(A/n I'm really behind in my other stories. I really want to make another
story that describes life through how I've seen it in the past. Through
Draco and Hermione's eyes, being teenagers in their worlds. This story is
different then my others. It's kind of unlike my other stuff. It seems
different to me. I had it all written out but my brother erased it. This is
the first chapter through Draco's eyes. He and Hermione aren't friends.
They aren't enemies. They're pretty much wallpaper people to each other.
One act of kindness changes their hearts of hate. They have to more years
together. Two more years to either make everything right or to build up
hate towards each other. It's summer after 5th year now.
Draco:
I feel sad, lonely, and scared. There's no one out there that can help me. The only person I could have even tried to talk to committed suicide last year. She killed herself with a knife. She was my best friend. The only one I could confide in. I loved her a lot. Her name was...even mentioning her name brings tears. I cried like a baby for hours when I found her body. It was lifeless and looked like a rag doll. Cala Santiago, was the best friend I ever had. She was the first one who showed me what being normal was. Before I met her I was all into being rich and snobby.
For 4 years at Hogwarts I bothered the poor kids especially Weasley. With his handy downs. I found it was much more fun to be common than a rich 13 year old that all her girls swooned over and was expected to live up to the name Malfoy. I had only known Cala for 2 years. She wasn't rich and she was cooler then many of the other rich people I knew. There was something about her. She was different, she was calm, and she was the best. Now that she's dead I have no one to talk to. I'm all alone. I want to die.
Going back to Hogwarts might help. Everyday I hear about how I have two more years to kill the mudblood, about how I will serve the Dark Lord well, and how I will be the father of Voldermorts heir. If not the heir myself. The plan has already been laid out. I have marry either Pansy Parkinson or Blaise Zabini. I hate both of them. They have no idea what it is like to suffer. They're both Daddy's Little Girl. They already have plans to have the Dark Mark their arms and how they will decorate around it.
I have a lot of thoughts running through my head now. my father just beat the living hell out of me and I just stood there. I was to confused to move. I wondered why the man who was supposed to be my father abused me all the time. I know everyone else had it good. I only know of one person that lives with people that he hates..Potter. He's the only person I could talk to this about. He doesn't like me and I don't like him.
When I think about the Dream Team my mind wanders to last year. The year Hermione Granger and I had at least a few more things then we expected in common. I saw her at Platform 9 ¾. She had changed her appearance. She was dressed in all black. She had no make-up on and she looked like she had been crying for a while. Her parents weren't there and she sat down with a notebook and a blue pen with no cap. She was scribbling stuff down. Later I found put that she was writing poems and suicide notes. I walked over to her and sat down next to her. I pulled out my notebook and black pen and started writing. I had written 3 poems before she looked up and saw me writing. I looked up and stared into her eyes as she stared into mine.
I think we both knew we were suffering from depression. I hadn't eaten or slept in the longest time. I didn't see a need to. It looked like she hadn't either. We silently and without acknowledgement switched notebooks. I read her work and she read mine. Then she wrote a poem in mine and I did likewise. We switched back and Weasley and Potter ran over to us and pushed me down and picked her up. She collapsed into my lap and I looked down at her. They dragged her into the train and Weasley gave me a death stare as in to say 'never look or touch her again'. I quickly gabbed me stuff and knew we would have another notebook session.
That year I suffered from depression. I have no clue what I was depressed about. I knew my grades were dropping and my attention span decreased. She seemed the same way. The List of Honors proved it. We were at the bottom of the list. I really had no contact with her. We never talked we just looked at each other. We looked lonely, sad, and in great need. She had longing in her eyes. I was her wallpaper boy. She was my wallpaper girl. We didn't acknowledge each other in conversation....but in our notebooks and in eye contact.
I have to admit the day Pansy found me reading a notebook and asked me what it was before snatching it away..I was scared of her. She began to read a poem Hermione wrote about love. Pansy gave a nasty growl and threw the notebook at me before heading to the door. Before she left she yelled "I WILL NOT LET HER HAVE YOU DRACO MALFOY!" I traveled to my room and sobbed a little, read all of Hermione's poems and fell asleep. That year was going to be one I would never forget.
