Chapter 20
Hermione's POV
She sat there and cried for what seemed like ages. Slowly, the crying slowed to sobs. The sobs slowed to tears and the tears finally ceased to fall. To her surprise, the crying had made her feel better. She got changed from the shirt and put her own clothing on. She grabbed the plans and a couple of letters and trudged her way out of the dormitory. She sighed as she reached Dumbledore's Office. "Chocolate Frogs," she muttered.
She climbed the stairs. She walked into the circular room to see, as usual, the Headmasters before Dumbledore, sleeping, at least they were pretending to. She walked quietly to Dumbledore's desk and put the plans down gently. She saw Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix, sitting on his perch. She strode over to him and gently stroked him. "Hello Hermione, don't you have something to do this morning?" a voice asked. She looked up to see Dumbledore. "Hello Professor, and no, I've got nothing special I've got to do, just dropping off the plans," she said, still stroking Fawkes.
"Ah! Just leave them on my desk, and I'll get to them as soon as I can," he said. He saw Hermione stroking Fawkes and said softly, "Fawkes is a little tired, he was doing an.. errand for me." "I'll just leave him be then," she said. She looked back at Dumbledore, and yet again, she felt she was being read again. She turned away to break the connection. She gave a final stroke to Fawkes and turned to leave. Just as she reached the door, she heard him say, "Hopefully, you'll figure out whatever is troubling you."
She turned around, "How do I'm know I'm not making the biggest mistake of my life?" she asked. "Sometimes you know, sometimes you don't, sometimes you have to take the risk, not just figure it out on what you already know. Or so I have learned over the years," he said with a smile, "Whatever you decide will usually come out right in the end," he added. She gave him a small smile, and answered back with, "Thanks Professor, I'll remember that...." And walked out of the room.
She strolled through the corridors towards the Owlery, with no thoughts actually coming to mind, as if her mind was blank. Then it hit her! 'I need to go to the Garden! A place to think Dra-,' she thought. She didn't even want to mention his name. It made her feel dizzy. She shook her head, hoping it would get rid of the thoughts of Draco.
She trudged out to the Grounds. It was a little chilly so she summoned a cloak. She pulled out her wand. "Accio Cloak," she muttered. A cloak zoomed from out from the castle. She caught as it reached her. then she noticed that the crest wasn't a lion, but a snake. And she also noticed that it was much too big for her, most likely a boys. But what tipped her off was it smelt very familiar..... Draco's cologne! 'Shit!' she thought. 'Why do things keep reminding of him!'
Although she didn't wan to put it on, it was cold and she couldn't be bothered to summon the right cloak. She put it on and walked onwards to the Garden, with the hem of the cloak dragging behind her. She quickly walked through the entrance. It was as beautiful as ever. Although it was cold, it didn't seem to effect the Garden. She walked into the Garden.
But no matter how far she walked, she didn't seem to get anywhere. After awhile she got tired. 'I need a place to sit,' she thought. She walked on a bit to find a very large fountain. It had a mermaid, sitting on a rock and flicking her tail. Next to the fountain was a bench. 'Handy,' she thought wit h a smile. She sat facing the fountain. She watched the water splashing from the mermaid's tail, but it soon began to blur and she started to drift away from reality.
Daydream
It was dark everywhere, and she couldn't see a thing. Then the voices started to call her. She tried to turn and see who had said it but there were too many people talking. She kept on turning. She turned and turned until she felt so dizzy. But the voices kept going. Slowly, it got louder and it seemed like there were more and more people yelling. She fell to her knees, clutching her head. She panted loudly. The voices kept yelling. Then a voice, louder than the others, and she could her them clearly, not like the other voices. "Hermione.." they whispered. She felt them grab her and held her tightly. The voices stopped. "Who are you?" Before the mystery person could answer, she was taken away from her dream......
End of Daydream
She was taken away from her daydream because somebody else was in the Garden. "Shit! Stupid Cuts!" the person said. She turned around quickly. It was none other than Draco. "You," she said coldly, "What are you doing here?" "I could ask the very same question," he replied with the same tone.
Draco's POV
After leaving Hermione's room, he'd retreated to his own room. He didn't worry too much about his small cuts, they would heal. He wrapped it in a small towel and waited for it to stop bleeding. He lied on his bed for some time, then remembering he had Quidditch Training. He changed into his Quidditch robes but went to the Great Hall for a cup of coffee to wake him up.
He walked slowly into the Great Hall and sat down. He grabbed a mug and poured himself some coffee. He took a sip. Strong, just how he liked it. He took another sip. He leaned on the wall, (coz the Slytherin table was right up against the wall) and watched people slowly pour into the Great Hall, many seemed to be still half asleep. then he saw Krum enter the Hall.
