I suppose you're wondering who I am… I'm only twelve, and yet I have better Grammar than your Grammar teacher does probably. No, I can think why I have better structure in my stories; I have a Grammar teacher that makes sense.
I didn't expect so many reviews, but I can't say that I don't like them, but I can't respond to all your wonderful reviews because of that, but don't stop! Oh, and though I'm a girl, I can still get annoyed with some of my friends all the time. Because, to put it simply, THEY RAMBLE. No, ramble is an understatement here… And that's how I can relate to Draco in this chapter.
I think I have a bigger plot now… Thank you, flamers and those who support me… You gave me ideas.
Chapter 5: Out Of Proportion
"You're sleeping on the couch." Hermione argued, and Draco shook his head in protest. "Then you're sleeping in my sleeping bag! And it's pink, too!" Draco faked a puking noise, which only made Hermione steam even more.
"Why can't I sleep in the pull-up bed over there?" Draco inquired, pointing over his left shoulder blade to a king-sized bed in the corner. The corners of his lips twitched, threatening to smirk.
"Because it's broken." She deadpanned and he rolled his eyes.
"Jesus Christ, Hermione! Was it broken before you moved in?" He asked in an irritable tone, his pale brows furrowed together.
"It was broken before, Draco." She spat, and he plopped down on her bed, an uninterested look on his face. "And you don't think of getting comfy on my bed, because you're not sleeping in it. Ever." He pretended to look hurt, but she saw a flicker of emotion pass through his eyes she couldn't comprehend. She shrugged and sat down beside him.
"We could put pillows between us…" Draco suggested, and Hermione stared at him as if he had snakes crawling out of his ears.
"No way, Draco." She scooted away from him and he shook his head at her, a sly smile gracing his lips. He edged towards her and smiled in an evil way. "Draco! I'll kick you out!" She could feel her heart pounding as he bent down and pressed his soft lips against hers, but not before a door open and enraged voices filled the room.
"Hermione! You're supposed to be clean!" It was Lavender's voice. Everything started to drift away from reality, her vision becoming blurry. She closed her eyes and leaned into Draco, whom hadn't seemed to notice. He applied pressure on the small of her back as their tongue's twined, and she closed her eyes, in pure ecstasy.
"I think they look cute together, don't you think so?" This time Ginny spoke, though Hermione could barely listen to them, because her heart was thundering in her ears, and it somehow grew louder when Draco moved his hand to her neck, making her move closer to him. Not that she didn't mind, that was…
"Well, it's still wrong…" Paravati's voice seemed a bit doubtful and she could just picture them; Lavender looking appalled, Ginny beaming like a little red beacon, and Paravati just blinking at them, brows arched.
When Draco finally pulled away, they both had to take deep breaths of air, and Hermione looked over to her friends, and licked her lips, glancing over at Draco, whom was lying on the bed, an emotionless look in his eyes, though he was smirking at her. And, it wasn't a teasing smirk. It was… A sexy kind of smirk, to put it in a positive way.
"You're so fucking lucky, Hermione!" Ginny squealed, rushing over to her, while Lavender and Paravati just stood beside another, watching.
"Wait up, Ginny… He's the one who…" However, she was interrupted by Ginny's utters.
"You're so lucky! You two look so fucking good together!" She smiled at her chum, and Hermione bit her lip, which Draco noticed.
"He's the one who kissed me, Ginny. Besides, we aren't a couple. I just helped him out with suicide." She answered in a determined tone, but Ginny looked quite sceptical.
"Are you sure, Hermione? You know you want him." She gave Hermione an evil grin, whispering the last part, for her friend's sake.
Hermione cupped her hand to the side of her mouth, so Draco couldn't read her lips and mouthed: 'Ginny, why do you always want me to be with the bad guys?'
"Because I think you were better at the beginning of the year. Well, minus the whole cutting shit. Don't you think so, Lavender, Paravati?" She turned to her other friends, and they stared blankly back at her.
"What…?" Paravati asked, and Draco fought hard to stifle a fit of guffawing.
Women… Draco thought as he turned his headphones down a bit. They all know they want me. He laughed in his mind, since that was the only place he could.
Draco had gotten his headphones back from his house by breaking inside- it was easy- they had no alarm system. He had gotten everything he needed, basically, for a couple of years at least. Since he only had clothes for his birthday presents, and had a few Game boy XP games and his headphones, and had stolen some of- well, not some, a shit load of- his Gothic sister's clothes for Hermione, plus about four bottles of black nail polish and all of his three-hundred-dollar-worth CD case full of CDs. He was at home at Hermione's apartment, though he could have stolen some of his covers and pillows.
