~Hey everyone! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while. Last weekend I doubt I was home for more than three hours! I was so busy, and I was once again piled in Homework during the week. But anyway . . . Here's the new chapter! I cried while writing this! Lol! It's because when I write I listen to music, and I was listening to "Hello" by Evansessence the whole time while I was writing. The music really gives the story a more dramatic edge. If you have the CD, or you download music, then you might want to try it! I hope you enjoy the chapter!
~Chapter 4~
Hermione got back to the common room that night with a dazed sort of smile on her face. She couldn't ever remember a time where she felt so perfectly peaceful. Harry, and Ron must have noticed this, because they abandoned their game of chess, and pulled Hermione over to the couches before she could get up to her dormitory.
"What are you so happy about?" Ron asked, in a slightly accusing tone. "Excuse me, Ron! How could I be so inconsiderate, as to not tell you every single thing that happens in my life?!" Hermione said snapping out of her joyful trance. "Woah, calm down Hermione." Said Harry. "Sorry Harry, I just didn't realize it was such a crime to be happy once in a while." Said Hermione, crossing her arms over her chest. "Ron just wants to know what's up." Harry said soothingly. "Nothing, I just happen to be in a good mood. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm tired." Hermione got up, but was stopped by Harry's hand catching her arm, and pulling her back. "Look, Hermione, we just wanted to say sorry about the whole Hospital Wing thing." Harry said, slightly rushed. Hermione paused "Wait, you're both sorry? Or just you Harry? Because strangely enough, I don't hear Ron saying anything."
Harry looked worryingly at Ron. He didn't want Ron to storm off again. He really wanted to work things out. He missed being with both of his two best friends all the time. Ron sighed and said, "I'm sorry" Harry hoped this would be good enough for Hermione. She might just dismiss it off, as being insincere, but fortunately Hermione smiled, and swooped down to give her friends hugs.
Hermione sat down between her two friends and smiled. "So where have you been all day?" Asked Harry, trying to get a conversation going. "Um . . . " Hermione started, thinking "Hospital Wing, Library, and with Draco . . . " Ron's eyes snapped to Hermione's face but he didn't say anything. Harry noticing this tension didn't press Hermione to elaborate. Instead he changed the subject.
An hour later Hermione closed the door to her dorm and looked around. Lavender, and Pavarti weren't there. Hermione crossed the room and sat on her bed, thinking. It was great being friends with Harry and Ron again. She didn't realize how much their absence had affected her. However the most significant thing that had happened that day, was her conversation with Draco.
He didn't really tell her anything special. He didn't tell her about his family problems, or about his friends. It was more of a "so . . . what did you do last summer?" conversation. Shy, but warm. Hermione was still hugely pleased by this. He was starting to feel a little more comfortable around her. She just needed to give him time. Hermione changed into her pajamas and crawled into bed. She picked her book up off the bedside table, and began to read until she fell asleep.
~*~*~*~*~
Draco rolled over and over in his bed, fighting his dreams. Images of cold, white, snow, flecked with red. People screaming. Not in a panicked way. In a much more terrifying way. Somehow, Draco knew these screams. Hopeless, tear filled screams. Screams that carried a person from life to death. This scene faded with one more sob and piercing scream from the unknown. Now he walked in a corridor, blood smeared all over the stone walls. It was Dark. The only light came from the small candles which lined the walls. The fire light flickered into shadows. It was cold. So cold. He could see his breath ahead of him. Echos of screams could be heard again, but where they came from he did not know. All he knew was that he was the only one who was still alive in this corridor. The firelight flickered and died. When he saw light again, he was outside. Nowhere he recognized. He could however, tell he was watching himself walking in a graveyard. It was fogged, and wind was blowing the rain hard into his face. But still he walked among the tombs. He seemed to walk forever until he collapsed upon a grave, and didn't move again.
Draco opened his eyes. It was morning. He sat up, pulled away the curtains that surrounded his bed, and saw Crabbe, and Goyle sitting on their beds, eating candy. Draco got up, changed into black slacks, a black button up shirt, put on his shined shoes, draped his cloak over himself, and walked out.
Draco walked aimlessly around the Hogwarts grounds. It was a dark morning, and it started to sprinkle, but he kept walking, thinking.