Sudden anger filled him. He tried with all his might not to let the anger show on his face but his hands shook uncontrollably. The next minute, the mug in his hand broke in his hand. The coffee fell into his lap and turned away from the anger. He whipped out his wand with bloody hands and muttered "Repairo." The mug zoomed back together, as if it was brand new. But he couldn't do anything with his hands, it was bleeding too much.
He left the Hall in a hurry to the Quidditch Pitch, where all his team mates, including Crabbe and Goyle, were waiting for him. "Go out and start without me, do some warm ups or something. I'll be out in a minute, take the Quaffle and Bludgers," he muttered to them, covering his bloody hand. Crabbe and Goyle, who were accustom to Draco's orders automatically went out to the pitch. Then one by one, t he other team mates left him in the Change room by himself.
He sighed, dropped his broom on a bench and tried to find some bandages. He found some, but after about 10 minutes. The good thing was, his hand had finally stopped bleeding. He wrapped his hand and sat on a bench. 'Things never go according to plan,' he thought bitterly. He gave a disappointed chuckle. He sat on the bench, for how long, he didn't know and thought about all the things that had gone wrong for him.
After a while, Crabbe's dumb voice called out, "Uh.... Draco, we've been out here for..... um... I dunno how long, but a long time! Are you coming or not?" he stood up and grabbed his broom. "Yeah , yeah!" he called back.
During Training, he played like shit simply. He could hardly catch the Snitch because of his hand and he couldn't concentrate. After about an hour or so, he called it quits, (is that how it goes?) and told everyone they could pack up and leave when ever they wanted to. He flew back to the ground and grabbed his possessions.
He shouldered his broom and headed towards the Garden. He needed to be alone, but every time he wanted to be alone, someone would interrupt him. He walked quickly to the entrance of the Garden and entered. He walked into the Garden, not really paying attention to where he was going. He walked down the steps. He accidentally missed a step and lost his balance (if you don't understand, it's like when you miss a step and you didn't expect it and you feel like your about to fall) and grabbed the railing with his cut hand.
The sudden impact with something solid hurt his hand. "Shit! Stupid cuts!" he said. He looked down at his hand to make sure it was badly hurt. When he looked up again, he saw Hermione looking at him. "You," she said coldly, "What are you doing here?" 'Fine,' he thought, 'I'll give the attitude right back at you.' "I could ask you the same question," he answered in the same tone.
A/N: I apologise if my story is getting more and more boring (says my friend). I duno what the hell I was doing with the day dream........ I will try and make the story more interesting, maybe a few ideas...... anyway.. review! And plez don't be too harsh!!!! .
Hermione's POV
She sat there and cried for what seemed like ages. Slowly, the crying slowed to sobs. The sobs slowed to tears and the tears finally ceased to fall. To her surprise, the crying had made her feel better. She got changed from the shirt and put her own clothing on. She grabbed the plans and a couple of letters and trudged her way out of the dormitory. She sighed as she reached Dumbledore's Office. "Chocolate Frogs," she muttered.
She climbed the stairs. She walked into the circular room to see, as usual, the Headmasters before Dumbledore, sleeping, at least they were pretending to. She walked quietly to Dumbledore's desk and put the plans down gently. She saw Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix, sitting on his perch. She strode over to him and gently stroked him. "Hello Hermione, don't you have something to do this morning?" a voice asked. She looked up to see Dumbledore. "Hello Professor, and no, I've got nothing special I've got to do, just dropping off the plans," she said, still stroking Fawkes.
"Ah! Just leave them on my desk, and I'll get to them as soon as I can," he said. He saw Hermione stroking Fawkes and said softly, "Fawkes is a little tired, he was doing an.. errand for me." "I'll just leave him be then," she said. She looked back at Dumbledore, and yet again, she felt she was being read again. She turned away to break the connection. She gave a final stroke to Fawkes and turned to leave. Just as she reached the door, she heard him say, "Hopefully, you'll figure out whatever is troubling you."
She turned around, "How do I'm know I'm not making the biggest mistake of my life?" she asked. "Sometimes you know, sometimes you don't, sometimes you have to take the risk, not just figure it out on what you already know. Or so I have learned over the years," he said with a smile, "Whatever you decide will usually come out right in the end," he added. She gave him a small smile, and answered back with, "Thanks Professor, I'll remember that...." And walked out of the room.
She strolled through the corridors towards the Owlery, with no thoughts actually coming to mind, as if her mind was blank. Then it hit her! 'I need to go to the Garden! A place to think Dra-,' she thought. She didn't even want to mention his name. It made her feel dizzy. She shook her head, hoping it would get rid of the thoughts of Draco.
She trudged out to the Grounds. It was a little chilly so she summoned a cloak. She pulled out her wand. "Accio Cloak," she muttered. A cloak zoomed from out from the castle. She caught as it reached her. then she noticed that the crest wasn't a lion, but a snake. And she also noticed that it was much too big for her, most likely a boys. But what tipped her off was it smelt very familiar..... Draco's cologne! 'Shit!' she thought. 'Why do things keep reminding of him!'