"Hermione, I hear you're gonna go and get your hair straightened and have it died pink… Why don't you do it with pink streaks? And how about red tips? Hey, if that doesn't help, you can get your lip pierced… Though I hear your cousin did and blah…"
Draco rolled his eyes. How much did these girls talk?
He watched as Hermione pretended to look interested, knowing in his heart that she was bored. That was, because, she actually did have tiny tears in the corner of her eyes. Draco smirked to himself and snatched a pillow, pretending slowly fall asleep, lying a hand on Hermione's legs, just wanting to see her reaction.
Hermione didn't seem to notice.
Feeling a bit putout, Draco moved his arm to the bed and actually did fall into slumber.
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Smoke clogged his lungs, and he felt something soft against his chest. Several platinum bangs were in his eyes, and he was in some sort of dark field. It looked cleared out, it was eerily calm, and Draco had the feeling he was being hunted.
"Why!" A familiar voice rang in his ears, and he looked down to see it was Hermione who was clinging to his waist, on her knees, her head resting hard against his chest, her chocolate curls tangled, and she looked as if she had been crying. He bent down to wipe her tears away, but he only touched air.
"What the hell…" He muttered and looked around him, slightly perplexed but at the same time more irritated than hell. He bit his lip so hard that it drew blood, and he wiped it away, but not before seeing the little slash mark across his knuckles. That hadn't been there before… He thought, but shrugged it off.
As he looked around, he noticed the field had a burnt look to it. The blades of grass's tips were black, all perfectly even, as if being painted with a brush. It was too perfect, like a pit hidden in a sanctum. It was too much surreal…
He opened his mouth to speak, but it seemed his vocal chords had gone numb. His knees buckled beneath him and he fell face-first into the grass.
Now he could smell that familiar smell, the smell he knew so well, the kind of smell only a trained soldier could smell. It wasn't sweet, but it wasn't rancid either. It was the kind of smell you would expect a survivor of many attempted suicides. That metallic bloody smell…
Then it hit him; he couldn't breathe. He had collapsed because he was- no, he couldn't- dead. The smell was coming from him… But how…
Is this real? He wondered, and silence was the only thing that answered him.
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"What the fuck!" He shouted into the darkness, and could practically feel like he was in an ocean of water; that was how much he was sweating.
"What…?" Hermione looked over at Draco, whom had woken her up with that odd scream. "What's wrong, Draco?"
"The generation of no face…" Was all he mumbled. He was staring blankly up at the dark-coloured ceiling of Hermione's room.
"Smile Empty Soul?" She asked after several periods of silence. "I don't know that you listened to their music... But anyhow, what was that scream all about?"
Draco swallowed, looking over at Hermione, feeling like a deer in headlights. Immobile. Frightened- no, Malfoy's aren't frightened… Then what was that uneasy feeling? He hadn't had that dream for a long time, and in that dream, there hadn't been a girl at all. Shit. He thought.
"Well, Mia, it was about…" He then made up a crazy lie, because he didn't want her to acknowledge he was afraid of some shitty dream. "It started pouring blood, and I could taste it. It was so fucking real…" Well, he was being half-honest. He had had that dream the night before.
Usually dreams meant something. IE: In his dream of torrential blood showering, he had almost bled the same day to death. That wasn't coincidence at all. He had had that dream before someone he loved died. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit… He thought stupidly before taking a blushing Hermione into his arms, making sure she was real and safe. Oh God… Not him again… "Him" was the man who had killed both his parents.
"Dra…Draco… I don't see how a dream of blood can get you so fucking scared," she whispered before adding in a higher voice. "Fucking afraid of something more… Are you lying to me about your dream?" She looked up at the platinum blond and her heart almost stopped at the expression in his eyes. You could see it written all over his face, and you couldn't just ignore his sweating. He looked like he had just dreamt something horrible, something unbearable, and something unthinkable.
"I dreamt that you died…" He spat out, breathing very shallow, uneven breaths, and she bit her lip, an unreadable look in her eyes.
"You're saying…." She waited for him to explain it to her, and he did.
"I just collapsed… And my Mom was this kind of prophet. My real Mother, and don't give me that look, Hermione. I think some of her skills could have passed to me…" He held her tightly to him, afraid to let go. "I think this is a sign that…"
"Draco Malfoy, I don't think there's such a thing as Goth or goody-goody. It depends on how you were raised. That's the only difference. My real parents died in a car crash, and that's all it's going to be. Don't go telling me their death was planned, because that's bullshit." She hadn't meant to be so harsh to him, but that was the only was she could get it out. She felt so broken.
"Fine…" He muttered, but continued to hold her tightly, as if she were some lifesaver to a drowning person in shallow water.
