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Chapter 12
"Excuse me, can you go away now?" Draco asked, addressing the blonde girl as soon as Hermione walked into her room. The blonde shook her head furiously, and she leaned toward Draco, ready to give him another kiss. Draco was disgusted by this, so he yelled, "Stupefy!" and he soon dragged her into the Analagate Dormitory.
Draco sat on the couch, remaining still, thinking about nothing but the time Hermione and him spend together. They had laughter, they had romance, they had abashment, they had sadness, they had happiness, they had everything they want until the boy went into their story. He still couldn't believe that a person like Hermione, seems so pure, so naïve, so gracious, would be able to cheat on him and have no reactions. Well, she did have commotion that Draco didn't realize. He fell asleep on the couch have no one to share his misery but some beer.
Sunlight streamed through the window, shone on Draco's pale skin. He woke up suddenly, finding himself in a foul mood. Draco decided to take a quick shower, getting rid of the smell of the alcohol. He soon walked up to his bedroom, but he hesitated to open the door. His mind is having a great conflict…
Who the hell cares? She doesn't like me, I wouldn't like her. I need to shower anyway. A devil Draco spat.
How do you know, Devildraco? Did you give Hermione any chance, maybe it's just a mistake. The angel Draco spoke lightly.
Someone like her should never exist. She played with Draco's love then she tossed him away like a pile of garbage. The devil fought back.
How would you explain the fact that she explained everything to you? The angel spoke sarcastically.
Just open the door, Draco! You need to take a shower!
Open the door and listen to what you fiancée has to say.
Anyway, Draco open the door at last. To his bewilderment, he found nothing on the bed but a blanket, two pillows, and a curled parchment. He instinctively walked toward the purple bed, and with the shiver of his hand, he picked it parchment up.
Grass is greener on the other side of the mountain. It read. Draco was confused about this saying, but soon he realized the definition of this short sentence. Hermione had left Draco. Hermione wants Draco to forget her. Hermione is going to be… Draco's mind went blank as he turn his head, found the curtain blowing up by the warm breeze of September. The window was open…
Suddenly, Professor Lavassaras's voice echoed in the dorm, "Mister Malfoy, are you there? I need you to find Professor Jeankingly and Heatherson right now. Hermione is in trouble, I'm helping, and you need a lot of assistance from Jeankingly and Heatherson, too. Quick!!" Draco soon followed the headmaster's order, he jerked the dormitory door open, and ran straight toward the Feathered Hat, not bothering to close the Hearts' portrait. Draco muttered the password Jeankingly told him and walked into, where he found Jeankingly and Heatherson on a red bed, kissing each other passionately. The young professors turned toward the door as soon as they heard the noise.
"Draco, what are you doing here?" Jeankingly asked demandingly, his face obviously blushed.
"No time to explain now, Professors, can you please follow me?" Draco panted heavily as the adults threw on their clothes. They soon followed Draco down the spiral staircases, since it's still early in the morning, no student is up yet, which made trip much easier.
They soon arrived at in front of the Analagate tower, where Draco found a familiar figure laying in a pool of blood. Draco soon recognized this figure, it was Hermione, her curly hair, her angelic face, everything is the same but her skin is very pale. The head master was crouching near the hurt girl, she gesture the assistants to come forward.
How did this happen? Hermione, I don't care if you liked any other boy, please don't be dead, please…… Draco thought to himself bitterly as he asked the headmaster a question, "Is…is Hermione dead?"
"I don't know, she's not breathing right now. We need to Apparate to St. Mungos as soon as we can!!" The grey haired headmaster said with very much anxiousity. So Apparate they did, they soon arrived at a marble floored room, with a lot of Mediwitches walking to see the patience. Jeankingly soon brought Hermione to the main doctor. Draco couldn't hear what they are talking about, he just saw a Mediwitch conjured Hermione onto a patient's bed.
"Mister Malfoy," The headmaster spoke, "Would you kindly stay here and look after Hermione, Heatherson, Jeankingly and I still have school business to work on." Draco soon nodded his head silently, "Now it's six in the morning, if she doesn't wake up till tomorrow dawn, her life is… going to end. Her life is in a strand right now and she really need a lot of cares."
