Chapter Three: A life of Secrets
Hermione knew that the howler would explode in her hands if she didn't open it. So she did and automatically said the charm "Placidus!" She was rather amazed at how well it worked.
"Go Draco, I guess it was his back too he was covering." She said with a slight grin. "I guess we are in the same boat now."
As she listened to the ranting of the whole Weasley family and Harry shouting at her to get over to the Burrow immediately or they'd send someone to get her, she looked over near her bed at the picture of Malfoy she drew. She changed it a bit, making his eyes more Dragon-ish and giving him a warm look to, the one she saw yesterday while she was trapped in his gaze.
It was really amazing that he had noticed it yesterday, she was after all on the second level of her house. But one thing nagged her, why had he even cared of what she was drawing? I guess when someone you hate is drawing you that there is something wrong. That must be it.
Hermione sat down and caught her breath, and drank some water. It was amazing how fast she ran home, I guess fear does that to you, she thought. "And for someone so sure of your self your are saying a lot of 'I guesses' today aren't you Granger?" she said warningly to herself. "you don't need to go and lose touch with what you know now, especially when Malfoy is around."
"But that's what happens when your life is made up of secrets." She laughed at her self. "And talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity." She said quoting Doreen's favorite saying, and immediately starting thinking on what was going on at the courts. "Poor, Draco, I sure wouldn't want to be in his shoes right now."
Looking up at Hedwig she smiled "And you should know better then coming out in broad day light! Especially with a howler attached to you!" she got up and poured some of her water into a dish for the white owl along with food in another. "You're staying here until tonight, you got that Hedwig? I need to reply to Harry." And she went back down stairs and headed out to the courts again.
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"Where did Hermione go, Draco?" Doreen asked sweetly as she could after Hermione ran off to her house. But Draco, from doing the same thing his entire life, knew she was trying to get him to make a mistake, and slip some information she wants out. He wasn't falling for it.
"She forgot something she needed to do, like feeding her cat or something, she didn't tell me. But she did say that she'd be right back and that we aren't going to forfeit the game." Draco drawled off his tongue as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Hum." Doreen could find anything wrong with this. "Tell me Draco, there are some thing's Hermione keeps from us, could you answer a few of them for us?"
"Why? For such good friends Granger claims you are, you sure aren't trusting are you?"
"Yes, like that, why do you keep calling her Granger? You know her right? So why use her last name?"
"I despise her of course." Draco noticed instantly how they never answered his question. But it was made up for as he saw the shock and realization cross their faces.
"Well, that explains why she didn't want to play with you." Rachael stated.
"Yeah, well, I was board and I'm kind of glad there's something for me to do." He said simply.
"Tell me Draco, is Malfoy your last name, or an insult?" Doreen stated completely honestly, with out a trace of hatred in her voice. She was curious. Though she never meant to hurt his pride, she did a good job of it .
"My last name that you very much." He hissed like Snape would have in his situation. Draco's eyes narrowed and turned into ice.
"Well sorryyyyyyyyy. How was I supposed to know? You never told me your full name, and with you two shouting at each other in a different language apparently, what was I to think?" Doreen turned cold. " would you mind telling me what Mudblood means? or perhaps death eater? Or maybe pureblood? Hum? Then I might be able to understand you when you talk."
"Oh stop it you two." Rachael stepped between them. "Sorry Draco. It's just we hardly ever see Mione any more. She leaves for school, and then she sometimes never comes out for summer. We are afraid we are losing touch with our best friend. We ask her about what she does at school, so we might get some idea about how she's changed. But she won't tell us more then that she has two friends and great teachers. When she doesn't come back for summer, her mom and dad say that she's staying at a friends for the summer." She was almost in tears. "Then when we ask her she says that she had to do something. Last summer when she came home she was near tears. We asked her about it but she wouldn't say anything. Then she spent most of the summer in her room studying she says. Then she leaves again for her friends.
"We are losing our best friend here Draco. And you, even as her enemy as you claim, you know her far better then we do. You know why she smiles, why she cries, what she likes doing, her hobbies, her interests, weather she has a boy friend, all the teachers she hates and loves. You know more as her enemy then we do as her friends, can you see why we are worried for her? she won't tell us anything any more." She had calmed down a bit, but even still Doreen put her arm around her and comforted her.
"That's why we ask questions, Draco. What's the big secret in her life? Why can't she tell the two biggest friends she's ever had them? She used to trust us you know." Her eyes darkened. "Every weekend we'd go over to her house and discuss school, and she's show us her picture diary. We'd laugh at her drawings until they got to artist level. She draws what she sees, everything she wants to remember for ever.
