a DM/HG fic. (I can't write for other pairings, but I do include other pairings from time-to-time just to make the circumstances---complicated). Hermione, in seventh year, learns that there is a stalker lurking behind her, beside her, and in every space in her midst. She receives a package from the person to see the skin of the frog she dissected back in second year. So, has the stalker been watching her every move since second year? Is this stalker deeply obsessed with her? IS this stalker the same person who killed her mother? (okay, fine, I know, the summary I gave doesn't point out to a DM/HG fic. But it will soon. Who knows what part Draco plays here! A friend? A lover? Or the stalker? Eenie- meenie-my-nee-mo!)
Chapter 3 Too Hurt to Talk
***Harry***
Hermione was laid on a bed in the hospital wing. It was around 11:30 in the evening and the moon was the only source of light inside the wing. Stars were shining in the sky, twinkling, singing a silent song of merriment.
She was alone in there since an accident was not much expected on the first day of the school year. Madam Pomfrey went to check her every half hour to see if she has awakened.
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Harry and Ron sat in the Gryffindor common room by the fireplace. They kept on talking about things they had the same interests in, and most especially, the training they had under Sirius.
"Harry, it's all odd. Mione came crying on the train only because Malfoy caught her wrist? It's weird really", Ron said with a confused face.
"Ron, if you were the one held up by Malfoy, you would get hurt for sure. It's evident he looks stronger now. He must have been training under the Death Eaters at the same time that we were under Sirius. I say, it really is a bit odd for Mione to act that way"
"Oh well. I was thinking if we visit her this time of the night. She might be awake then"
"Ron, do you have an idea why Mione would fall unconscious just because of the cut on her finger?", Harry questioned as he himself wondered on the sudden change of Hermoine's reactions/
"She might be having phobia to blood. Or, she was dead hungry from the trip. Or, she wanted more attention from the guys, wishing they would carry her to her room if she faints."
"Ron! As if you haven't been with our Mione for six years!", Harry yelled.
Ron sat there silent.
Harry continued. "Mione doesn't have phobia to blood. We were eating throughout the trip, meaning, she's definitely not hungry. And Mione would NEVER, ever, want any attention from one of those guys"
"So, do you have the slightest hint?"
"None at all"
"Oh, I got it! Maybe she is pregnant!", Ron exclaimed as if he has figured out what was wrong.
"Grow up Ron! Mione wouldn't be too pleased hearing you say that. Don't ever assume anything. In the long run, you may find it true after all.", Harry said as his eyes wandered everywhere his eyes could fix itself on.
Ron gave Harry a questioning look.
"Do you suppose she might be pregnant?"
"NO. It's not Hermione Granger if she gets pregnant before marrying someone. I reckon we shall visit her then. Don't you make mention of what you're telling me now. Hermione might get too anxious that she will try what she has long wanted to do on Malfoy on you. She will not have second thoughts of casting a spell on you. . ."
"She would?", Ron asked absurdly.
Ron suddenlt felt something like a nudge on his head. Definitely Harry's.
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They walked up the hallway, pushing the portrait open to exeunt towards the staircases leading to the hospital wing.
They denuded the door to the hospital wing. Harry caught the sight of Madam Pomfrey as she made a concoction into a vial. She turned around looking flabbergasted at the sight of two seventh year students walking in at that time of the night. Nonetheless, she gave a quick smile and conversed to Harry and Ron.
"What makes you come up here late in the evening? I understand you want to pay a visit to your friend but you could have waited until tomorrow. She is perfectly fine"
"What happened to her?", Ron voiced point-blank. He wanted to and know the exact reason why Hermione passed out just like that. Sure, it was a small thing but passing out wasn't Hermione Granger.
"I must tell you, there is nothing wrong with her. She is not sick. Maybe then you could ask her when she has awaken", Madam Pomfrey as she headed to Hermione's bed by the large window of the hospital wing.
The two proceeded after Madam Pomfrey and made sure they didn't make a bit of a sound---afraid that they would wake a sleeping Hermione.
Nearing Hermione's bed, Ron sneezed uproariously.
They heard a thud from a metal pan and a head. Harry just hit Ron for being nothing but foolish.
"Ouch! What was that for?", Ron asked while he rubbed on his head.
"Ronald Weasley, you are already at the right age to remember to cover your mouth when you sneeze! Sheesh, you could wake Mione up!"