~*~*~*~*~
Hermione woke up coughing. "Oh sorry, Hermione" came Lavenders voice from behind her curtains. Hermione pulled back the curtains to see Lavender doing Pavarti's nails. "It's okay" Hermione replied. She was starting to feel dizzy from the fumes so she walked over to the window. It was raining, but she opened it anyway and took a huge breath. The air was crisp, and clean feeling. Hermione smiled, watching. The beautiful rain drops looked like glittering crystals falling from the sky. She reached out her arm, and let the cold drops fall on her hand. She looked out over the forest, and saw the trees swaying with the rain, and wind. Hermione loved this weather. It was so cool and calming. Peaceful, and beautiful. All the problems of the outside world washed away. She looked down and saw a tiny figure on the grounds. She didn't have to guess to know who that person was. The bright blonde hair was enough to give it away.
Without thinking Hermione ran out of the dorm, still in her pajamas, earning herself a confused look from Lavender, and Pavarti. Down the steps, out the portrait hole, through the castle, and out the huge oak front doors, Hermione ran. The water drenched her as she ran with no thought other than Draco in her head.
~*~*~*~*~
Draco heard the sound of feet crushing the damp grass, he turned his head to see a very wet Hermione running toward him. Her red silk pajamas were clinging to her body, and her soaked hair hung heavily on her shoulders. She came running at him with such speed that didn't suggest she was going to stop. He opened his arms to catch her, and Hermione went flying into him. With Hermione's body pressed against him, he felt something he had never felt before. Life. The felling that everything just might be okay. He loved the feeling, and didn't intend to let Hermione out of his arms for a long time.
~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile Pavarti, and Lavender were watching the scene from the girls dormitory window, frowns on their faces. Unable to stand the sight any longer, Pavarti went down to the common room. Lavender followed her. Harry, and Ron were in front of the fire talking, but looked up at Pavarti, and Lavender who had just entered the common room wearing nothing but panties, and tank tops. The whole room went quiet. Ron and Harry gaped, but neither of the girls seemed to notice, or care. "Would you mind telling us why Hermione is outside in the rain snogging Malfoy?" There was a sudden rush to the windows. Those who could not see, ran up to their dorms to look out their windows.
~*~*~*~*~
Draco took in Hermione's scent as he held her. Hermione stood there wrapped in Draco's strong arms. The two of them were completely oblivious to the fact that they were being watched by the whole of the angry, and stunned Gryffindor tower.
~Chapter 4~
Hermione got back to the common room that night with a dazed sort of smile on her face. She couldn't ever remember a time where she felt so perfectly peaceful. Harry, and Ron must have noticed this, because they abandoned their game of chess, and pulled Hermione over to the couches before she could get up to her dormitory.
"What are you so happy about?" Ron asked, in a slightly accusing tone. "Excuse me, Ron! How could I be so inconsiderate, as to not tell you every single thing that happens in my life?!" Hermione said snapping out of her joyful trance. "Woah, calm down Hermione." Said Harry. "Sorry Harry, I just didn't realize it was such a crime to be happy once in a while." Said Hermione, crossing her arms over her chest. "Ron just wants to know what's up." Harry said soothingly. "Nothing, I just happen to be in a good mood. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm tired." Hermione got up, but was stopped by Harry's hand catching her arm, and pulling her back. "Look, Hermione, we just wanted to say sorry about the whole Hospital Wing thing." Harry said, slightly rushed. Hermione paused "Wait, you're both sorry? Or just you Harry? Because strangely enough, I don't hear Ron saying anything."
Harry looked worryingly at Ron. He didn't want Ron to storm off again. He really wanted to work things out. He missed being with both of his two best friends all the time. Ron sighed and said, "I'm sorry" Harry hoped this would be good enough for Hermione. She might just dismiss it off, as being insincere, but fortunately Hermione smiled, and swooped down to give her friends hugs.
Hermione sat down between her two friends and smiled. "So where have you been all day?" Asked Harry, trying to get a conversation going. "Um . . . " Hermione started, thinking "Hospital Wing, Library, and with Draco . . . " Ron's eyes snapped to Hermione's face but he didn't say anything. Harry noticing this tension didn't press Hermione to elaborate. Instead he changed the subject.
An hour later Hermione closed the door to her dorm and looked around. Lavender, and Pavarti weren't there. Hermione crossed the room and sat on her bed, thinking. It was great being friends with Harry and Ron again. She didn't realize how much their absence had affected her. However the most significant thing that had happened that day, was her conversation with Draco.
