Chapter 3: More Pain
As Hermione sat in her apartment, she began thinking about the proposition that Lupin had made her. Could she stand writing about all the loved ones that she had lost? And with Malfoy? Just then she heard a tapping on her window and there sat a large eagle owl. She went over to the window and let the owl in and took the letter off of the owl's leg and began to read.
Dear Hermione, I know you probably still hate me and I don't blame you but Lupin asked me about writing the thing for the funeral with you. I think it would be nice if we did it. For them. Give my owl your reply.
-Draco Malfoy
Hermione quickly grabbed a piece of parchment and scribbled down her answer.
Malfoy, Sure I'll write it with you. Come over to my apartment tonight and we'll get started. -Hermione
She tied it to the owl's leg and it flew off out the window. 'I can't believe I just did that. Now I've got to write something about the people that I can't even think about without crying. And I've got to spend the whole night with Draco Malfoy! Oh, what have I done. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
That night, Hermione sat on her couch waiting for Draco to arrive. She had actually gotten dressed. Just then she heard a POP! And a knock on her door. He had just apparated. She got up and opened the door. "Hi." She said quietly. "Hi." He said back.
She looked up at his face. He was so pale. Paler than usual. They went over to the couch and sat down. "Well, I guess we better get this thing over with." He said softly. They began writing and talking about each person. Hermione teared up quite a few times. They had gotten through everyone but the one person that she had been dreading writing about: Harry. As they began talking and writing about him she started crying harder and harder until she was shaking with sobs. "Oh, Hermione." Draco said as he pulled her into a tight hug. Hermione felt awkward at first but soon began to feel comfortable in his strong arms as he was rocking her back and forth as she cried. "Sssh, it'll be okay." Why does everyone keep saying that, she thought. Everything is NOT going to be okay as long as Harry was dead. Very slowly she began to calm down and not cry so hard, though tears still ran down her face.
She heard a sniff and looked up to see that he also had tears running down his face. She was shocked. The hard, cold, emotionless Draco Malfoy was crying? She slowly wrapped her arms around him and hugged him back. They sat there like that for, an hour, maybe two but when Hermione picked her head up, she saw that he had fallen asleep on her shoulder. 'Oh no, she thought, what am I going to do?' She slowly got up and laid him down on the couch. "I guess I'd better finish this thing," she said looking down at the paper.
The next few minutes were probably some of the hardest she'd ever experienced as she took all of her thoughts about Harry and put them down on paper. As she finished, she looked over at Draco. He looks so peaceful, she thought. I'll let him sleep the night over here. She sat down in the recliner next to the couch and watched him sleep and soon her thoughts began to drift to Harry. He was the last thing that she thought about as she fell asleep with tears in her eyes.
As Hermione sat in her apartment, she began thinking about the proposition that Lupin had made her. Could she stand writing about all the loved ones that she had lost? And with Malfoy? Just then she heard a tapping on her window and there sat a large eagle owl. She went over to the window and let the owl in and took the letter off of the owl's leg and began to read.
Dear Hermione, I know you probably still hate me and I don't blame you but Lupin asked me about writing the thing for the funeral with you. I think it would be nice if we did it. For them. Give my owl your reply.
-Draco Malfoy
Hermione quickly grabbed a piece of parchment and scribbled down her answer.
Malfoy, Sure I'll write it with you. Come over to my apartment tonight and we'll get started. -Hermione
She tied it to the owl's leg and it flew off out the window. 'I can't believe I just did that. Now I've got to write something about the people that I can't even think about without crying. And I've got to spend the whole night with Draco Malfoy! Oh, what have I done. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
That night, Hermione sat on her couch waiting for Draco to arrive. She had actually gotten dressed. Just then she heard a POP! And a knock on her door. He had just apparated. She got up and opened the door. "Hi." She said quietly. "Hi." He said back.
She looked up at his face. He was so pale. Paler than usual. They went over to the couch and sat down. "Well, I guess we better get this thing over with." He said softly. They began writing and talking about each person. Hermione teared up quite a few times. They had gotten through everyone but the one person that she had been dreading writing about: Harry. As they began talking and writing about him she started crying harder and harder until she was shaking with sobs. "Oh, Hermione." Draco said as he pulled her into a tight hug. Hermione felt awkward at first but soon began to feel comfortable in his strong arms as he was rocking her back and forth as she cried. "Sssh, it'll be okay." Why does everyone keep saying that, she thought. Everything is NOT going to be okay as long as Harry was dead. Very slowly she began to calm down and not cry so hard, though tears still ran down her face.
She heard a sniff and looked up to see that he also had tears running down his face. She was shocked. The hard, cold, emotionless Draco Malfoy was crying? She slowly wrapped her arms around him and hugged him back. They sat there like that for, an hour, maybe two but when Hermione picked her head up, she saw that he had fallen asleep on her shoulder. 'Oh no, she thought, what am I going to do?' She slowly got up and laid him down on the couch. "I guess I'd better finish this thing," she said looking down at the paper.
The next few minutes were probably some of the hardest she'd ever experienced as she took all of her thoughts about Harry and put them down on paper. As she finished, she looked over at Draco. He looks so peaceful, she thought. I'll let him sleep the night over here. She sat down in the recliner next to the couch and watched him sleep and soon her thoughts began to drift to Harry. He was the last thing that she thought about as she fell asleep with tears in her eyes.