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Ch. 2 The Boy Who Wasn't There
"Hermione?" Ron said for the third time. He now switched to waving a large hand with remnants of chicken. "Are you there?"
"Of course I'm here!" she snapped. Ron went back to eating his back to school dinner, completely forgetting about Hermione. Harry was not there; instead he was sitting a little ways down talking to his girlfriend, Ginny. Hermione however was focused on a different matter. She was still wondering what on earth had possessed Draco Malfoy to act like he did in the bookstore. 'Why would he be afraid of his own father?' Her thoughts were interrupted by Dumbledore standing up and clearing his throat.
"You may all be wondering who your Heads are; am I right?" There was a loud cheer from all the houses that shook the ceiling. "The head boy is Draco Malfoy from Slytherin," there were cheers from mainly the Slytherin table, but a few Ravenclaws clapped politely. "And the head girl is Hermione Granger from Gryffindor." An even louder cheer than all the tables combined erupted from the table of the head girl. Everyone around her gave her a pat on the back and some more intimate friends gave her a hug. "You may all now go to your houses. Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, follow me."
An hour later, Hermione was comfortably settled and reading a new book she got entitled "Romeo & Juliet". She was enjoying this new book when she saw Draco also sit down on the couch. She saw him open a copy of "Magical Medicine: How to Cure Lashes, Cuts, and Burns." She was even more surprised at the title than at the fact that he was actually sitting beside her without saying the words "die" or "mudblood". Draco seemed to realize what Hermione was reading and immediately put the book down.
"What do you want, mudblood?" Draco said, locking eyes with the girl beside him. What Hermione saw in those eyes scared her to now end. In those deep blue eyes, those eyes that she could get lost in forever, she saw nothing. No love, no happiness, not anything that suggested the boy that he was. His body was nothing more than a shell.
"Nothing, nothing." She said faintly. She than closed her book and headed upstairs to cry silently in her room for the boy who had no soul.
Ch. 2 The Boy Who Wasn't There
"Hermione?" Ron said for the third time. He now switched to waving a large hand with remnants of chicken. "Are you there?"
"Of course I'm here!" she snapped. Ron went back to eating his back to school dinner, completely forgetting about Hermione. Harry was not there; instead he was sitting a little ways down talking to his girlfriend, Ginny. Hermione however was focused on a different matter. She was still wondering what on earth had possessed Draco Malfoy to act like he did in the bookstore. 'Why would he be afraid of his own father?' Her thoughts were interrupted by Dumbledore standing up and clearing his throat.
"You may all be wondering who your Heads are; am I right?" There was a loud cheer from all the houses that shook the ceiling. "The head boy is Draco Malfoy from Slytherin," there were cheers from mainly the Slytherin table, but a few Ravenclaws clapped politely. "And the head girl is Hermione Granger from Gryffindor." An even louder cheer than all the tables combined erupted from the table of the head girl. Everyone around her gave her a pat on the back and some more intimate friends gave her a hug. "You may all now go to your houses. Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, follow me."
An hour later, Hermione was comfortably settled and reading a new book she got entitled "Romeo & Juliet". She was enjoying this new book when she saw Draco also sit down on the couch. She saw him open a copy of "Magical Medicine: How to Cure Lashes, Cuts, and Burns." She was even more surprised at the title than at the fact that he was actually sitting beside her without saying the words "die" or "mudblood". Draco seemed to realize what Hermione was reading and immediately put the book down.
"What do you want, mudblood?" Draco said, locking eyes with the girl beside him. What Hermione saw in those eyes scared her to now end. In those deep blue eyes, those eyes that she could get lost in forever, she saw nothing. No love, no happiness, not anything that suggested the boy that he was. His body was nothing more than a shell.
"Nothing, nothing." She said faintly. She than closed her book and headed upstairs to cry silently in her room for the boy who had no soul.