"You're just going to agree with me?" She squeaked, obviously surprised that she was still in his arms.
"I don't have any choice, do I? Or else I'd be left in the cold. And I don't exactly have enough money to even get a hamburger… So I have to stay with you."
Hermione rolled her eyes and settled her head against his firm chest. "Whatever, Draco, whatever."
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"I love your sister's taste, Draco! I'd love to meet her someday!" Hermione squealed, now looking at herself in the mirror on top of her bed. She was dressed in a short blue and black patterned miny skirt under a black hoodie having in bold flaming red print Smile Empty Soul. Her socks were black and went to her knees, light blue stripes standing out. Her shoes were black, with electric green shoelaces, which she had spent three minutes lacing because they were huge on her. Around her wrists were tons of black hair-bands and bracelets, and she wore only one silver necklace, and now she was painting her fingernails black.
"Maybe sometime you can. She's the only girl I like that's in my foster family." He said with a shrug. "She was adopted, too…" He watched her put on black eyeliner while he was lacing up his shoes that were similar to hers.
"She sounds cool… So, you think I could meet some of your friends?" She was now putting on dark lipstick, pouting out her lips, which made Draco shudder, and crossed his legs to tie his other shoe and… other reasons…
"Yeah, she is… I think you could, because I don't think your friends would accept you now, would they?" He smirked at all the skin she was showing, like her tan legs. "Oh, and my sister would always let me do her hair… Have you ever seen Christina Aguilera's hair? I made my sister look like her twin… I might be a hair designer someday…"
Hermione's eyes nearly popped, and she turned around and stared at him as if he was a God. "I always wanted hair like her's… Though I don't want a frizzy platinum 'fro…"
Draco smirked lightly at her, and the rest of their time was spent with him corn-rolling her hair and stopping to ask what Hermione thought of it.
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"Holy fuckin' shit!" Someone shouted after Hermione, and Draco rolled his eyes, while Hermione blushed crimson.
"Maybe I should pull my hood up?" Hermione asked Draco, and he nodded.
"It won't make the staring go away, though. Your legs would still show." He watched her pull the hood of her jacket up, and he had to admit, she actually looked better. Draco rolled his eyes at his thoughts.
"So? I'm attached to the hottest 10th grader in RHMS… Who cares if they show?" She stopped at her locker, and Draco had to stop with her and waited impatiently; his stuff for class was already in his arms.
"Somebody's gonna fuckin' think we spent the night together… I saw some people watch us when we got out of the car…" Draco bent down and whispered into her ear and she shrugged.
"So what? We did spend the night together!" She whispered back and added in a louder voice, "But we didn't do anything, so I think they would understand that."
"No, I mean they could think we did do shit together." He took her books away from her and carried hers with his own to class.
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Shitty, shitting, shit, fucking bitch wanting me to do that problem with Pothead… Draco thought as he watched Hermione staring into space.
They got into a bit of shit back there… Hermione thought a little distractedly.
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"Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter." Mrs. Church called, and Draco's eyes snapped from Hermione to Potter. He grit his teeth and bit his tongue, restraining himself from shouting: "WHAT THE FUCK, YOU BITCH!" Harry didn't look happy at all, and he glared at Draco.
Draco stood and walked over to Potter's desk, a nasty look on his face, more tense than a dead body.
"What have you done to Hermione, Malfoy?" Potter spat, and Draco just scooted his desk farther from his.
"Sod off, I don't do anything to her; she wanted it herself. You can ask her." His knuckles nearly turned white from how hard he was gripping his pencil and he slowly started to write down the answer to the first question.
30 minutes later
They had to write poetry that was the exact opposite of their personality, and Draco was trying hard to do it, and was failing terribly.
"Shit." Draco muttered, and he caught Hermione's eye on him.
Harry sneered at him when he messed up his poetry. He had written this:
You asked me if I hated life,
But I know you already knew.
It's ridiculously dark, and you said,
"Me too…"
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"Shit, shit, shit, shit…" He muttered, and he knew he was in deep shit, and Hermione glanced over sympathetically at him. I don't need sympathy… He thought stubbornly, but didn't utter it.
"I'm not forgiving you for getting Harry suspended. Plus, you'll have to face him at home." She shook her head at him, and he just scowled at her.
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I don't have any clue what the plot is… I'm just writing for the fun of it… So, you better like it. I'm not dying yet, and that's because of you guys… How about twenty reviews? I haven't been online since forever and I can't see any of your reviews because Fanfiction.net fucking hates me… I hope you can forgive me for that… Say whatever you want about the story, because I'm over it. Nothing could get worse than what happened to me yesterday.