I woke up the next morning very groggy, I got up and looked in the mirror I
saw my face smeared make-up and hair tossed and tangled I looked tired,
upset and terrible. Then all of the memories from last night came back to
me Dean trying to come on to me, me saying no him pushing me and telling me
we we're over, me running through the bush finding Draco, asking him a
question he couldn't answer and then. I shook my head I'm not going to cry
again. I had a shower put my hair into a messy bun, put no make-up on and
put my school uniform on and went down to breakfast with bags under my
eyes.
Meanwhile another hurt soul was awakening.
I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked tired and worn out. I put a brush through my hair and shoved my uniform on and went down to breakfast, trying not to think of the events that took place the night before. When I walked down to breakfast I saw her she looked tired, lost and broken hearted the way, I thought, I must look. She looked up at me and tears immediately started welling up in both of our eyes and she looked down at the wooden table. I walked over to the Slytherin table where Pansy was hitting on Travis a 5th year so I silently slipped in between Crabbe and Goyle hoping to not catch her attention. The whole time at breakfast I watched Hermione, Harry was know sitting with her while she cried on his shoulder, I guess he just thought it was something to do with Dean. I had found Dean later on, last night, and asked what happened of course after putting a truth spell on him he told me, I bashed him. Dean walked into the hall and looked at Hermione with disgust and then looked at me and immediately stopped and brought his hand to his broken nose and sat down at the end of the Gryfindor table because he was know being death glared by Ginny, Ron and Harry. While Hermione cried, my heart throbbed with pain and my body ached to be the one comforting her, but little did anyone else, except me and Hermione, know that I was the one inflicting the pain, not Dean. And that broke my heart a thousand times over.
All through breakfast I felt his eyes on me and that just made me cry harder as Harry and Ron held me, they thought this was because of Dean but it was so much worse than that my heart had been torn into little pieces and the person that did that was the one I wish was comforting me, Draco. I felt stupid crying in the middle of the table I felt stupid and pathetic but I then I had figured who cares if I don't have him to love me what's the point in caring about my appearance or what people think of me, I then pulled my head up. And looked straight ahead, unluckily, the person staring right back at me was Draco at the Slytherin table our eyes connected his where full of pain and heart ache it looked as if a war between his honour and his love was racing in his head. I looked terrible I knew it so I looked away and tied my hair back into a loose bun with curls falling around my face and pulled up my school socks.
' this is going to be a long and painful day,' both thought at the same time.
Meanwhile a person was watching the scene before him from the head table, ' Ahh I'm getting to old for this,' Albus Dumbledore thought to himself and then started working up a plan to make the two happy again, after all the fate of the light side was on both his and there shoulders, Draco had been prophesised before he was born to be born to honour the Dark side but will meet a brown haired Muggle-born witch, with whom he will fall in love with and she will either help him to cross to the light side, where he will be a strong addition, or push him further into the dark side, where he will forever live in darkness and become a powerful and wicked leader of the Dark side.
A/N: Okay I've been reading a lot of prophesy fan fictions lately so I decided to put this little one in just to make things a bit more exciting. Please Review!!!!!!!!!!!
Meanwhile another hurt soul was awakening.
I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked tired and worn out. I put a brush through my hair and shoved my uniform on and went down to breakfast, trying not to think of the events that took place the night before. When I walked down to breakfast I saw her she looked tired, lost and broken hearted the way, I thought, I must look. She looked up at me and tears immediately started welling up in both of our eyes and she looked down at the wooden table. I walked over to the Slytherin table where Pansy was hitting on Travis a 5th year so I silently slipped in between Crabbe and Goyle hoping to not catch her attention. The whole time at breakfast I watched Hermione, Harry was know sitting with her while she cried on his shoulder, I guess he just thought it was something to do with Dean. I had found Dean later on, last night, and asked what happened of course after putting a truth spell on him he told me, I bashed him. Dean walked into the hall and looked at Hermione with disgust and then looked at me and immediately stopped and brought his hand to his broken nose and sat down at the end of the Gryfindor table because he was know being death glared by Ginny, Ron and Harry. While Hermione cried, my heart throbbed with pain and my body ached to be the one comforting her, but little did anyone else, except me and Hermione, know that I was the one inflicting the pain, not Dean. And that broke my heart a thousand times over.
All through breakfast I felt his eyes on me and that just made me cry harder as Harry and Ron held me, they thought this was because of Dean but it was so much worse than that my heart had been torn into little pieces and the person that did that was the one I wish was comforting me, Draco. I felt stupid crying in the middle of the table I felt stupid and pathetic but I then I had figured who cares if I don't have him to love me what's the point in caring about my appearance or what people think of me, I then pulled my head up. And looked straight ahead, unluckily, the person staring right back at me was Draco at the Slytherin table our eyes connected his where full of pain and heart ache it looked as if a war between his honour and his love was racing in his head. I looked terrible I knew it so I looked away and tied my hair back into a loose bun with curls falling around my face and pulled up my school socks.
' this is going to be a long and painful day,' both thought at the same time.
Meanwhile a person was watching the scene before him from the head table, ' Ahh I'm getting to old for this,' Albus Dumbledore thought to himself and then started working up a plan to make the two happy again, after all the fate of the light side was on both his and there shoulders, Draco had been prophesised before he was born to be born to honour the Dark side but will meet a brown haired Muggle-born witch, with whom he will fall in love with and she will either help him to cross to the light side, where he will be a strong addition, or push him further into the dark side, where he will forever live in darkness and become a powerful and wicked leader of the Dark side.
A/N: Okay I've been reading a lot of prophesy fan fictions lately so I decided to put this little one in just to make things a bit more exciting. Please Review!!!!!!!!!!!