Busy arguing with each other, the two did not see that Hermione was awake already. In fact, she was up even before they came in.
"Harry! Ron!", Hermione said happily.
"Mione!", the two said in unison.
"What happened Mione?", Harry questioned.
"Dunno. Strange really"
"Oh, by the way, Mione, a second year gave this for you. . ."
Harry grabbed something from inside the pocket of his robe. It was a Get- Well-Soon card from Mikhael Yrashnikov, a Gryffindor who has been crushing on Hermione since his first year.
"Oh, remind me to thank him when I get back", Hermione claimed with a smile.
"And that's not all. Someone wanted to give this to you as well."
Harry grabbed from his pocket yet again and showed a gold necklace with the most exquisite pendant she had never seen before. The pendant, a rose with red gems and diamond lining, sparkled as she took it from Harry's hand and held it up to give her full view of it.
"Who gave this?", Hermione asked curiously amused.
"Oh. that. He is your secret lover Mione", Harry replied as he attempted to look at Hermione straight in the eye. . . but he couldn't.
"Well, if he is going to give me something as priceless as this, he must give me his name next time. I couldn't thank him enough. But why?"
"Maybe, he wanted to tell you something, but he couldn't. Maybe he wanted you to know he existed and that he cares for you a lot", Harry answered directly.
"But isn't this too much? I mean, I don't deserve anything like this."
Ron, after minutes of trying to get his composure (and mind) back from the whack in the head Harry gave him, suddenly cut in as jokingly as he did before.
"Mione, I think that guy is madly in love with you! That must cost a fortune. something far more my parents could earn in a decade of work, even with Bill and Percy to help. I think he is obsessed!", Ron said finding his eyes staring at the floor as he said this. He pitied himself too much because of his social stature.
"I would be most obliging for him to tell me who he is. If he will continue on giving something as precious as this, I fear I have to take you two around with me wherever I go. It would not be safe then", Hermione responded with a smile on her face.
"Ms. Granger, you could go with your friends now. I see not a reason you have to stay longer. Just take this potion, and it will soothe you, then you will feel better", Madam Pomfrey interrupted.
"Thank you Madam Pomfrey"
Hermione stood up and put on her Mary Jane's. The three walked out of the hospital wing. Ron and Hermione kept on making stories about her secret lover and made fun of the stories they would be able to make. They did not mind Harry who was silent through their walk back to the dormitories.
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//I can't tell her I still love her. Hermione would think I am living a lie after promising her that our past relationship should be shunned in the past. But I could not help it! How hard could this all be? I am not just her best friend! I am her ex-boyfriend, and I am positive that she loved me as deep, but we both knew it would not work out.
Did I hold her up in the neck too tightly?
I should have given her the attention she deserved. Why do I have to put up a mask when I am with her, pretending that I am just her best friend, trying to hide my pain of my loss of someone so dear? Why lose her when I wasn't ready? Why be so stupid and disregard her when Quidditch matches were up?
Couldn't she understand that I, too, needed some attention as well? I am not smart as she is! I wouldn't be popular if not for Voldemort giving me this scar! Yes, it was too selfish of me to think such!//
//I don't know what to do next. kill myself up to prove to her that I still loved her? I think not. She wouldn't be pleased. She never was pleased with me, to begin with. I only gave her discontent. It wasn't my first relationship but why was I so clueless about it when she was with me? Why should it be so hard to love your best friend who was your former lover?//
"Damn you.", Harry suddenly uttered.
"Harry?", Hermione asked.
"Huh? Yes Mione?", he spoke as if innocent.
"You're mad?"
"Why would I be?"
"I don't know. Maybe you are mad at me since I passed out during dinner. Maybe you were not able to eat properly. Were you?"
"Oh, I wasn't able to eat properly. But I'm not mad"
Harry was lying.
"Then why would you suddenly curse under your breath?"
"Maybe you just heard the wolf howling. I wasn't speaking at all"
Harry still put up with his lie.
"Ok then. I hope you didn't worry too much about me a while back. You hungry? I have some candies up in my room. I could give you some"
"No thanks, I'm fine."
//How could I not be worried Hermione Granger? Tell me! And I want you to know that that necklace I gave you could not be of equal to you. I could buy anything, but you. . . Hermione Granger, you are priceless, and not some diamond-studded necklace I just gave you could suffice the space you left empty in my life. . .