Chapter 12
"Excuse me, can you go away now?" Draco asked, addressing the blonde girl as soon as Hermione walked into her room. The blonde shook her head furiously, and she leaned toward Draco, ready to give him another kiss. Draco was disgusted by this, so he yelled, "Stupefy!" and he soon dragged her into the Analagate Dormitory.
Draco sat on the couch, remaining still, thinking about nothing but the time Hermione and him spend together. They had laughter, they had romance, they had abashment, they had sadness, they had happiness, they had everything they want until the boy went into their story. He still couldn't believe that a person like Hermione, seems so pure, so naïve, so gracious, would be able to cheat on him and have no reactions. Well, she did have commotion that Draco didn't realize. He fell asleep on the couch have no one to share his misery but some beer.
Sunlight streamed through the window, shone on Draco's pale skin. He woke up suddenly, finding himself in a foul mood. Draco decided to take a quick shower, getting rid of the smell of the alcohol. He soon walked up to his bedroom, but he hesitated to open the door. His mind is having a great conflict…
Who the hell cares? She doesn't like me, I wouldn't like her. I need to shower anyway. A devil Draco spat.
How do you know, Devildraco? Did you give Hermione any chance, maybe it's just a mistake. The angel Draco spoke lightly.
Someone like her should never exist. She played with Draco's love then she tossed him away like a pile of garbage. The devil fought back.
How would you explain the fact that she explained everything to you? The angel spoke sarcastically.
Just open the door, Draco! You need to take a shower!
Open the door and listen to what you fiancée has to say.
Anyway, Draco open the door at last. To his bewilderment, he found nothing on the bed but a blanket, two pillows, and a curled parchment. He instinctively walked toward the purple bed, and with the shiver of his hand, he picked it parchment up.
Grass is greener on the other side of the mountain. It read. Draco was confused about this saying, but soon he realized the definition of this short sentence. Hermione had left Draco. Hermione wants Draco to forget her. Hermione is going to be… Draco's mind went blank as he turn his head, found the curtain blowing up by the warm breeze of September. The window was open…
Suddenly, Professor Lavassaras's voice echoed in the dorm, "Mister Malfoy, are you there? I need you to find Professor Jeankingly and Heatherson right now. Hermione is in trouble, I'm helping, and you need a lot of assistance from Jeankingly and Heatherson, too. Quick!!" Draco soon followed the headmaster's order, he jerked the dormitory door open, and ran straight toward the Feathered Hat, not bothering to close the Hearts' portrait. Draco muttered the password Jeankingly told him and walked into, where he found Jeankingly and Heatherson on a red bed, kissing each other passionately. The young professors turned toward the door as soon as they heard the noise.
"Draco, what are you doing here?" Jeankingly asked demandingly, his face obviously blushed.
"No time to explain now, Professors, can you please follow me?" Draco panted heavily as the adults threw on their clothes. They soon followed Draco down the spiral staircases, since it's still early in the morning, no student is up yet, which made trip much easier.
They soon arrived at in front of the Analagate tower, where Draco found a familiar figure laying in a pool of blood. Draco soon recognized this figure, it was Hermione, her curly hair, her angelic face, everything is the same but her skin is very pale. The head master was crouching near the hurt girl, she gesture the assistants to come forward.
How did this happen? Hermione, I don't care if you liked any other boy, please don't be dead, please…… Draco thought to himself bitterly as he asked the headmaster a question, "Is…is Hermione dead?"
"I don't know, she's not breathing right now. We need to Apparate to St. Mungos as soon as we can!!" The grey haired headmaster said with very much anxiousity. So Apparate they did, they soon arrived at a marble floored room, with a lot of Mediwitches walking to see the patience. Jeankingly soon brought Hermione to the main doctor. Draco couldn't hear what they are talking about, he just saw a Mediwitch conjured Hermione onto a patient's bed.
"Mister Malfoy," The headmaster spoke, "Would you kindly stay here and look after Hermione, Heatherson, Jeankingly and I still have school business to work on." Draco soon nodded his head silently, "Now it's six in the morning, if she doesn't wake up till tomorrow dawn, her life is… going to end. Her life is in a strand right now and she really need a lot of cares."