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Summary: Hermione is deeply in love with Draco, but she must do something for him. Something that will change her life forever. Will Hermione do what Draco tells her and have his love forever, or will she back down and risk loosing Draco? Hermione/Draco Harry/Ginny A bit of violence and scary stuff...ooo!
Done in Hermione's POV
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~*~*~*~*Chapter Three~*~*~*~*
Decisions, Decisions.
Five months. Five fricking months of torture, pain and tears! I want to die, I want to let go of everything and just fly away from here. I want to have this heavy burden that has been pulling me behind and planting a curse on my very life to disappear. I want to die.
But, I take it. I take it like anyone would take a smile from a friend, or a 'good job' on an assignment. I take it well. To well, perhaps, but I take it.
And decisions. Decisions from the very beginning. First was, did I really want to go out with this snob, son-of-a-death-eater, Slytherin boy? Yes was the answer. Then, do you want to give up your marks so you can skip studying and spend time with Draco? Yes again. After, do you want to loose you virginity? Yes...again. And then, the hardest one of all....do you want to join the Dark Side? No answer.
There was a deal with him. I say yes, I can stay with him for eternity and have power and control. I say no, I loose him and my mind gets erased. Still I can't decide.
Everything would have been fine if I had just said no. Just a simple 'no'.
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More bruises to add to my beaten body after Draco was done with me in the library. I sat in front of the fire when Harry and Ron walked in. I pulled down my sleeves and grabbed my socks and pulled them on quickly.
Harry and Ron walked over, their faces red from the cold and wind, but still smiles on their faces. They sat down beside me and I gave them a quick smile.
'Hey, Mione.' Harry said pulling off his heavy cloak. 'Here's your book.'
I took it from him. 'Thank-you, Harry. Did you guys have fun?'
'Yes, apart from the cold.' Ron said, sitting on the floor getting as close to the fire as he could. Ron looked up to me and his smile left his face. 'What's wrong Hermione? You seem very...distant lately.'
'Oh...just thinking.' I said quietly, looking down at the book. Neatly wrapped in a package, I was gald Harry never saw it. I would feel so embarrased.
'You look really horrible, Hermione. You're always wearing long sleeved shirts and pants. You always sit away from everyone else during classes and never come to meals. And you're always looking down the halls, as if someone was coming. Something is wrong Hermione.' Ron said sadly. 'What is it?'
I jumped from my chair, anger rising. They had no right to invaid my life. They had no right to make me feel that Draco was no meant for me and he hurt me. 'I'm just fine! You always think that something is wrong when it is just fine! Stay out of my life!'
I ran up to the girls dormitory, slamming the door behind me. I fell to my bed and looked over to see the book still in hand. I sat up and unwrapped it. I opened the book cover and fell back onto my bed, reading my worries away.
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'I am so sorry.' I said the next day after I had yelled at Ron and Harry. 'I wasn't in the right mind.'
Ron smiled and took my hand. 'Come off it, Hermione. It's okay.'
'Yeah, Ron and I were talking and we decided, maybe we do smother you a bit much.' Harry gave me a smile. I tried to smile back, but my tears over took me. I can't loose Ron and Harry now, it's not good. In my worst years of my life, I need them now the most.
'No! You don't smother me. I need you guys.' I finally smiled as a tear slid down my cheek. 'You are my best friends, more like brothers. I would never want you to stop looking after me.'
Ron turned red and buried his head in a book. I looked to Harry and smiled, he smiled back. 'Great Hermione.' Harry said. 'It's just what I wanted to hear.'
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Why is he always late? Does he want me to leave so he has an excuse to hurt me? Wait, why am I thinking this? He has treated me with respect and given me all that he can, and I am mad at him for being late? Am I that ignorant? Or do I just hate him?
No, I don't hate him. I love him, like he loves me.
He laid a hand on shoulder, and I looked up to him. He looked angry, like he had read my mind. Like he had known what I was thinking. Does he know?
'So, your still friends with those losers.' He spat. I filled with hatred for that evil, blonde haired boy. But I didn't show it.
'I would guess so.' I said blandly.
'Don't use that lip with me, mud-blood.' He hissed. I turned in my seat to look at him. That was the first time he had called me a mud-blood to my face since we started dating. The blood rose to my face as my anger went beyond its boiling point. I rose from my chair, hand gripping my wand tightly.
