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Chapter 13
The next day, Hermione and Draco were again in a forbidden classroom. They were now officially "going out". Hermione had decided that she was serious, and now she and Draco only had the obstacle of society.
"Draco, what about after you graduate? You aren't REALLY going to become a Death Eater, are you?" Hermione asked, believing that she already knew the answer to that.
"Of course I am, Hermione, my father would never allow things otherwise," he replied nonchalantly, as if he didn't care either way.
"But Draco, I thought you didn't like your father?" she questioned, very surprised at his answer.
Draco jumped up off of the couch that they were seated upon, and turned to face her. "Hermione, I love my father. How dare you say such things. I love Voldemort. I love Slytherin. You, are just a filthy little Mudblood!"***
Hermione then awoke with a jolt from her uneasy sleep. She had dreamed all of this. However, these things were her real fears. Draco had never said anything about being good despite what everyone else thought, only that he loved her. 'Right now he could very well be out visiting Voldemort...' she thought, shuddering. She would have to confront him about it tomorrow...
The only thing that comforted her was to know that Draco at least disagreed with his father about muggle-borns, even if not openly. 'Well, maybe he disagrees with him on other things to; like whether or not to worship Voldemort for example...' Hermione thought, trying to comfort herself into sleep.
When she finally fell asleep, the dreams began again.
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Hermione confronted Draco the next day, which was a Saturday. While entering the Great Hall alone (Harry and Ron were still asleep and she left them hoping that she might run into Draco), she saw him just getting up from the Slytherin table. He caught sight of her and smiled, before looking around to make sure nobody was watching. He then looked back at her and nodded towards the door.
She took the hint and left from the door that she had just entered. Draco came out seconds later and they walked up a few flights of stairs trying to make it look as if they weren't together.
They found an empty classroom in a secluded hallway and entered. There were only a few very uncomfortable chairs in this room, but it didn't matter, Hermione just wanted to ask him something.
However, she found that very difficult because other things seemed to be on Draco's mind. As soon as she had shut the door, he came up behind her and hugged her around the middle. She turned around to face him, and they shared a long, deep kiss.
As soon as it had finished, Hermione almost forgot what she had wanted to talk to him about.
"Hey, Hermione," he spoke first, although they had been in each other's presence for the past five minutes. "Hi, Draco," she replied, smiling at him. But there were things they needed to talk about...
"Draco, something's been on my mind. I don't know if it's too early to ask you questions like this, or if it's too personal. But... I just need to know. Do you support Voldemort?"
At this, Draco's face turned cold and stony. He looked as if he was having an inner-struggle. "Hermione, let me explain something to you. My entire life my father has been telling me that I was to grow up to help Lord Voldemort, once he got back his power. Ever since I was a young child I've been hearing about how wonderful Voldemort was and how there is no good or evil, only power."
He saw that Hermione's face was falling. But he was not finished...
"No, Hermione, listen. I'm not done. That's what I've been hearing my whole life. My mother, well, she doesn't really care who's the most powerful in the world. She's not exactly been a source of great comfort, but she loves me. That's more than my father can say. She's always told me, 'Draco, I don't care what you grow up to be. I will love you no matter who you are.'
Ever since I was a young child, I've contemplated those words. Do I want to support Voldemort? Do I want to grow up to be exactly like my goddamn father, the one with no love to spare except for himself? I knew I didn't want that, but it wasn't until I entered Hogwarts that I realized that my fate could not be anything at all like what my father wanted. No, it's true, I do not like Dumbledore, but not because he opposes Voldemort. To me, power is the worst thing in the world. If Dumbledore is powerful, then I want nothing to do with him.
So no, Hermione, I do not support Lord Voldemort. But if you want to know the whole truth, I do not support Dumbledore either."
Hermione was confused. She couldn't understand how a person could not be on either side of a battle over the entire wizarding world and beyond. But she knew, or at least hoped she did, that Draco was not evil, and that he had no bad intentions towards her. She knew that hated his father, and that he would not be involved in helping Voldemort. This was enough for her.
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Hermione and Draco were walking out of the room holding hands. Hermione had comforted Draco for awhile, before deciding that she should go down and get breakfast while Draco had Quidditch practice. They started down the hallway.
What they didn't know was that at the opposite end of the hall, watching their retreating backs, stood Harry Potter.
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A/N: Hmm.. I'm not really sure about my sense of time here. Like, when it was Saturday in this chapter, I don't know if it made sense time-wise with the rest of my story. Like, so far this story has taken place over a couple of weeks... er, I kinda forgot to mention that. *Forgets to have a sense of time*. Well, anyway, just pretend that it can be Saturday ^^.
Thanks for reading, and please review now so that I will be very happy ^__^.
