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Chapter 5: A Dance
Hermione practiced the moves for ballet in her dormitory bedroom, ballet always calmed her down. As she twirled and became one with the music, she forgot about luekemia and forgot about being treated differently and forgot the look that Ron gave her that day when she had told him that she had a little bit less than a half of a year left to live, she also forgot about the letter that she had recieved from her muggle parents asking how she was doing and if she felt like she wanted to come home for her last few months.
Of course the answer was no, like she had told them many times before she wanted to live life as if this wasn't happening, but the fact was that it was happening, it was happening faster than she thought, weaker all the time. Just the day before she had to skip classes because she wasn't even strong enough to get out of the bed. She was seldomly hungry anymore either. Somehow she knew life was becoming unbearable.
Hermione stopped dancing at the sound of a door closing, Draco entering their common room. Slytherin had just finished Quidditch practice. She heard him climb up the stairs and enter his room, probably changing. It had started to rain and all. In about ten minutes she heard him exit his room and go back down to the common room and plopped down on a soft cushiony chair and leaned back and rubbed his eyes with his fists.
Hermione slowly and quietly climbed down the steps and sat down in a chair opposite of him.
"So how was Qudditich practice?" She asked.
He jumped surprisingly and mumbled a fine.
"Why are you so jumpy around me?" Hermione wondered outloud.
"I am not jumpy, I'm just tired," Draco replied smoothly with one of his famous smirks.
Hermione nodded and picked up a book and acted as if she was reading but really she was watching Draco, something was different about him, something had changed, drastically.
She shook her head and went back to her book. Now it was Draco's turn to stare. He caught site of her brown eyes and was instantly mesmorized trying to read everything that they beheld. He saw no fear, bravery, and yet pain like something was missing.
"Is there something on my face?" Hermione asked seeing Draco's eyes staring into hers.
"Huh? Oh sorry," Draco quickly muttered and stood up to leave the room.
He climbed out the portrait hole and started towards the Great Hall for dinner, while he took a seat at the Slytherin table and dished out food onto his plate he wondered why Hermione had not yet came down, "Somethings up," he thought.
He finished dinner hurriedly and tore back up to the common room the two shared. He saw no sign of her in the common room. He went up to her bedroom no sign there either. Getting scared he walked to the bathroom door and knocked. No reply. He knocked slightly louder and asking if she was in there. He still heard nothing the door creaked as he slowly turned the doornob. It was locked.
"Alohomora," He muttered. The door swung open and draco took a step back, looking inside. He stepped through the door and stopped almost tripping over a seemingly lifeless body.
"What the?" Draco said outloud.
He carried Hermione into her bedroom and gently shook her awake.
"Go away," she mumbled.
She pulled the covers over her head and started snoring. Draco walked off feeling more confused than ever. He walked to his room and sat down on his bed. Laying down he fell into a deep sleep . He awoke with a start. He sat up quickly and strained to see in the dark. Sweat furrowed across his brow and his clothes were in a jumble. He closed his eyes and instantly saw the visions flash before his eyes.
A pool of blood below his feet. A girl beside him, he couldn't make out her face, the features had been so delacate and special though, he did remember that. He also heard a voice, the voice had told him something and at the time he had nodded his head, but he could no longer remember what it was that he had agreed to. He stood to the side and watched all of this replay in his mind. What does this mean, he asked himself over and over again. He climbed out of bed and into the shower. He gelled his hair and walked down to the common room. After checking the time, he sat down realizing that it was awfully early to be up. He had just relaxed when a grumpy looking Hermione stumbled down the steps.
"What time is it?" She asked in between a yawn.
"About six I think, why are you awake so early?" Draco asked.
"I heard the shower going so I decided might as well," She replied.
"Go back to bed you still have about an hour of sleep left," Draco told her.
"Yeah well might as well go take my shower see you,"
And With that said Hermione climbed back up the steps and left behind her a silent Draco.
A/n:Now this is a little bit longer than the other chapters but I got bored and decided might as well, I don't know if I'm going to finish this story, why don't you all click that little button down there and tell me what you think.
