Here's the new chapter! Hope you like! R&R.
~5~
When they finally broke apart, Hermione's eyes were sparkling. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Yeah...yeah, I'm great" Draco replied with difficulty. "I just thought I'd go for a walk this morning." Hermione smiled. As she looked in Draco's eyes, she noticed that the cold hardness they used to feature was missing. It was now a sort of misty cloud that Hermione could not interpret. "Well, do you mind if I join you? It's really beautiful this morning." Hermione said. "Yeah, sure" Draco answered thinking that the morning was not the only thing that was beautiful.
They walked together for sometime without speaking. Draco stole sideways glances at Hermione as the walked. He suddenly realized that she was barefoot, and only in pajamas. "Hermione?" "Hmm?" "Aren't you cold?" They stopped walking, as Hermione looked down at herself and giggled. "I suppose I do look stupid don't I?" "No, no, you look fine...it's just that you must be freezing." Hermione giggled again, the fact that she was walking with Draco Malfoy wearing soaked pajamas struck her as funny. Remembering that Draco was still waiting for an answer, she thought. Was she cold? Either she had amazing heating powers, or she had gone numb, because she wasn't cold at all. "Nope, I'm fine thanks Draco." She smiled at him and started walking again.
Draco watched Hermione as she started walking. God, she was so beautiful. Her lovely *slightly weighed down* auburn curls, and the deep red silk of her pajamas both very strangely allured him to her. He walked up to her and wrapped her in his cloak, so that they were both walking together in one cloak.
It felt so natural to Hermione that she didn't even notice until she felt Draco wrap one of his arms around her waist. She leaned her head on his shoulder in reply.
For some reason this surprised Draco, but he kept walking. With Hermione so close to him, it only made the rain more beautiful. They stopped when they reached the lake. The watched the rain break the usually still surface of the water. Draco felt that one hundred pounds had been lifted of his heart. He turned Hermione around to face him, and stared into her eyes. Their lips met.
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*This is supposed to be taking place just after Pavarti and Lavender made their announcement. So it's before the kiss...Just FYI. I didn't know how to put it*
Harry and Ron (along with all the other Gryffindor's stared at the two figures down on the grounds, until they walked out of sight from the tower window. "So?!" asked Lavender. "What's going on Harry?! Why are they kissing? They're not...not going out, are they?" "They'd better not be!" Ron answered for Harry, who was still staring blankly out the window. "It does not look like they're kissing" Ginny put in. Pavarti turned her gaze to Ginny, her eyes narrowing. "And how do you know that?" she asked crossly. Ginny knew she shouldn't be sticking up for Hermione, but she wanted to hear Hermione's explanation before she went accusing her of things. Hermione was always so nice to her, she deserved to be treated fairly as well. "How do you know they are?!" Ginny shot back just as cold.
Ignoring the disbelieving feeling he got from his sister's words (how could she be sticking up for Hermione?) He dragged Harry out of the common room. He was going to find out for himself.
When they went back to looking at the lake Draco held Hermione more tightly. The sound of the rain seemed to be getting harder. But fall didn't seem to be getting heavier. Hermione and Draco turned their heads to see two figures sprinting towards them. Hermione felt her stomach drop when she realized who it was.
"Hermione...what....the...fuck.." Panted Ron "Do..you...think you're doing!?" 'This is getting ridiculous' thought Hermione. 'Why am I not allowed to do what I want?' "What does it look like?" Ron sputtered, grabbed Hermione's arm, and dragged her into the entrance hall, leaving Draco by the lake.
Once inside Ron turned to Hermione, and seemed ready to let his anger fall full force on her, but Harry cut in. "Hermione, why don't you go upstairs and change for breakfast? We'll talk later?" Hermione couldn't believe this. Her whole time at Hogwarts she let Ron and Harry tell her what to do. She wouldn't let them anymore. Draco gave her something Ron and Harry couldn't. It was more than friendship. She turned on her heel and made for Gryfinndor Tower without a word.
Draco stared at the lake, looking at his breath. Hey, his breath was doing it, why not? He pulled out a cigaret and lit it. He put a vanishing charm on the cigaret so that anyone peering out their window would just see Draco breathing, and raising his hand to his mouth to blow on it and make it warm. He was bound to get in trouble if he was seen smoking. Right now he just needed time to think.