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The three went up to the dorms and headed straight for bed. They were tired from the trip this morning and they needed rest for tomorrow's classes.
Hermione and Ron slept fast and deep into their dreams. Harry was wide awake. He walked towards the bath room and entered.
//I shouldn't be speaking defensively in front of those two. Ron even thought I was a fag when I was telling them how come Malfoy suddenly gets to Mione's nerves that bad. Wait a second. Is it possible that Mione agreed to part ways with me because she had someone else in her head? MALFOY? This couldn't be! He can't take Mione away from me!//
Harry punched through the mirror inside the bathroom. Shattered pieces of glass fell to the floor. Surprisingly, Ron and Neville didn't wake up since they stayed in the same room. He didn't mind at all if they awoke or not. At that moment, rage filled him, and it was finding its way out. . .
His rage did find its way out. Harry felt something wet drip to his feet. His hands were hanging by his sides and the fists at both ends were wounded.
*. . .Wounded, and filled with blood. . .
Wounded. Just like his heart. . .
Wounded. Just like his soul. . .
Harry loved her too much. And still, he hasn't accepted the fact that their two-year relationship already came to an end. Since fourth year, they lived a roller-coaster-kind-of-relationship. They had arguments aplenty though they easily patched up since they knew well each other, and came to understand their differences. It was chaotic nonetheless.
They broke up the year before seventh year, after Christmas vacation, when Hermione found out that Harry was into another girl named Lavender Brown. It wasn't expected. Lavender seduced Harry, and being a man, vulnerable to his sexual urge, Harry gave in to fancy seduction. Harry didn't love her, but he was more than willing to share his nights with her---knowing that Hermione was not going to give him the pleasure of going in into her just yet. Being fair-faced, Lavender got the luxury of lustful nights with him. It was all a big mistake. Afraid Harry could hurt Hermione further, he was the one who broke up with her. Seeing her cry was too much for him to bear and Harry assumed that it was be better if they just become their usual selves, being a friend to each other. Hurt too much, Hermione agreed. It took her months before she recovered. Now, she treats him the same way she did before their relationship, but Harry could not move on. He was being stuck up with his infidelity to a person with pure love offered to him.
Hermione's kisses haunted him. Her gentle way she would touch him haunted him. Her thoughtful way of checking out if he was fine haunted him. More than that, just the thought of Hermione Granger haunted him. The Hermione Granger whom she loved deeply and hurt even deeper. . .*
Feeling exhausted thinking of everything, Harry sat by the wall of the bathroom. His face was pale in fury, eyes droopy in agony, and hair scattered in confusion, and soul empty in loss of a person whom he truly loved.
Harry closed his eyes while feeling the pain of the wounds on his fists. The stinging sensation that the wounds brought him gave him anguish. That was what he deserved. He deserved to suffer as much as a pure heart did for him.
Harry drifted to a deep sleep. A dream entered from darkness. . .
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There the lady was, sitting beside a sad-looking stallion lying on the ground. The stallion's legs were injured, and there were a number of lashes on its back.
Harry tried looking around to see where he was, where they were. The place was gloomy, sad, and dull. He has never seen such a place before. And there was complete silence---an eerie silence that sent shivers down his spine. Looking back at her, Harry noticed that it was only him, she, and the sorrowful horse.
The lady was crying. NO, SHE WASN'T! There was not a tear that fell down her cheeks. She was wearing a black dress, which fit its way through her curves. The dress looked as mournful as her. In her hands, she grasped a bouquet of red roses. Harry tried to move his feet towards the lady, but it didn't move. He broke the silence in saying the lady's name.
"Hermione."
Hermione looked up at him, showing pitiful eyes. She was crying, but not a tear touched her skin. . .
Her eyes were dry from tears.
Hermione had no more tears.
She cried too much in pain that her eyes dried up and left her with such sorrowful eyes that asked for refuge. Never in his lifetime had Harry seen such pair of brown eyes in total morose in his lifetime. In fact, Hermione's eyes weren't brown anymore, they had a lighter shade on, with nerves at the corner of her eyes as red as the flowers she was holding.
"Hermione, I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't want this to happen. Let me share your pain. Give me as much as you can. . . I deserve nothing less. . ."
Hermione just stared at him, as if she could not hear, nor could she see. . .
