Internal Wounds .. x

Impaired Heart .. x

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Chapter Two .. x Unintentional

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Hermione stood alone in the dim deserted classroom, her back facing the closed door behind her. Her head was buzzing of so many things yet there was no one here tonight to share them with. It made her ache inside that again he was late, but stood strongly and awaited his arrival. She had to let him know, she was waiting all night since the meeting with Dumbledore to see his face. But where was he? Sometimes she couldn't help wonder why she always came right on time when she knew she would be here alone for what seemed like 15 minutes. Maybe he wasn't as anxious in seeing her.

After what seemed longer than usual, she heard the door give a low moan as it creaked open. Anger began to boil in the pit of her stomach, why did he always make her wait? She heard the door shut behind him and felt his warm welcoming breath hit her neck, sending goosebumps through her body. Suddenly all anger faded away at the feel of his smooth wet lips planting kisses down her neck as he rested his hands on her stiff arms. Feeling more relaxed at the sound of his breath she decided to let his lateness go yet again. "Hey."

"Hey." he said back calmly as she turned to face him. His metallic silver eyes searched hers as she looked up at his light complex face. The dim flames from the fire place reflected against him warmly, making her forget how mad she had been at him. She could never hold a grudge long against that athletic form and silky blond hair.

Where were you? Is what she felt like asking, curious as to what his excuse would be. "Guess what I found out today?" she asked instead, skipping right to the point.

"What?" Draco asked, beginning to look somewhat curious. His sweet smelling fragrance drawing nearer.

"Dumbledore, he told me that...that I was adopted. I'm not a muggle-born..." she finally replied, fighting the quiver from her voice as she spoke.

He raised a perfect eyebrow in disbelief. "Is this like that time in fifth year, when you told me the sorting hat lied when he put me in Slytherin?"

Hermione gave a small laugh. She had said that last year when she first discovered Malfoy's softer side. "Not exactly."

Draco's eyebrow lowered and his tone grew noticeably softer. "Are you saying you were adopted by muggles then? Your parents were pureblooded?" he questioned.

She nodded. "They were followers of Voldemort, Death Eaters I suppose." Hermione told him quietly, looking down at the floor, a knot was beginning to form in her throat, the words seemed worse out loud. "Do you think being a pureblood is an alright reason to let people know about us?"

He didn't answer, Hermione understood that was probably a no.

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Harry lied stiffly awake that night, not being able to go to sleep. He couldn't get her out of his head, even when he slept. His flesh was hot and stuck against his over sized white night shirt, it was a steamy muggy night. He couldn't take his mind off of her beautiful cinnamon colored eyes. Her tall slender body, it held all the right curves. The way her school shirts fit her tightly around her tiny waste and her bust. The way she occasionally wore those white revealing shirts.

His heavy breath caught in his chest. What was he doing? Why was he feeling this way? These feelings of his were unintentional. His chest ached in guilt for ever thinking of his best friend for more than a friend. Kicking his thick blankets off of his hot body, Harry let out a deep sigh. He needed a walk or something to clear his head.

Harry stumbled out of bed and made his way for the bathroom. The bright lights of the bathroom stung his eyes as he looked back at his reflection and turned on the tap, letting ice cold water run. He ran his clammy palms through his damp jet black hair before running them under the cool water and splashing it against his face. The icey droplets soaked and cooled his flesh gladly as they trickled down his face.

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Hermione flopped against the scarlet sofa, it was 2:00 a.m and she no one would be awake, but some how she wished someone was. She seemed so alone down in the common room by herself.

The fireplace blazed warm and scented flames, making her feel heated. Hermione began to fan herself, feeling her back grow hotter. She removed her robe and school vest so that she was left in her white button up shirt, feeling relieved from her thick clothing. She flicked a curled strand of hair out of her face and lent back further into the cushy couch.

How could her parents have lied to her, her whole entire life? Her mother had always called her 'HER special little girl' but, now she really wasn't...she was someone else's. And the fact that she didn't know who they were, and probably didn't want to was bad enough to.

Hermione felt her throat clog again and her eyes began to water, making the fire before her distorted. Then, she heard foot steps, coming from her right. Hermione whipped her eyes from her tears as her head snapped in the direction of the approaching student.

"Hermione?" Harry's voice asked. "Why are you out of bed?"

end chapter two . . x

Okay, bit of a shorter chapter. And yes, yet again, boring -- does a dance BUT DON'T' FRET! THE EVENTS ARE SOON TO COME YET! heh...i rhymed... Review if you wish for me to continue!

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