Hermione had come to him. Offered to walk with him. And in the past few days...almost die for him, then try to help him. This was very strange. She had never shown this much interest in him before, why now? Perhaps this was a scheme of hers and her other two Gryfindor prat friends? Well, if it was, they were all good actors. Maybe Hermione was just deadly attracted to the depressed suicidal type? Or maybe, (Draco felt a stab in his heart, though he wasn't sure why) maybe she just felt sorry for him. That was definitely not what he wanted. Pity was just about the most stupid emotion Draco could think of. The only time his father had ever taught him to feel pity was when you were torturing a mudblood. Of course the pity came after you killed them and you saw their unrecongnisable dismembered bodies on the ground before you. And then the only pity was for the fact that they had to be such a pointless form of life that you had to go kill them.
Draco felt another stab. His father. Well, he guessed, he wasn't his father anymore, as he had been disowned the previous day. It was a weird thought. A weird feeling, not being a Malfoy anymore. He really didn't know who he was anymore. He had always based everything he did, and said on the fact that he was a Malfoy. That he had to uphold the family honor, and keep his father's reputation. Now he didn't have to do that anymore, and he didn't quite know how to act. He supposed he could still be the nasty evil git he always was...but then he couldn't talk to Hermione anymore...Draco was yanked out of his thoughts by a thunder bolt. He decided it was time to go back inside.
When Hermione entered the common room, heads turned to glare at her. Ginny went to pull Hermione into her dorm, but was beaten to her by Pavarti and Lavender. Ginny followed them up the stair case.
Hermione was surprised to find her self thrown onto her bed then faced with two angry looking girls. "Hermione, what the fuck were you doing with Malfoy!?" asked Lavender "And tell us the truth!" put in Pavarti. "I wasn't doing anything." Hermione replied defiantly. "You think you're the only one who can see out of the damn window?!" Asked Pavarti, her voice rising "We saw you with him! Don't try to make shit up!" "Nothing!" Hermione said "I just wanted to walk with him." "WANTED TO WALK WITH HIM??!!" Screamed Lavender. "Hermione! Do you know how many times that fucking bastard has called me a mudblood? Fuck! Do you know how many times he's called you a mudblood!"
"Would you guys just leave her alone?" Ginny's voice came from the door. Pavarti and Lavender whipped around to see where the voice had come from. On seeing Ginny they turned back to give Hermione a murderous stare before marching out of the room.
Hermione was about to thank Ginny before she turned and left as well. 'What is going on!?' Hermione thought 'It's a fucking conspiracy.'
Hermione sat alone for a while deciding that she could either go down to breakfast, or sit up here, hide, and starve at the same time. Thinking that she liked the first option much better she changed out of her now very uncomfortable pajama's and went down to the great hall.
As she walked through the double doors she was glad for the fact that the whole school wore black. She didn't feel so singled out. However, as she reached the Gryfinndor table the blending in feeling vanished as Hermione spotted every resentful gaze. Looking down the table, Hermione noticed that Harry and Ron were not there. She shrugged to herself, wondering if she really actually cared anymore, and sat down. She chanced a look at the Slytherin table across the hall and noticed that a blonde haired someone was missing. No sooner had Hermione registered this thought in her head than the doors to the hall burst open again, and a 5th year boy yelled "FIGHT! On the grounds!!! Two Gryfindor against a Slytherin!!" The scraping sound that followed this announcement tortured Hermione. Everyone had left their seats and was running as though in riot to the place stated by the boy.
Hermione didn't want to know who the fight was between, but she felt she already knew.
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I realize my writting has reached an all time shitty low, but I'm so piled in homework you cannot believe! I'm so pressed for time that I hardly have time to think my story through. Anyway, I'm just going to reply to a couple reviews. Feel free to ask question in your reviews!
cash~ You asked if this was more PG 13.
Yeah I can see what you're saying, but having it be R leaves room for my potty mouth, and freedom if I decide to be naughty in later chapters. *coughcough*
Okay that was answering one reply! Oh well. Okay just to all my readers: I was going to put this in the story later on, but I don't want people to get impatient with me.
Please do not think that Draco is OOC. I mean, he is, but being suicidal, and being disowned is going to change everyone's personality, Draco or not. Get where I'm coming from? Also SORRY!!! For making him cry so much! He's just a little lost right now. And as being different when he's with Hermione; he kind of goes in a different mood when Hermione's there. Yah, I wasn't really good at showing that in my writing...but now you know! Anyway. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. R&R please!