"Since she went off to that school, we haven't seen a single one anymore. She wont show us them. She keeps saying 'one day I'll show you' but I have a feeling the day will never come." She looked up at him "So will you please tell us what is going on with our Mione? Why wont she tell us anything any more?"
Draco was lost for words. Never had he imagined mudbloods having to keep so much from their friends. Their family knew of course, they had to, but friends weren't allowed to know. Draco looked down at his feet, lost for words but something came out. "she that's why she was drawing me, yesterday." He muttered. The two girls looked at him oddly.
"Will you answer our questions Draco?"
"No, I will definitely not answer them. But I will tell you one thing, Hermione and I don't go to St. Johns, forgive her for lying to you, but she had to, no choice in the matter." He shook his head. "her two best friends she was telling you about are named Harry Potter and Ronald Weasely. They are never seen apart in school, the "dream team" their dubbed." He smirked. "I'm Harry's best enemy, making Hermione mine too. And no, I will not tell you where we go to school, just trust that Hermione goes to one in the country."
They nodded. But both still looked skeptical. "Why can't you tell us any of this? What is the big secret Draco?"
Thinking about Voldemort, and all the death eaters have done, all he has done.Draco shook his head. "Trust me. You don't want to know."
"So, you too have to lead a life full of lies and secrets?"
"No, not really, I have it better then Hermione. At least I have some people I can talk to." Draco looked at then and turned cold. "Don't you dare tell you I told you any of this or she'll have my head. Instead just stop giving her the third degree."
"Has it bothered her that much?" Rachael looked up at him, almost scared, like there was some mysterious essence around him that he saw around Hermione, a sense of power that she couldn't explain.
"Think about it. You had to keep something from someone, and they continually bugged you about it, how would you feel?"
"I see."
"HAY!" and they all turned to see Hermione happily running toward them. At that instant all of their expressions changed, the two girls acted like nothing had happened, and Draco turned cold again.
"Well, why are you three standing around for? Don't we have a game to finish?"
"Yeah!" and Rachael and Doreen ran over and Draco grabbed the ball and began to serve again.
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AN: Sorry this one is so short, but I had to say some things in here. Also I found it hard to continue from this point so I decided to stop and post it for you all to read.
ALL PLEASE NOTE BEFORE CONTINUING!
Semper Odimus Eosdem Quos Amamus.
We always hate the very ones we love.
This is what drives my writings. I hope you enjoy my story, Keep reading and checking in I'll try to update as much as possible!
Hermione knew that the howler would explode in her hands if she didn't open it. So she did and automatically said the charm "Placidus!" She was rather amazed at how well it worked.
"Go Draco, I guess it was his back too he was covering." She said with a slight grin. "I guess we are in the same boat now."
As she listened to the ranting of the whole Weasley family and Harry shouting at her to get over to the Burrow immediately or they'd send someone to get her, she looked over near her bed at the picture of Malfoy she drew. She changed it a bit, making his eyes more Dragon-ish and giving him a warm look to, the one she saw yesterday while she was trapped in his gaze.
It was really amazing that he had noticed it yesterday, she was after all on the second level of her house. But one thing nagged her, why had he even cared of what she was drawing? I guess when someone you hate is drawing you that there is something wrong. That must be it.
Hermione sat down and caught her breath, and drank some water. It was amazing how fast she ran home, I guess fear does that to you, she thought. "And for someone so sure of your self your are saying a lot of 'I guesses' today aren't you Granger?" she said warningly to herself. "you don't need to go and lose touch with what you know now, especially when Malfoy is around."
"But that's what happens when your life is made up of secrets." She laughed at her self. "And talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity." She said quoting Doreen's favorite saying, and immediately starting thinking on what was going on at the courts. "Poor, Draco, I sure wouldn't want to be in his shoes right now."
Looking up at Hedwig she smiled "And you should know better then coming out in broad day light! Especially with a howler attached to you!" she got up and poured some of her water into a dish for the white owl along with food in another. "You're staying here until tonight, you got that Hedwig? I need to reply to Harry." And she went back down stairs and headed out to the courts again.
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"Where did Hermione go, Draco?" Doreen asked sweetly as she could after Hermione ran off to her house. But Draco, from doing the same thing his entire life, knew she was trying to get him to make a mistake, and slip some information she wants out. He wasn't falling for it.
"She forgot something she needed to do, like feeding her cat or something, she didn't tell me. But she did say that she'd be right back and that we aren't going to forfeit the game." Draco drawled off his tongue as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Hum." Doreen could find anything wrong with this. "Tell me Draco, there are some thing's Hermione keeps from us, could you answer a few of them for us?"
"Why? For such good friends Granger claims you are, you sure aren't trusting are you?"
"Yes, like that, why do you keep calling her Granger? You know her right? So why use her last name?"