From a blur came out a well-built man clad in fine robes. His blonde hair was flowing freely through the air filled with melancholy. His eyes were steel cold. He went in front of Hermione, taking a knee down, and another. He cupped Hermione's chin with his right hand and held her shoulder with his left. He too, was grieving, yet he did not contain as much as Hermione did. The man's lips parted to converse with her.
"My dearest, if you only knew how much I hated to take this decision"
"I told you that I wouldn't want to come between your dreams and your fears. I have accepted the fact that we just can't be. We were not meant to be. Leave me here now and let me be. You might not be able to return once again in the real world if you stay here longer. I assure you, I understand"
"Hermione, always remember that my heart will forever remain yours no matter what. Even if I turn down my principles to be the worse creature I will be, I will never forget you. I will become a Death Eater, to avenge for you. Take my revenge to those who considered us not proper and moral. My father will be the first one to have a taste of my sweet vengeance"
"Don't say that. Promise me that you would not be like them. It will only cause you deeper into being one in their beliefs if you do so. Tell me now that you will never do something as they were accustomed to do. you are not a murderer Draco Malfoy! Promise me now Draco!"
"I am sorry it has to come to this"
The man who was kneeling in front of her of was none other than Draco Malfoy.
Draco stood up and gathered much courage never to look into her eyes again. He turned away from her, without even a farewell. In a few strides, he vanished.
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Harry jilted awake from his sleep, panting, as he tried to catch his breath.
"That was a dream.. That was ONLY a dream!."
Harry tried to convince himself it wasn't true. Sweat covered his face and his body seemed numb cold from all the emotions that flooded through his whole being.
He stood up looking at the mirror. It was not a nice mirror to look at. It was shattered and some pieces fell to the floor made him see himself in the same SHATTERED PIECES as the glass were.
He made his way through the bathtub and opened the faucet to let out the cold water. It was 4:30 a.m. and the water was ice cold. As the tub filled, Harry placed his foot into the water, followed by the other and then he sat afterwards.
Harry was still in shock. He knew it was a dream. He saw Hermione badly hurt. badly hurt with Malfoy.
*So was this the same agony Hermione had to put up with when she knew about Lavender? Why did it have to occur in Harry's dream that he was also hurt. He tried talking to her but Hermione didn't know he was there.
Instead, Harry was made witness to a lamentable profession of love. A love that was perfectly requited, yet never bound to be.*
Harry turned the other knob for the shower. He let the water slap his face-- -to slap him with the truth that he was awfully wrong. He just sat in there until he saw the sun rise through the window in the bathroom, then he went through dressing up and fixing his things for class in clashing emotions. Harry's emotions were at extremes. luckily, he was able to control it.
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Harry waited for Ron and Neville to finish dressing up before they went to the Great hall for breakfast.
Hermione and Ginny were already inside taking their food as they chat away through the meal. Hermione had told Ginny of her secret lover and then Hermione pulled out the necklace from inside her undergarment. The two where giggling, not minding that their friends were giving them questioning glares.
Throughout breakfast, Harry was the only one who kept his silence. Hermione did notice but she just shrugged it off.
//Maybe he wasn't able to sleep well last night. Hope he will not doze off in front of Professor Snape//
Three men walked towards their table. Two were holding an apple each. The one who seemed to be their BETTER was striding through the aisles to go in their direction. From afar, the blonde-haired guy could be seen with his oh- so-famous smirk. The ferret boy was going to ruin their meal again.
Hermione sat erect as she felt warm breath behind her ear. Draco was behind her speaking foolishness again.
"Did you miss me mudblood bitch?", Draco questioned Hermione in a malicious tone.
"No", hermione replied pointblank.
"Too bad I was thinking of you through the night. I was thinking how fateful one's death could be for you. Maybe it would be a good sight to see you cut in half, now wouldn't it?"
"The pleasure would be mine", Hermione responded with a brow raised at Draco.
Harry, Ron, and Ginny were amazed by how well Hermione handled the situation. She didn't let him lose her cool. She remained calm---far different from the Hermione they saw on the train.
"I should schedule it then. and you other weaklings, you could already take your reservations for your death. First come, first serve", Draco spat as he raised a brow at them.
"Malfoy, sod off!", Harry snapped as he stood from his seat.
