Chapter 21
Hermione's POV
They stared at each other for a while, before he turned away. He walked over to her and placed his bag and broom on the space that was left on her bench. He slowly unwrapped the bandages on his hand and Hermione gasped. Whatever he had done to himself, it was awful! She winced inwardly at how bad it was.
"Doesn't it hurt?" she asked. He didn't answer her, but he dropped the bandages onto the free space on the bench. He dipped his hand in the fountain and Hermione gasped once again. His hand was healing! He pulled it out. "It healed........" she whispered.
He laughed bitterly, "Life has many illusions, this is one of many. Though it may seem to be healed, it still hurts if I touch it," he turned away, then whispered so it was barely audible, "Another illusion, just like us........."
She wasn't sure that she quite heard him right. Had he really said that? And if he had, what did he mean illusion? Still more silence. "Is that my cloak?" he asked quietly. She nodded. "Some how I summoned yours instead of mine. Sorry." He shrugged. "I was going t o come here to sleep, but since you're here, I'll leave," he mumbled. She sighed mentally. It didn't take a genius to know that he was still pissed off. He picked up his stuff.
"Don't be angry at me," she suddenly said, "None of this is my fault!" he didn't turn around, but answered, "Are you really sure?" "Yes!!" she said. "Well," he said, he turned slightly towards her, "We shall see, won't we?" He gave her a small smile that made her feel warm. But as soon as he realised what he did, he turned straight away. She had an urge to stop him but didn't. he needed his space, she knew that.
She sat on the edge of the fountain. She ran he fingers through the water. She got up and left the Garden. As she climbed the stairs toward the dormitory, she thought she'd do some homework. When she opened the door, the first thing she saw was the hole. 'Shit... I forgot to repair it.' She thought. She whipped out her wand and muttered, "Repairo." She grabbed her books and went down the stairs. She took a look at the fireplace where they had mucked around the night before. She sighed sadly. Then she noticed the rose sitting on the coffee table. She walked swiftly towards it and picked it up gently. She smelt the rose. She shook her head before she went down Memory Lane.
She carried the rose all the way to the library. She carried it to her favourite spot in the Library and sat down. She place the rose in front of her and pulled out her books from her bag. For the whole time she spent at the Library doing work, she didn't notice a single petal fall off from the rose.
Draco's POV
That night, just before dinner started, Professor Dumbledore called up Hermione and Draco to announce the Winter Ball. They stood at the front while Professor McGonagall clinked on her goblet to get everyone's attention. Everyone fell silent. Dumbledore cleared his throat and said, "Tonight, The Head Boy and Girl have something special to tell you. Hermione, Draco, if you please."
Hermione cleared her throat. "As you all know, we," she gestured to herself and Draco, "have been planning the Winter Ball. The Ball will be held on Christmas and will be open to fourth years and above, unless you wish to invite a younger student." There was a shrill of giggles coming from none other than Lavender and Parvati. Hermione crossed her arms and waited for them to stop giggling, but they were oblivious to her glares.
Draco had always hated giggling girls, especially these two. He stepped forward and shouted, "Oi! Brown, Patil! Put a sock in it before I do it for you!" Many eyes turned to them. They blushed and shut up automatically. He walked back towards Hermione. she muttered a "Thank you," stiffly and he nodded.
"Anyway, it will start at 8 o'clock and finish at midnight in the Great Hall. Dress robes will be worn," she finished. She nudged him and he said, "Huh? Ah yeah...... We've have had special permission to let everyone, first years and up, will be allowed to go to Hogsmeade on New Year's Eve. There will be a special fireworks display at midnight," he said, "And if anyone is interested, the fireworks will be supplied by none other than the Weasley twins. The very same one from the year Umbridge came."
Many people laughed at the memory of the spectacular fireworks display. They walked back to their house tables surrounded by excited whispers. Draco sat between Goyle and Crabbe and watched Hermione sit in between Harry and Ron. They caught him staring at her and he looked away. He stabbed his food with his fork a number of times before leaning back and letting Goyle and Crabbe to fight over his plate of food. He left the table before the fight got to ugly.
He took a glimpse at the Gryffindor Table just before he walked out the door. Hermione wasn't there. He had a feeling she was in the dormitory, so he headed outside. He walked around the lake a few times before he felt like going back inside.
Hermione's POV
Hermione had invited Ginny back to her dormitory for a chat. No not invited, dragged her back to the dormitory. As soon as they sat down, Ginny said, "What's up? With you and Draco to be more specific." "Nothing!" she said, "When we started to get something, something happened!" "What did you do?" Ginny asked sadly, like she was half expecting it. "I didn't do anything!" wailed Hermione, "He found out that I still haven't said no to Viktor. He got majorly pissed and made a hole in my bedroom wall! What the hell am I supposed to do?" "Depends, if you don't wanna be with him, you go to Viktor and say yes. Vice versa," Ginny concluded. "I still haven't decided, how am I supposed to choose?"
"Well, think of it this way. Who is worth it? Who's worth all your effort? And do you love him enough? That's what you have to think about," said Ginny. Hermione stayed quiet. Ginny sighed and said, "Personally, I don't think Viktor is worth it. I mean if you put all of it on hold for him, he'll be too busy with Quidditch and stuff. And he would travel off to other countries without you, and how can you be sure he isn't going to cheat on you? I mean, look at all the celebrities in the world, they don't all have a perfect record."
Listening to Ginny's comment, that fact actually dawned on her. he'd probably never be around, with his carrer and all. She hugged her knees and stared into the fireplace. But if Viktor wasn't worth it, would Draco be worth it at all?
A/N: Sappy... yes I know..... sorry.....=( If you don 't like it... give me an idea, and I'll try and put it in. REVIEWS PLZ!!!