"I despise her of course." Draco noticed instantly how they never answered his question. But it was made up for as he saw the shock and realization cross their faces.
"Well, that explains why she didn't want to play with you." Rachael stated.
"Yeah, well, I was board and I'm kind of glad there's something for me to do." He said simply.
"Tell me Draco, is Malfoy your last name, or an insult?" Doreen stated completely honestly, with out a trace of hatred in her voice. She was curious. Though she never meant to hurt his pride, she did a good job of it .
"My last name that you very much." He hissed like Snape would have in his situation. Draco's eyes narrowed and turned into ice.
"Well sorryyyyyyyyy. How was I supposed to know? You never told me your full name, and with you two shouting at each other in a different language apparently, what was I to think?" Doreen turned cold. " would you mind telling me what Mudblood means? or perhaps death eater? Or maybe pureblood? Hum? Then I might be able to understand you when you talk."
"Oh stop it you two." Rachael stepped between them. "Sorry Draco. It's just we hardly ever see Mione any more. She leaves for school, and then she sometimes never comes out for summer. We are afraid we are losing touch with our best friend. We ask her about what she does at school, so we might get some idea about how she's changed. But she won't tell us more then that she has two friends and great teachers. When she doesn't come back for summer, her mom and dad say that she's staying at a friends for the summer." She was almost in tears. "Then when we ask her she says that she had to do something. Last summer when she came home she was near tears. We asked her about it but she wouldn't say anything. Then she spent most of the summer in her room studying she says. Then she leaves again for her friends.
"We are losing our best friend here Draco. And you, even as her enemy as you claim, you know her far better then we do. You know why she smiles, why she cries, what she likes doing, her hobbies, her interests, weather she has a boy friend, all the teachers she hates and loves. You know more as her enemy then we do as her friends, can you see why we are worried for her? she won't tell us anything any more." She had calmed down a bit, but even still Doreen put her arm around her and comforted her.
"That's why we ask questions, Draco. What's the big secret in her life? Why can't she tell the two biggest friends she's ever had them? She used to trust us you know." Her eyes darkened. "Every weekend we'd go over to her house and discuss school, and she's show us her picture diary. We'd laugh at her drawings until they got to artist level. She draws what she sees, everything she wants to remember for ever.
"Since she went off to that school, we haven't seen a single one anymore. She wont show us them. She keeps saying 'one day I'll show you' but I have a feeling the day will never come." She looked up at him "So will you please tell us what is going on with our Mione? Why wont she tell us anything any more?"
Draco was lost for words. Never had he imagined mudbloods having to keep so much from their friends. Their family knew of course, they had to, but friends weren't allowed to know. Draco looked down at his feet, lost for words but something came out. "she that's why she was drawing me, yesterday." He muttered. The two girls looked at him oddly.
"Will you answer our questions Draco?"
"No, I will definitely not answer them. But I will tell you one thing, Hermione and I don't go to St. Johns, forgive her for lying to you, but she had to, no choice in the matter." He shook his head. "her two best friends she was telling you about are named Harry Potter and Ronald Weasely. They are never seen apart in school, the "dream team" their dubbed." He smirked. "I'm Harry's best enemy, making Hermione mine too. And no, I will not tell you where we go to school, just trust that Hermione goes to one in the country."
They nodded. But both still looked skeptical. "Why can't you tell us any of this? What is the big secret Draco?"
Thinking about Voldemort, and all the death eaters have done, all he has done.Draco shook his head. "Trust me. You don't want to know."
"So, you too have to lead a life full of lies and secrets?"
"No, not really, I have it better then Hermione. At least I have some people I can talk to." Draco looked at then and turned cold. "Don't you dare tell you I told you any of this or she'll have my head. Instead just stop giving her the third degree."
"Has it bothered her that much?" Rachael looked up at him, almost scared, like there was some mysterious essence around him that he saw around Hermione, a sense of power that she couldn't explain.
"Think about it. You had to keep something from someone, and they continually bugged you about it, how would you feel?"
"I see."
"HAY!" and they all turned to see Hermione happily running toward them. At that instant all of their expressions changed, the two girls acted like nothing had happened, and Draco turned cold again.
"Well, why are you three standing around for? Don't we have a game to finish?"
"Yeah!" and Rachael and Doreen ran over and Draco grabbed the ball and began to serve again.
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AN: Sorry this one is so short, but I had to say some things in here. Also I found it hard to continue from this point so I decided to stop and post it for you all to read.
ALL PLEASE NOTE BEFORE CONTINUING!
Semper Odimus Eosdem Quos Amamus.
We always hate the very ones we love.
This is what drives my writings. I hope you enjoy my story, Keep reading and checking in I'll try to update as much as possible!