~5~
When they finally broke apart, Hermione's eyes were sparkling. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Yeah...yeah, I'm great" Draco replied with difficulty. "I just thought I'd go for a walk this morning." Hermione smiled. As she looked in Draco's eyes, she noticed that the cold hardness they used to feature was missing. It was now a sort of misty cloud that Hermione could not interpret. "Well, do you mind if I join you? It's really beautiful this morning." Hermione said. "Yeah, sure" Draco answered thinking that the morning was not the only thing that was beautiful.
They walked together for sometime without speaking. Draco stole sideways glances at Hermione as the walked. He suddenly realized that she was barefoot, and only in pajamas. "Hermione?" "Hmm?" "Aren't you cold?" They stopped walking, as Hermione looked down at herself and giggled. "I suppose I do look stupid don't I?" "No, no, you look fine...it's just that you must be freezing." Hermione giggled again, the fact that she was walking with Draco Malfoy wearing soaked pajamas struck her as funny. Remembering that Draco was still waiting for an answer, she thought. Was she cold? Either she had amazing heating powers, or she had gone numb, because she wasn't cold at all. "Nope, I'm fine thanks Draco." She smiled at him and started walking again.
Draco watched Hermione as she started walking. God, she was so beautiful. Her lovely *slightly weighed down* auburn curls, and the deep red silk of her pajamas both very strangely allured him to her. He walked up to her and wrapped her in his cloak, so that they were both walking together in one cloak.
It felt so natural to Hermione that she didn't even notice until she felt Draco wrap one of his arms around her waist. She leaned her head on his shoulder in reply.
For some reason this surprised Draco, but he kept walking. With Hermione so close to him, it only made the rain more beautiful. They stopped when they reached the lake. The watched the rain break the usually still surface of the water. Draco felt that one hundred pounds had been lifted of his heart. He turned Hermione around to face him, and stared into her eyes. Their lips met.
~*~*~*~*~
*This is supposed to be taking place just after Pavarti and Lavender made their announcement. So it's before the kiss...Just FYI. I didn't know how to put it*
Harry and Ron (along with all the other Gryffindor's stared at the two figures down on the grounds, until they walked out of sight from the tower window. "So?!" asked Lavender. "What's going on Harry?! Why are they kissing? They're not...not going out, are they?" "They'd better not be!" Ron answered for Harry, who was still staring blankly out the window. "It does not look like they're kissing" Ginny put in. Pavarti turned her gaze to Ginny, her eyes narrowing. "And how do you know that?" she asked crossly. Ginny knew she shouldn't be sticking up for Hermione, but she wanted to hear Hermione's explanation before she went accusing her of things. Hermione was always so nice to her, she deserved to be treated fairly as well. "How do you know they are?!" Ginny shot back just as cold.
Ignoring the disbelieving feeling he got from his sister's words (how could she be sticking up for Hermione?) He dragged Harry out of the common room. He was going to find out for himself.
When they went back to looking at the lake Draco held Hermione more tightly. The sound of the rain seemed to be getting harder. But fall didn't seem to be getting heavier. Hermione and Draco turned their heads to see two figures sprinting towards them. Hermione felt her stomach drop when she realized who it was.
"Hermione...what....the...fuck.." Panted Ron "Do..you...think you're doing!?" 'This is getting ridiculous' thought Hermione. 'Why am I not allowed to do what I want?' "What does it look like?" Ron sputtered, grabbed Hermione's arm, and dragged her into the entrance hall, leaving Draco by the lake.
Once inside Ron turned to Hermione, and seemed ready to let his anger fall full force on her, but Harry cut in. "Hermione, why don't you go upstairs and change for breakfast? We'll talk later?" Hermione couldn't believe this. Her whole time at Hogwarts she let Ron and Harry tell her what to do. She wouldn't let them anymore. Draco gave her something Ron and Harry couldn't. It was more than friendship. She turned on her heel and made for Gryfinndor Tower without a word.
Draco stared at the lake, looking at his breath. Hey, his breath was doing it, why not? He pulled out a cigaret and lit it. He put a vanishing charm on the cigaret so that anyone peering out their window would just see Draco breathing, and raising his hand to his mouth to blow on it and make it warm. He was bound to get in trouble if he was seen smoking. Right now he just needed time to think.