Hermione's POV
They stared at each other for a while, before he turned away. He walked over to her and placed his bag and broom on the space that was left on her bench. He slowly unwrapped the bandages on his hand and Hermione gasped. Whatever he had done to himself, it was awful! She winced inwardly at how bad it was.
"Doesn't it hurt?" she asked. He didn't answer her, but he dropped the bandages onto the free space on the bench. He dipped his hand in the fountain and Hermione gasped once again. His hand was healing! He pulled it out. "It healed........" she whispered.
He laughed bitterly, "Life has many illusions, this is one of many. Though it may seem to be healed, it still hurts if I touch it," he turned away, then whispered so it was barely audible, "Another illusion, just like us........."
She wasn't sure that she quite heard him right. Had he really said that? And if he had, what did he mean illusion? Still more silence. "Is that my cloak?" he asked quietly. She nodded. "Some how I summoned yours instead of mine. Sorry." He shrugged. "I was going t o come here to sleep, but since you're here, I'll leave," he mumbled. She sighed mentally. It didn't take a genius to know that he was still pissed off. He picked up his stuff.
"Don't be angry at me," she suddenly said, "None of this is my fault!" he didn't turn around, but answered, "Are you really sure?" "Yes!!" she said. "Well," he said, he turned slightly towards her, "We shall see, won't we?" He gave her a small smile that made her feel warm. But as soon as he realised what he did, he turned straight away. She had an urge to stop him but didn't. he needed his space, she knew that.
She sat on the edge of the fountain. She ran he fingers through the water. She got up and left the Garden. As she climbed the stairs toward the dormitory, she thought she'd do some homework. When she opened the door, the first thing she saw was the hole. 'Shit... I forgot to repair it.' She thought. She whipped out her wand and muttered, "Repairo." She grabbed her books and went down the stairs. She took a look at the fireplace where they had mucked around the night before. She sighed sadly. Then she noticed the rose sitting on the coffee table. She walked swiftly towards it and picked it up gently. She smelt the rose. She shook her head before she went down Memory Lane.
She carried the rose all the way to the library. She carried it to her favourite spot in the Library and sat down. She place the rose in front of her and pulled out her books from her bag. For the whole time she spent at the Library doing work, she didn't notice a single petal fall off from the rose.
Draco's POV
That night, just before dinner started, Professor Dumbledore called up Hermione and Draco to announce the Winter Ball. They stood at the front while Professor McGonagall clinked on her goblet to get everyone's attention. Everyone fell silent. Dumbledore cleared his throat and said, "Tonight, The Head Boy and Girl have something special to tell you. Hermione, Draco, if you please."
Hermione cleared her throat. "As you all know, we," she gestured to herself and Draco, "have been planning the Winter Ball. The Ball will be held on Christmas and will be open to fourth years and above, unless you wish to invite a younger student." There was a shrill of giggles coming from none other than Lavender and Parvati. Hermione crossed her arms and waited for them to stop giggling, but they were oblivious to her glares.
Draco had always hated giggling girls, especially these two. He stepped forward and shouted, "Oi! Brown, Patil! Put a sock in it before I do it for you!" Many eyes turned to them. They blushed and shut up automatically. He walked back towards Hermione. she muttered a "Thank you," stiffly and he nodded.
"Anyway, it will start at 8 o'clock and finish at midnight in the Great Hall. Dress robes will be worn," she finished. She nudged him and he said, "Huh? Ah yeah...... We've have had special permission to let everyone, first years and up, will be allowed to go to Hogsmeade on New Year's Eve. There will be a special fireworks display at midnight," he said, "And if anyone is interested, the fireworks will be supplied by none other than the Weasley twins. The very same one from the year Umbridge came."
Many people laughed at the memory of the spectacular fireworks display. They walked back to their house tables surrounded by excited whispers. Draco sat between Goyle and Crabbe and watched Hermione sit in between Harry and Ron. They caught him staring at her and he looked away. He stabbed his food with his fork a number of times before leaning back and letting Goyle and Crabbe to fight over his plate of food. He left the table before the fight got to ugly.
He took a glimpse at the Gryffindor Table just before he walked out the door. Hermione wasn't there. He had a feeling she was in the dormitory, so he headed outside. He walked around the lake a few times before he felt like going back inside.
Hermione's POV
Hermione had invited Ginny back to her dormitory for a chat. No not invited, dragged her back to the dormitory. As soon as they sat down, Ginny said, "What's up? With you and Draco to be more specific." "Nothing!" she said, "When we started to get something, something happened!" "What did you do?" Ginny asked sadly, like she was half expecting it. "I didn't do anything!" wailed Hermione, "He found out that I still haven't said no to Viktor. He got majorly pissed and made a hole in my bedroom wall! What the hell am I supposed to do?" "Depends, if you don't wanna be with him, you go to Viktor and say yes. Vice versa," Ginny concluded. "I still haven't decided, how am I supposed to choose?"
"Well, think of it this way. Who is worth it? Who's worth all your effort? And do you love him enough? That's what you have to think about," said Ginny. Hermione stayed quiet. Ginny sighed and said, "Personally, I don't think Viktor is worth it. I mean if you put all of it on hold for him, he'll be too busy with Quidditch and stuff. And he would travel off to other countries without you, and how can you be sure he isn't going to cheat on you? I mean, look at all the celebrities in the world, they don't all have a perfect record."
Listening to Ginny's comment, that fact actually dawned on her. he'd probably never be around, with his carrer and all. She hugged her knees and stared into the fireplace. But if Viktor wasn't worth it, would Draco be worth it at all?
A/N: Sappy... yes I know..... sorry.....=( If you don 't like it... give me an idea, and I'll try and put it in. REVIEWS PLZ!!!