Chapter 5: A Dance
Hermione practiced the moves for ballet in her dormitory bedroom, ballet always calmed her down. As she twirled and became one with the music, she forgot about luekemia and forgot about being treated differently and forgot the look that Ron gave her that day when she had told him that she had a little bit less than a half of a year left to live, she also forgot about the letter that she had recieved from her muggle parents asking how she was doing and if she felt like she wanted to come home for her last few months.
Of course the answer was no, like she had told them many times before she wanted to live life as if this wasn't happening, but the fact was that it was happening, it was happening faster than she thought, weaker all the time. Just the day before she had to skip classes because she wasn't even strong enough to get out of the bed. She was seldomly hungry anymore either. Somehow she knew life was becoming unbearable.
Hermione stopped dancing at the sound of a door closing, Draco entering their common room. Slytherin had just finished Quidditch practice. She heard him climb up the stairs and enter his room, probably changing. It had started to rain and all. In about ten minutes she heard him exit his room and go back down to the common room and plopped down on a soft cushiony chair and leaned back and rubbed his eyes with his fists.
Hermione slowly and quietly climbed down the steps and sat down in a chair opposite of him.
"So how was Qudditich practice?" She asked.
He jumped surprisingly and mumbled a fine.
"Why are you so jumpy around me?" Hermione wondered outloud.
"I am not jumpy, I'm just tired," Draco replied smoothly with one of his famous smirks.
Hermione nodded and picked up a book and acted as if she was reading but really she was watching Draco, something was different about him, something had changed, drastically.
She shook her head and went back to her book. Now it was Draco's turn to stare. He caught site of her brown eyes and was instantly mesmorized trying to read everything that they beheld. He saw no fear, bravery, and yet pain like something was missing.
"Is there something on my face?" Hermione asked seeing Draco's eyes staring into hers.
"Huh? Oh sorry," Draco quickly muttered and stood up to leave the room.
He climbed out the portrait hole and started towards the Great Hall for dinner, while he took a seat at the Slytherin table and dished out food onto his plate he wondered why Hermione had not yet came down, "Somethings up," he thought.
He finished dinner hurriedly and tore back up to the common room the two shared. He saw no sign of her in the common room. He went up to her bedroom no sign there either. Getting scared he walked to the bathroom door and knocked. No reply. He knocked slightly louder and asking if she was in there. He still heard nothing the door creaked as he slowly turned the doornob. It was locked.
"Alohomora," He muttered. The door swung open and draco took a step back, looking inside. He stepped through the door and stopped almost tripping over a seemingly lifeless body.
"What the?" Draco said outloud.
He carried Hermione into her bedroom and gently shook her awake.
"Go away," she mumbled.
She pulled the covers over her head and started snoring. Draco walked off feeling more confused than ever. He walked to his room and sat down on his bed. Laying down he fell into a deep sleep . He awoke with a start. He sat up quickly and strained to see in the dark. Sweat furrowed across his brow and his clothes were in a jumble. He closed his eyes and instantly saw the visions flash before his eyes.
A pool of blood below his feet. A girl beside him, he couldn't make out her face, the features had been so delacate and special though, he did remember that. He also heard a voice, the voice had told him something and at the time he had nodded his head, but he could no longer remember what it was that he had agreed to. He stood to the side and watched all of this replay in his mind. What does this mean, he asked himself over and over again. He climbed out of bed and into the shower. He gelled his hair and walked down to the common room. After checking the time, he sat down realizing that it was awfully early to be up. He had just relaxed when a grumpy looking Hermione stumbled down the steps.
"What time is it?" She asked in between a yawn.
"About six I think, why are you awake so early?" Draco asked.
"I heard the shower going so I decided might as well," She replied.
"Go back to bed you still have about an hour of sleep left," Draco told her.
"Yeah well might as well go take my shower see you,"
And With that said Hermione climbed back up the steps and left behind her a silent Draco.
A/n:Now this is a little bit longer than the other chapters but I got bored and decided might as well, I don't know if I'm going to finish this story, why don't you all click that little button down there and tell me what you think.