Hermione had come to him. Offered to walk with him. And in the past few days...almost die for him, then try to help him. This was very strange. She had never shown this much interest in him before, why now? Perhaps this was a scheme of hers and her other two Gryfindor prat friends? Well, if it was, they were all good actors. Maybe Hermione was just deadly attracted to the depressed suicidal type? Or maybe, (Draco felt a stab in his heart, though he wasn't sure why) maybe she just felt sorry for him. That was definitely not what he wanted. Pity was just about the most stupid emotion Draco could think of. The only time his father had ever taught him to feel pity was when you were torturing a mudblood. Of course the pity came after you killed them and you saw their unrecongnisable dismembered bodies on the ground before you. And then the only pity was for the fact that they had to be such a pointless form of life that you had to go kill them.
Draco felt another stab. His father. Well, he guessed, he wasn't his father anymore, as he had been disowned the previous day. It was a weird thought. A weird feeling, not being a Malfoy anymore. He really didn't know who he was anymore. He had always based everything he did, and said on the fact that he was a Malfoy. That he had to uphold the family honor, and keep his father's reputation. Now he didn't have to do that anymore, and he didn't quite know how to act. He supposed he could still be the nasty evil git he always was...but then he couldn't talk to Hermione anymore...Draco was yanked out of his thoughts by a thunder bolt. He decided it was time to go back inside.
When Hermione entered the common room, heads turned to glare at her. Ginny went to pull Hermione into her dorm, but was beaten to her by Pavarti and Lavender. Ginny followed them up the stair case.
Hermione was surprised to find her self thrown onto her bed then faced with two angry looking girls. "Hermione, what the fuck were you doing with Malfoy!?" asked Lavender "And tell us the truth!" put in Pavarti. "I wasn't doing anything." Hermione replied defiantly. "You think you're the only one who can see out of the damn window?!" Asked Pavarti, her voice rising "We saw you with him! Don't try to make shit up!" "Nothing!" Hermione said "I just wanted to walk with him." "WANTED TO WALK WITH HIM??!!" Screamed Lavender. "Hermione! Do you know how many times that fucking bastard has called me a mudblood? Fuck! Do you know how many times he's called you a mudblood!"
"Would you guys just leave her alone?" Ginny's voice came from the door. Pavarti and Lavender whipped around to see where the voice had come from. On seeing Ginny they turned back to give Hermione a murderous stare before marching out of the room.
Hermione was about to thank Ginny before she turned and left as well. 'What is going on!?' Hermione thought 'It's a fucking conspiracy.'
Hermione sat alone for a while deciding that she could either go down to breakfast, or sit up here, hide, and starve at the same time. Thinking that she liked the first option much better she changed out of her now very uncomfortable pajama's and went down to the great hall.
As she walked through the double doors she was glad for the fact that the whole school wore black. She didn't feel so singled out. However, as she reached the Gryfinndor table the blending in feeling vanished as Hermione spotted every resentful gaze. Looking down the table, Hermione noticed that Harry and Ron were not there. She shrugged to herself, wondering if she really actually cared anymore, and sat down. She chanced a look at the Slytherin table across the hall and noticed that a blonde haired someone was missing. No sooner had Hermione registered this thought in her head than the doors to the hall burst open again, and a 5th year boy yelled "FIGHT! On the grounds!!! Two Gryfindor against a Slytherin!!" The scraping sound that followed this announcement tortured Hermione. Everyone had left their seats and was running as though in riot to the place stated by the boy.
Hermione didn't want to know who the fight was between, but she felt she already knew.
~*~*~*~*~
I realize my writting has reached an all time shitty low, but I'm so piled in homework you cannot believe! I'm so pressed for time that I hardly have time to think my story through. Anyway, I'm just going to reply to a couple reviews. Feel free to ask question in your reviews!
cash~ You asked if this was more PG 13.
Yeah I can see what you're saying, but having it be R leaves room for my potty mouth, and freedom if I decide to be naughty in later chapters. *coughcough*
Okay that was answering one reply! Oh well. Okay just to all my readers: I was going to put this in the story later on, but I don't want people to get impatient with me.
Please do not think that Draco is OOC. I mean, he is, but being suicidal, and being disowned is going to change everyone's personality, Draco or not. Get where I'm coming from? Also SORRY!!! For making him cry so much! He's just a little lost right now. And as being different when he's with Hermione; he kind of goes in a different mood when Hermione's there. Yah, I wasn't really good at showing that in my writing...but now you know! Anyway. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. R&R please!