'So I'm a mud-blood now, am I?' I said furiously.
'You always have been.' Draco said smoothly. I couldn't believe how hateful he had just turned. I stared at him until my eyes were sore. He never noticed, with I kind of knew, but it was all I could do.
'You treated me with respect and love when we first got together. Now... you've just changed.' I felt like crying. What else was I supposed to do after this, if he did let me go? Date Seamus Finnigan again? Never. I wanted Draco.
'Things get boring and useless, Hermione.' He looked at me. His eyes were hard and cold, in way I've never seen them before. I knew he was angry with me. 'You are boring and useless. You haven't made your decision. Five months, Hermione, five months it has been since I asked you, and still you say 'I need more time'. I was patient, hoping that you would make your decision in a few weeks. But it never came. Still you needed more time.' He came closer to me, his breath ragged. He was angry, very angry at me. I should have gave him the answer, I should have! 'I have given you enough time and my patience has run very low. Either I dumb you now and erase you memory, you say yes and I will keep you, or say no and I will erase you memory also. Your decision.'
I knew I couldn't say more time. But I needed it. If I was to go over to the Dark Side, I wanted to at least say good-bye to my loved ones, or spend time with them. I needed more time. I didn't even have my answer.
I looked him in the eye, confident and sure that it was going to work. 'Please, one more week. I promise. Please.'
Draco turned from me. We stood there for a long time, not speaking. The only noise was his breathing and my pitiful attempts to hold back tears. I needed more time, even though I had five months to decide, this is not something I can decide in a second! I am Hermione Granger! What does he think people will say if they see me as a Death-eater?
'One week.' He said finally. I bit back the tears. My heart lifted. One more week. I had time. 'But that is it. No more time after this. I expect your answer by the end of the week or sooner.'
He walked towards the door, yanked it open and left, slamming it fiercely behind him. I fell to my knees, tears of joy streaming my blotched face. I had time. I had time.
Crying and laughing at the same time, I slowly fell to the floor and closed my eyes.
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One more week, 'tis all Hermione has. Haha. She will make her decision soon, but it's only chapter 3!!! I need more chapters! Any, review PWEASEEEE!!!!!
Summary: Hermione is deeply in love with Draco, but she must do something for him. Something that will change her life forever. Will Hermione do what Draco tells her and have his love forever, or will she back down and risk loosing Draco? Hermione/Draco Harry/Ginny A bit of violence and scary stuff...ooo!
Done in Hermione's POV
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~*~*~*~*Chapter Three~*~*~*~*
Decisions, Decisions.
Five months. Five fricking months of torture, pain and tears! I want to die, I want to let go of everything and just fly away from here. I want to have this heavy burden that has been pulling me behind and planting a curse on my very life to disappear. I want to die.
But, I take it. I take it like anyone would take a smile from a friend, or a 'good job' on an assignment. I take it well. To well, perhaps, but I take it.
And decisions. Decisions from the very beginning. First was, did I really want to go out with this snob, son-of-a-death-eater, Slytherin boy? Yes was the answer. Then, do you want to give up your marks so you can skip studying and spend time with Draco? Yes again. After, do you want to loose you virginity? Yes...again. And then, the hardest one of all....do you want to join the Dark Side? No answer.
There was a deal with him. I say yes, I can stay with him for eternity and have power and control. I say no, I loose him and my mind gets erased. Still I can't decide.
Everything would have been fine if I had just said no. Just a simple 'no'.
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More bruises to add to my beaten body after Draco was done with me in the library. I sat in front of the fire when Harry and Ron walked in. I pulled down my sleeves and grabbed my socks and pulled them on quickly.
Harry and Ron walked over, their faces red from the cold and wind, but still smiles on their faces. They sat down beside me and I gave them a quick smile.
'Hey, Mione.' Harry said pulling off his heavy cloak. 'Here's your book.'
I took it from him. 'Thank-you, Harry. Did you guys have fun?'
'Yes, apart from the cold.' Ron said, sitting on the floor getting as close to the fire as he could. Ron looked up to me and his smile left his face. 'What's wrong Hermione? You seem very...distant lately.'
'Oh...just thinking.' I said quietly, looking down at the book. Neatly wrapped in a package, I was gald Harry never saw it. I would feel so embarrased.