(A/n ok I'm really feeling my story. I want to cry. I'm sorry if Draco is OOC. I have to have him this way for my reasons. Hermione's chapter is next. Oh and in case you didn't figure it out Hermione and Draco are seriously depressed and they feel as if sharing with each other would help. The more they confide in each other that it gets worse. 1 review and I'll add Hermione's chapter.
Draco:
I feel sad, lonely, and scared. There's no one out there that can help me. The only person I could have even tried to talk to committed suicide last year. She killed herself with a knife. She was my best friend. The only one I could confide in. I loved her a lot. Her name was...even mentioning her name brings tears. I cried like a baby for hours when I found her body. It was lifeless and looked like a rag doll. Cala Santiago, was the best friend I ever had. She was the first one who showed me what being normal was. Before I met her I was all into being rich and snobby.
For 4 years at Hogwarts I bothered the poor kids especially Weasley. With his handy downs. I found it was much more fun to be common than a rich 13 year old that all her girls swooned over and was expected to live up to the name Malfoy. I had only known Cala for 2 years. She wasn't rich and she was cooler then many of the other rich people I knew. There was something about her. She was different, she was calm, and she was the best. Now that she's dead I have no one to talk to. I'm all alone. I want to die.
Going back to Hogwarts might help. Everyday I hear about how I have two more years to kill the mudblood, about how I will serve the Dark Lord well, and how I will be the father of Voldermorts heir. If not the heir myself. The plan has already been laid out. I have marry either Pansy Parkinson or Blaise Zabini. I hate both of them. They have no idea what it is like to suffer. They're both Daddy's Little Girl. They already have plans to have the Dark Mark their arms and how they will decorate around it.
I have a lot of thoughts running through my head now. my father just beat the living hell out of me and I just stood there. I was to confused to move. I wondered why the man who was supposed to be my father abused me all the time. I know everyone else had it good. I only know of one person that lives with people that he hates..Potter. He's the only person I could talk to this about. He doesn't like me and I don't like him.
When I think about the Dream Team my mind wanders to last year. The year Hermione Granger and I had at least a few more things then we expected in common. I saw her at Platform 9 ¾. She had changed her appearance. She was dressed in all black. She had no make-up on and she looked like she had been crying for a while. Her parents weren't there and she sat down with a notebook and a blue pen with no cap. She was scribbling stuff down. Later I found put that she was writing poems and suicide notes. I walked over to her and sat down next to her. I pulled out my notebook and black pen and started writing. I had written 3 poems before she looked up and saw me writing. I looked up and stared into her eyes as she stared into mine.
I think we both knew we were suffering from depression. I hadn't eaten or slept in the longest time. I didn't see a need to. It looked like she hadn't either. We silently and without acknowledgement switched notebooks. I read her work and she read mine. Then she wrote a poem in mine and I did likewise. We switched back and Weasley and Potter ran over to us and pushed me down and picked her up. She collapsed into my lap and I looked down at her. They dragged her into the train and Weasley gave me a death stare as in to say 'never look or touch her again'. I quickly gabbed me stuff and knew we would have another notebook session.
That year I suffered from depression. I have no clue what I was depressed about. I knew my grades were dropping and my attention span decreased. She seemed the same way. The List of Honors proved it. We were at the bottom of the list. I really had no contact with her. We never talked we just looked at each other. We looked lonely, sad, and in great need. She had longing in her eyes. I was her wallpaper boy. She was my wallpaper girl. We didn't acknowledge each other in conversation....but in our notebooks and in eye contact.
I have to admit the day Pansy found me reading a notebook and asked me what it was before snatching it away..I was scared of her. She began to read a poem Hermione wrote about love. Pansy gave a nasty growl and threw the notebook at me before heading to the door. Before she left she yelled "I WILL NOT LET HER HAVE YOU DRACO MALFOY!" I traveled to my room and sobbed a little, read all of Hermione's poems and fell asleep. That year was going to be one I would never forget.
(A/n ok I'm really feeling my story. I want to cry. I'm sorry if Draco is OOC. I have to have him this way for my reasons. Hermione's chapter is next. Oh and in case you didn't figure it out Hermione and Draco are seriously depressed and they feel as if sharing with each other would help. The more they confide in each other that it gets worse. 1 review and I'll add Hermione's chapter.