He didn't really tell her anything special. He didn't tell her about his family problems, or about his friends. It was more of a "so . . . what did you do last summer?" conversation. Shy, but warm. Hermione was still hugely pleased by this. He was starting to feel a little more comfortable around her. She just needed to give him time. Hermione changed into her pajamas and crawled into bed. She picked her book up off the bedside table, and began to read until she fell asleep.
~*~*~*~*~
Draco rolled over and over in his bed, fighting his dreams. Images of cold, white, snow, flecked with red. People screaming. Not in a panicked way. In a much more terrifying way. Somehow, Draco knew these screams. Hopeless, tear filled screams. Screams that carried a person from life to death. This scene faded with one more sob and piercing scream from the unknown. Now he walked in a corridor, blood smeared all over the stone walls. It was Dark. The only light came from the small candles which lined the walls. The fire light flickered into shadows. It was cold. So cold. He could see his breath ahead of him. Echos of screams could be heard again, but where they came from he did not know. All he knew was that he was the only one who was still alive in this corridor. The firelight flickered and died. When he saw light again, he was outside. Nowhere he recognized. He could however, tell he was watching himself walking in a graveyard. It was fogged, and wind was blowing the rain hard into his face. But still he walked among the tombs. He seemed to walk forever until he collapsed upon a grave, and didn't move again.
Draco opened his eyes. It was morning. He sat up, pulled away the curtains that surrounded his bed, and saw Crabbe, and Goyle sitting on their beds, eating candy. Draco got up, changed into black slacks, a black button up shirt, put on his shined shoes, draped his cloak over himself, and walked out.
Draco walked aimlessly around the Hogwarts grounds. It was a dark morning, and it started to sprinkle, but he kept walking, thinking.
~*~*~*~*~
Hermione woke up coughing. "Oh sorry, Hermione" came Lavenders voice from behind her curtains. Hermione pulled back the curtains to see Lavender doing Pavarti's nails. "It's okay" Hermione replied. She was starting to feel dizzy from the fumes so she walked over to the window. It was raining, but she opened it anyway and took a huge breath. The air was crisp, and clean feeling. Hermione smiled, watching. The beautiful rain drops looked like glittering crystals falling from the sky. She reached out her arm, and let the cold drops fall on her hand. She looked out over the forest, and saw the trees swaying with the rain, and wind. Hermione loved this weather. It was so cool and calming. Peaceful, and beautiful. All the problems of the outside world washed away. She looked down and saw a tiny figure on the grounds. She didn't have to guess to know who that person was. The bright blonde hair was enough to give it away.
Without thinking Hermione ran out of the dorm, still in her pajamas, earning herself a confused look from Lavender, and Pavarti. Down the steps, out the portrait hole, through the castle, and out the huge oak front doors, Hermione ran. The water drenched her as she ran with no thought other than Draco in her head.
~*~*~*~*~
Draco heard the sound of feet crushing the damp grass, he turned his head to see a very wet Hermione running toward him. Her red silk pajamas were clinging to her body, and her soaked hair hung heavily on her shoulders. She came running at him with such speed that didn't suggest she was going to stop. He opened his arms to catch her, and Hermione went flying into him. With Hermione's body pressed against him, he felt something he had never felt before. Life. The felling that everything just might be okay. He loved the feeling, and didn't intend to let Hermione out of his arms for a long time.
~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile Pavarti, and Lavender were watching the scene from the girls dormitory window, frowns on their faces. Unable to stand the sight any longer, Pavarti went down to the common room. Lavender followed her. Harry, and Ron were in front of the fire talking, but looked up at Pavarti, and Lavender who had just entered the common room wearing nothing but panties, and tank tops. The whole room went quiet. Ron and Harry gaped, but neither of the girls seemed to notice, or care. "Would you mind telling us why Hermione is outside in the rain snogging Malfoy?" There was a sudden rush to the windows. Those who could not see, ran up to their dorms to look out their windows.
~*~*~*~*~
Draco took in Hermione's scent as he held her. Hermione stood there wrapped in Draco's strong arms. The two of them were completely oblivious to the fact that they were being watched by the whole of the angry, and stunned Gryffindor tower.