"If it isn't the famous Harry Potter trying to save the life of his friend again. . . Don't you get tired of being there for them round-the-clock though they are not there when you needed them the most? Pity, Pottyhead. If you have chosen to be one of my friends in first year, then you wouldn't need to cover up for these stupid creatures"
Draco didn't know how truthful his statements were.
Harry's friends were seldom there when he needed them. He always cared for them and he tried to protect them at all costs.
"If you have nothing more to say, you could leave this instant", Harry retorted.
"No, YOU leave, Scarhead. I am not through pissing Ms.Bookworm off'
Harry lost his temper. He didn't want every one else in the Great hall to witness him lose his cool. In full wrath, he headed for the door and went out to the hallways. He didn't want to hear more of what Draco was going to say to Hermione. It was too much for him to bear hearing.
What Harry didn't know was that Draco was only strides behind him--- following him.
"Potter! Are you scared of what I could do to your bitch? You are such a softie. I don't understand why Lord Voldemort had to choose YOU to be the mighty defender of the good wizards. You can't even stand up for your ex- girlfriend"
"Malfoy, I warn you, if you lay one finger on her again, I swear that I will be the one to kill you", Harry said dangerously.
"Oooohhhhh. I'm scared! Mum, Help!", Draco uttered in a squeaky voice and pretended to be a helpless child.
"At least even if Mione and I are through, I still defend her with all I have, not like you! You are one big coward. You can't even make Parkinson stop crying when she wanted you to introduce her to your parents but you refused to!"
"You touched a spot there, Potter. What would you do if one day you'll find out that the Mudblood is mine already?"
"That won't happen slimy git!"
"Really now. . . Let's see about that", Draco gave him a death glare, one piercing through Harry's eyes as if Draco also knew of his dreams. the dream that Harry had that morning.
"Malfoy, if that ever happens, don't break her heart. not again"
Harry's eyes lowered as if succumbing to the absurdity of the situation.
"HAHAHAHAHA! Potter! You must be kidding! I have not a plan of shagging out with her. NOT HER! I could not stoop that low. I wouldn't let my skin come in contact with her. Us purebloods, especially the Malfoys, don't settle anything less than best. And Granger, she is only anything less than worst! Scarhead, you are not only a hopeless romantic, you are a feeble-witted nincompoop as well!"
Draco came into a laughing fit. His evil guffaw echoed through the hallway.
Harry could not quite comprehend why he suddenly gave in to what Draco was saying. He spilled it. He showed Draco how much hidden emotions he has stuck up in his heart. He has just showed Draco Malfoy how much he still loved Hermione.
Never had Harry felt so stupid.
. . .Draco felt the same.
Draco thought he knew what he was saying one moment, and then the other he would be his old cocky self. Indeed, he wanted Hermione to be his, not even understanding why and how come.
Draco just summoned Harry to wait until he gets Hermione in his arms. And the way he spoke it, it was full of conviction. But Draco didn't want to. He will not suddenly turn up to them and ask for her hand. . . Or maybe, he will.
He too, was drowned in thoughts. It was the first time Draco was ever bothered by the little filthy bitch. Never had he expected this to face him, and it was facing him right then and there.
~Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.~
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Hello to all readers, new and old alike! This is the edited version of the third chapter. My thanks goes out to those who made notice of the tenses, grammar, and typographical errors in the unedited version of this chapter. Such errors were not done deliberately, but on the matter that I have not the time to edit my works. [I remembered, I haven't re-written my other fic "Magni Nominis Umbra". . . anyone interested of a morbid, lust-love relationship of the new day vampires, the New Dark Lord Drache Mal Foi and his personal sex-slave/lover, Hermione Granger. The story is set years after the war broke out between the Light and Dark wizards. Anyways, if you want to drop by that story, kindly post a review if you want me to do the rewriting now]
So, here's third chapter for you. . . a bit of the cheesy-fluffy-mushy part for Harry and the irony of Draco's emotions. For first-time readers, you have to read on-and-on to get the story, pronto! [I told you guys that the first chapters are only introduction. This is still not the story. . .]