Although she didn't wan to put it on, it was cold and she couldn't be bothered to summon the right cloak. She put it on and walked onwards to the Garden, with the hem of the cloak dragging behind her. She quickly walked through the entrance. It was as beautiful as ever. Although it was cold, it didn't seem to effect the Garden. She walked into the Garden.
But no matter how far she walked, she didn't seem to get anywhere. After awhile she got tired. 'I need a place to sit,' she thought. She walked on a bit to find a very large fountain. It had a mermaid, sitting on a rock and flicking her tail. Next to the fountain was a bench. 'Handy,' she thought wit h a smile. She sat facing the fountain. She watched the water splashing from the mermaid's tail, but it soon began to blur and she started to drift away from reality.
Daydream
It was dark everywhere, and she couldn't see a thing. Then the voices started to call her. She tried to turn and see who had said it but there were too many people talking. She kept on turning. She turned and turned until she felt so dizzy. But the voices kept going. Slowly, it got louder and it seemed like there were more and more people yelling. She fell to her knees, clutching her head. She panted loudly. The voices kept yelling. Then a voice, louder than the others, and she could her them clearly, not like the other voices. "Hermione.." they whispered. She felt them grab her and held her tightly. The voices stopped. "Who are you?" Before the mystery person could answer, she was taken away from her dream......
End of Daydream
She was taken away from her daydream because somebody else was in the Garden. "Shit! Stupid Cuts!" the person said. She turned around quickly. It was none other than Draco. "You," she said coldly, "What are you doing here?" "I could ask the very same question," he replied with the same tone.
Draco's POV
After leaving Hermione's room, he'd retreated to his own room. He didn't worry too much about his small cuts, they would heal. He wrapped it in a small towel and waited for it to stop bleeding. He lied on his bed for some time, then remembering he had Quidditch Training. He changed into his Quidditch robes but went to the Great Hall for a cup of coffee to wake him up.
He walked slowly into the Great Hall and sat down. He grabbed a mug and poured himself some coffee. He took a sip. Strong, just how he liked it. He took another sip. He leaned on the wall, (coz the Slytherin table was right up against the wall) and watched people slowly pour into the Great Hall, many seemed to be still half asleep. then he saw Krum enter the Hall.
Sudden anger filled him. He tried with all his might not to let the anger show on his face but his hands shook uncontrollably. The next minute, the mug in his hand broke in his hand. The coffee fell into his lap and turned away from the anger. He whipped out his wand with bloody hands and muttered "Repairo." The mug zoomed back together, as if it was brand new. But he couldn't do anything with his hands, it was bleeding too much.
He left the Hall in a hurry to the Quidditch Pitch, where all his team mates, including Crabbe and Goyle, were waiting for him. "Go out and start without me, do some warm ups or something. I'll be out in a minute, take the Quaffle and Bludgers," he muttered to them, covering his bloody hand. Crabbe and Goyle, who were accustom to Draco's orders automatically went out to the pitch. Then one by one, t he other team mates left him in the Change room by himself.
He sighed, dropped his broom on a bench and tried to find some bandages. He found some, but after about 10 minutes. The good thing was, his hand had finally stopped bleeding. He wrapped his hand and sat on a bench. 'Things never go according to plan,' he thought bitterly. He gave a disappointed chuckle. He sat on the bench, for how long, he didn't know and thought about all the things that had gone wrong for him.
After a while, Crabbe's dumb voice called out, "Uh.... Draco, we've been out here for..... um... I dunno how long, but a long time! Are you coming or not?" he stood up and grabbed his broom. "Yeah , yeah!" he called back.
During Training, he played like shit simply. He could hardly catch the Snitch because of his hand and he couldn't concentrate. After about an hour or so, he called it quits, (is that how it goes?) and told everyone they could pack up and leave when ever they wanted to. He flew back to the ground and grabbed his possessions.
He shouldered his broom and headed towards the Garden. He needed to be alone, but every time he wanted to be alone, someone would interrupt him. He walked quickly to the entrance of the Garden and entered. He walked into the Garden, not really paying attention to where he was going. He walked down the steps. He accidentally missed a step and lost his balance (if you don't understand, it's like when you miss a step and you didn't expect it and you feel like your about to fall) and grabbed the railing with his cut hand.
The sudden impact with something solid hurt his hand. "Shit! Stupid cuts!" he said. He looked down at his hand to make sure it was badly hurt. When he looked up again, he saw Hermione looking at him. "You," she said coldly, "What are you doing here?" 'Fine,' he thought, 'I'll give the attitude right back at you.' "I could ask you the same question," he answered in the same tone.
A/N: I apologise if my story is getting more and more boring (says my friend). I duno what the hell I was doing with the day dream........ I will try and make the story more interesting, maybe a few ideas...... anyway.. review! And plez don't be too harsh!!!! .