Chapter 13
The next day, Hermione and Draco were again in a forbidden classroom. They were now officially "going out". Hermione had decided that she was serious, and now she and Draco only had the obstacle of society.
"Draco, what about after you graduate? You aren't REALLY going to become a Death Eater, are you?" Hermione asked, believing that she already knew the answer to that.
"Of course I am, Hermione, my father would never allow things otherwise," he replied nonchalantly, as if he didn't care either way.
"But Draco, I thought you didn't like your father?" she questioned, very surprised at his answer.
Draco jumped up off of the couch that they were seated upon, and turned to face her. "Hermione, I love my father. How dare you say such things. I love Voldemort. I love Slytherin. You, are just a filthy little Mudblood!"***
Hermione then awoke with a jolt from her uneasy sleep. She had dreamed all of this. However, these things were her real fears. Draco had never said anything about being good despite what everyone else thought, only that he loved her. 'Right now he could very well be out visiting Voldemort...' she thought, shuddering. She would have to confront him about it tomorrow...
The only thing that comforted her was to know that Draco at least disagreed with his father about muggle-borns, even if not openly. 'Well, maybe he disagrees with him on other things to; like whether or not to worship Voldemort for example...' Hermione thought, trying to comfort herself into sleep.
When she finally fell asleep, the dreams began again.
*****************************************************
Hermione confronted Draco the next day, which was a Saturday. While entering the Great Hall alone (Harry and Ron were still asleep and she left them hoping that she might run into Draco), she saw him just getting up from the Slytherin table. He caught sight of her and smiled, before looking around to make sure nobody was watching. He then looked back at her and nodded towards the door.
She took the hint and left from the door that she had just entered. Draco came out seconds later and they walked up a few flights of stairs trying to make it look as if they weren't together.
They found an empty classroom in a secluded hallway and entered. There were only a few very uncomfortable chairs in this room, but it didn't matter, Hermione just wanted to ask him something.
However, she found that very difficult because other things seemed to be on Draco's mind. As soon as she had shut the door, he came up behind her and hugged her around the middle. She turned around to face him, and they shared a long, deep kiss.
As soon as it had finished, Hermione almost forgot what she had wanted to talk to him about.
"Hey, Hermione," he spoke first, although they had been in each other's presence for the past five minutes. "Hi, Draco," she replied, smiling at him. But there were things they needed to talk about...
"Draco, something's been on my mind. I don't know if it's too early to ask you questions like this, or if it's too personal. But... I just need to know. Do you support Voldemort?"
At this, Draco's face turned cold and stony. He looked as if he was having an inner-struggle. "Hermione, let me explain something to you. My entire life my father has been telling me that I was to grow up to help Lord Voldemort, once he got back his power. Ever since I was a young child I've been hearing about how wonderful Voldemort was and how there is no good or evil, only power."
He saw that Hermione's face was falling. But he was not finished...
"No, Hermione, listen. I'm not done. That's what I've been hearing my whole life. My mother, well, she doesn't really care who's the most powerful in the world. She's not exactly been a source of great comfort, but she loves me. That's more than my father can say. She's always told me, 'Draco, I don't care what you grow up to be. I will love you no matter who you are.'
Ever since I was a young child, I've contemplated those words. Do I want to support Voldemort? Do I want to grow up to be exactly like my goddamn father, the one with no love to spare except for himself? I knew I didn't want that, but it wasn't until I entered Hogwarts that I realized that my fate could not be anything at all like what my father wanted. No, it's true, I do not like Dumbledore, but not because he opposes Voldemort. To me, power is the worst thing in the world. If Dumbledore is powerful, then I want nothing to do with him.
So no, Hermione, I do not support Lord Voldemort. But if you want to know the whole truth, I do not support Dumbledore either."
Hermione was confused. She couldn't understand how a person could not be on either side of a battle over the entire wizarding world and beyond. But she knew, or at least hoped she did, that Draco was not evil, and that he had no bad intentions towards her. She knew that hated his father, and that he would not be involved in helping Voldemort. This was enough for her.
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Hermione and Draco were walking out of the room holding hands. Hermione had comforted Draco for awhile, before deciding that she should go down and get breakfast while Draco had Quidditch practice. They started down the hallway.
What they didn't know was that at the opposite end of the hall, watching their retreating backs, stood Harry Potter.
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A/N: Hmm.. I'm not really sure about my sense of time here. Like, when it was Saturday in this chapter, I don't know if it made sense time-wise with the rest of my story. Like, so far this story has taken place over a couple of weeks... er, I kinda forgot to mention that. *Forgets to have a sense of time*. Well, anyway, just pretend that it can be Saturday ^^.
Thanks for reading, and please review now so that I will be very happy ^__^.