*grins*
All of my fics are rated R, either Romance, Drama, or Angst. They are rated for sexual content, verbal informalities and cuss, violence, gore, and--- torture. Well yeah, I have dark things in my mind. I don't really have something happy or "optimistic-al" so the stories I have are sad. Some of the fics turn out very gloomy in the beginning and turns out well in the end. If you have time, you can drop by my other fics:
Magni Nominis Umbra [storyid=1406485] This is a DM/HG fic with HP on the side. You'll get an account of the "deed" here for twosome and threesome (happy! happy! er, no. this is a sad fic. Someone will turn into an unexpected creature a.k.a. HORRIBLE MONSTER) Basically, all you have to read here is the account of the deed. I've _attempted_ to re-write this story but it's hard since I'm not in the mood for writing Rated stuff lately. Don't worry, four of my stories are already done, so, you'll not lack of your daily dose of hormonal vitamins! (heehee. . .)
Insufficient Denial [1359770] Another DM/HG fic with HP on the side. (hmmm. . . a constant factor in my stories. . . never thought about it, but isn't it the best love triangle ever? Harry and Hermione are friends and the thought of them in a love relationship is complete possibility with the probability of 100%! Then here comes Draco in full magnificence, stooping down from his high pedestal to love his enemy. . . wew. . .) Here, you'll find Hermione long in love with Harry and when Draco comes to do these weird things to Hermione, that's when Harry confesses his long-kept love from the long-agonized Granger. After two sexual harassments on Hermione, she gives it all out and brings the true blue Granger in the light. In the latter part, it will be revealed that Hermione is dying and Draco is supposed to go away hiding with his family from Death Eaters (no, not Lucius-Narcissa-Draco family, but ANOTHER family. Figure out who they are. . . remember, Draco is STILL in 7th year). In the end, the question to be raised is that: Did Draco still put up with his front of denying his feelings for Hermione when it's all the end for both of them? ***WARNING : sad fic! Very sad fic. . . you'll be able to relate with this story if you're having misfortunes with love
In A Blur [1415753] This is a DM/HG fic with HP as the REAL man of the hour. Rated under Angst for the unexpected twist in the ending. Harry had to leave Hermione during Christmas vacation in Hogwarts for a conference in Paris with other wizarding schools when Draco reveals some "cruel intentions" for Hermione. Harry thinks twice of leaving, but he soon did. Hermione was left with Ginny as her only companion, and Draco steals the scenes from Harry by trying to seduce Hermione. Seduce Hermione for what? Read the fic. [Ending will not be disclosed here] Hah, you'll get that mush- cheese-fluff thing in this one, only that it would be in a form of snapping session between the Pureblood and the Mudblood. . . "When Harry was away, Draco came to play. . ."
Adrenaline Rush [1425647] I'm positive this is a DM/HG fic but in the beginning it will start with HP/HG tandem. After almost 5years, the REAL father of Harry's son with her wife comes back to see the kid. Only that, when Harry agreed that the biological father can see his son, Harry's wife and the kid were kidnapped. Who is the kidnapper? Is it the biological father or is it the father the kid grew up with (Harry)? ***This story is plot-wise. Tons of twists and mind-boggling scenes---it's like "I thought it was this, but it was like that", or, "I didn't expect it to be like this since it was like that". Just read to find out. ***oh, this is set on modern day, after-school years of Harry. Unnamed characters in first chappie, hiding-chasing in second chappie, car chase and bloody struggle in third chappie. . . what more can you ask for? I can even rate this fic under suspense!
Perfect Sacrifice [1416058] Another DM/HG fic. The two of them has this mutual confidential, platonic relationship when things turned out bad and Hermione wanted it all to end in suicide. Can Draco save Hermione despite the fact that he has to sacrifice revealing their friendly relationship? Would it be too late? Or is it the other way around---that Hermione should be the one to save Draco?Save from what? Read on. ***This is based on my life story right now (NYUCK-NYUCK)
Highly Attracted [1465394] This is the latest fic. No story yet but it already has the plot. Basically, still, this is a DM/HG fic. (I can't write for other pairings, but I do include other pairings from time-to-time just to make the circumstances---complicated). Hermione, in seventh year, learns that there is a stalker lurking behind her, beside her, and in every space in her midst. She receives a package from the person to see the skin of the frog she dissected back in second year. So, has the stalker been watching her every move since second year? Is this stalker deeply obsessed with her? IS this stalker the same person who killed her mother? (okay, fine, I know, the summary I gave doesn't point out to a DM/HG fic. But it will soon. Who knows what part Draco plays here! A friend? A lover? Or the stalker? Eenie- meenie-my-nee-mo!)