'You look really horrible, Hermione. You're always wearing long sleeved shirts and pants. You always sit away from everyone else during classes and never come to meals. And you're always looking down the halls, as if someone was coming. Something is wrong Hermione.' Ron said sadly. 'What is it?'
I jumped from my chair, anger rising. They had no right to invaid my life. They had no right to make me feel that Draco was no meant for me and he hurt me. 'I'm just fine! You always think that something is wrong when it is just fine! Stay out of my life!'
I ran up to the girls dormitory, slamming the door behind me. I fell to my bed and looked over to see the book still in hand. I sat up and unwrapped it. I opened the book cover and fell back onto my bed, reading my worries away.
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'I am so sorry.' I said the next day after I had yelled at Ron and Harry. 'I wasn't in the right mind.'
Ron smiled and took my hand. 'Come off it, Hermione. It's okay.'
'Yeah, Ron and I were talking and we decided, maybe we do smother you a bit much.' Harry gave me a smile. I tried to smile back, but my tears over took me. I can't loose Ron and Harry now, it's not good. In my worst years of my life, I need them now the most.
'No! You don't smother me. I need you guys.' I finally smiled as a tear slid down my cheek. 'You are my best friends, more like brothers. I would never want you to stop looking after me.'
Ron turned red and buried his head in a book. I looked to Harry and smiled, he smiled back. 'Great Hermione.' Harry said. 'It's just what I wanted to hear.'
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Why is he always late? Does he want me to leave so he has an excuse to hurt me? Wait, why am I thinking this? He has treated me with respect and given me all that he can, and I am mad at him for being late? Am I that ignorant? Or do I just hate him?
No, I don't hate him. I love him, like he loves me.
He laid a hand on shoulder, and I looked up to him. He looked angry, like he had read my mind. Like he had known what I was thinking. Does he know?
'So, your still friends with those losers.' He spat. I filled with hatred for that evil, blonde haired boy. But I didn't show it.
'I would guess so.' I said blandly.
'Don't use that lip with me, mud-blood.' He hissed. I turned in my seat to look at him. That was the first time he had called me a mud-blood to my face since we started dating. The blood rose to my face as my anger went beyond its boiling point. I rose from my chair, hand gripping my wand tightly.
'So I'm a mud-blood now, am I?' I said furiously.
'You always have been.' Draco said smoothly. I couldn't believe how hateful he had just turned. I stared at him until my eyes were sore. He never noticed, with I kind of knew, but it was all I could do.
'You treated me with respect and love when we first got together. Now... you've just changed.' I felt like crying. What else was I supposed to do after this, if he did let me go? Date Seamus Finnigan again? Never. I wanted Draco.
'Things get boring and useless, Hermione.' He looked at me. His eyes were hard and cold, in way I've never seen them before. I knew he was angry with me. 'You are boring and useless. You haven't made your decision. Five months, Hermione, five months it has been since I asked you, and still you say 'I need more time'. I was patient, hoping that you would make your decision in a few weeks. But it never came. Still you needed more time.' He came closer to me, his breath ragged. He was angry, very angry at me. I should have gave him the answer, I should have! 'I have given you enough time and my patience has run very low. Either I dumb you now and erase you memory, you say yes and I will keep you, or say no and I will erase you memory also. Your decision.'
I knew I couldn't say more time. But I needed it. If I was to go over to the Dark Side, I wanted to at least say good-bye to my loved ones, or spend time with them. I needed more time. I didn't even have my answer.
I looked him in the eye, confident and sure that it was going to work. 'Please, one more week. I promise. Please.'
Draco turned from me. We stood there for a long time, not speaking. The only noise was his breathing and my pitiful attempts to hold back tears. I needed more time, even though I had five months to decide, this is not something I can decide in a second! I am Hermione Granger! What does he think people will say if they see me as a Death-eater?
'One week.' He said finally. I bit back the tears. My heart lifted. One more week. I had time. 'But that is it. No more time after this. I expect your answer by the end of the week or sooner.'
He walked towards the door, yanked it open and left, slamming it fiercely behind him. I fell to my knees, tears of joy streaming my blotched face. I had time. I had time.
Crying and laughing at the same time, I slowly fell to the floor and closed my eyes.
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One more week, 'tis all Hermione has. Haha. She will make her decision soon, but it's only chapter 3!!! I need more chapters! Any, review PWEASEEEE!!!!!