Chapter 9 - The Aftermath
A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been at my dad's and didn't really have enough time to write another chapter. Sorry again. Here's what you've all been (hopefully) waiting for.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything Harry Potter. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling's brilliant mind. Anything or anyone you might not recognize, along with the plot, is mine.
Hermione and Draco reached Hogwarts a few seconds later and arrived in Dumbledore's office. Hearing them arrive, Dumbledore looked up and saw them standing there, sad looks upon their usually happy faces.
"What happened?" he asked cautiously.
"My mom.she's..she's...gone!!" sobbed Hermione, burying her face in Draco's shoulder.
"Oh, Miss Granger, I'm so sorry for your loss. Are you going to be alright?" he said, in what he hoped was a comforting way.
She nodded, still crying and Dumbledore continued, "You can take some time off of your studies if you need to Hermione."
She looked up at him, smiled, and walked out with Draco behind her. They walked to the portrait to their dormitory, gave the password, and walked inside. Hermione walked away from Draco, who had taken a seat on the couch, and climbed the stairs into her room. She got their, took her forgotten bags out of her pocket, enlarged them, put a CD into her CD player, and began putting her clothes away again. As the song blasted throughout her room, she sung the words to herself and threw a pair of jeans into her drawer before collapsing onto the bed, listening to the song.
Now you're gone,
I wonder why,
You left me hear,
I think about it on,
and on, and on, and on,
and on, and on again.
I know you're never coming back,
I hope that you can hear me,
I'm waiting to hear from you..
Until i do,
You're gone away,
I'm left alone,
A part of me is gone,
And I'm not moving on,
So wait for me,
I know the day will come..
I'll meet you there,
No matter where life takes me to,
I'll meet you there,
And even if I need you here,
I'll meet you there.
I wish I could have told you,
The things I kept inside,
But now I guess its just too late.
So many things remind me of you,
I hope that you can hear me,
I miss you,
This is goodbye,
One last time..
You're gone away,
I'm left alone,
A part of me is gone,
And I'm not moving on,
So wait for me,
I know the day will come..
I'll meet you there,
No matter where life takes me to,
I'll meet you there,
And even if I need you here,
I'll meet you there,
No matter where life takes me to,
I'll meet you there,
And even if I need you here,
I'll meet you there.
I'll meet you there....
And where I go you'll be there with me,
Forever you'll be right here with me..
I'll meet you there,
No matter where life takes me to,
I'll meet you there,
And even if I need you here,
I'll meet you there,
No matter where life takes me..
I'll meet you there,
And even if I need you..
I'll meet you there...
I'll meet you there...
I'll meet you there.
She knew the song had nothing to do with her mom, but she felt it did in some way. All she could think about was her mom and how she left her. No longer did she have a mother to talk to and share vacations and stuff with. Her sister didn't have anyone to help her grow up and teach her girl things, since Hermione would be living on her own after graduation. She sighed and continued looking at the ceiling above her bed. Thinking about her mother some more, she drifted off into a deep sleep for the rest of the night. At around ten o'clock that night, Draco tapped on Hermione's door and entered when he didn't hear anything from inside. He stepped in and saw Hermione asleep on her bed, a mixed CD playing in her CD player. He turned off the CD player and put a blanket over her before leaving.
She looks like an angel sleeping there like that, he thought to himself, smirking and walking out of the room quietly. He walked into his room, stripped down to his black silk boxers, and crawled into bed. As his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep instantly.
The next morning, Hermione groggily rolled over in bed and awoke. She looked at her clock which read 9:27. She lazily got out of bed, looked at the calendar and saw that it was New Year's Eve. She smiled sadly to herself, grabbed her bath things, and walked to the bathroom to take a bath. The door was open and she walked in, closing and locking the door. She turned on the new apple taps and took off her clothes. She stretched and then stepped into the bath, letting the scents and bubbles overtake her senses. She closed her eyes and relaxed.
While Hermione was relaxing in her bath, Draco was putting the finishing touches on his New Year's Eve surprise for her. He smirked to himself as he finished his conversation with Potter and the Weasels and went back to his common room to read or watch a movie. (A/N: yes they have electronics in their common room and dorms because they're head boy and girl and the things are charmed to work properly at Hogwarts.)
About forty-five minutes later, Hermione stepped out of the bathroom, refreshed and dressed in a pink long sleeved shirt, pink socks, and denim hip-huggers. She brought her stuff back into her room, through her clothes into the hamper, and went down to the common room to see Draco, asleep in front of the television, which had the movie Pearl Harbor playing on it. She woke him up and brought him down to the kitchens with her for some food.
They got to the portrait to the kitchens and Hermione tickled the pear, allowing them to enter. Dobby popped up beside them with a grim, yet large, smile on his face.
"Miss Hermione, Master Malfoy, how are you?" he asked, leading them to a table to eat.
"We're fine Dobby, but could you please bring us two French vanilla coffees and some pancakes with whipped cream and strawberries?" she asked, taking a seat at the table across from Draco.
"Yes miss," he replied, scurrying off.
Hermione smiled at Draco and looked at her hands. He sighed and got out of his chair, kneeling beside hers. He lifted her chin and looked at her.
"Mione, are you ok? I mean, I know you're mom died and you have every right to be sad, but are you going to be ok?" he asked, looking into her eyes.
She nodded and leaned into his shoulder, her eyes watering. She wouldn't let the tears fall, she couldn't. She had to be strong, but it was just too much for her to handle. She let the tears run down her cheeks and he put his arms around her, holding her and letting her cry. Dobby popped in at that point and, seeing them, he popped out again, leaving them alone. Hermione sniffled and pulled away from Draco's embrace. He looked her in the eyes as she wiped hers, sitting back in her chair. Draco did the same and Dobby brought their food a moment later. They ate in silence and headed back to their dorms a few minutes later, Draco's arm casually, but protectively, wrapped around Hermione's small waist.
A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been at my dad's and didn't really have enough time to write another chapter. Sorry again. Here's what you've all been (hopefully) waiting for.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything Harry Potter. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling's brilliant mind. Anything or anyone you might not recognize, along with the plot, is mine.
Hermione and Draco reached Hogwarts a few seconds later and arrived in Dumbledore's office. Hearing them arrive, Dumbledore looked up and saw them standing there, sad looks upon their usually happy faces.
"What happened?" he asked cautiously.
"My mom.she's..she's...gone!!" sobbed Hermione, burying her face in Draco's shoulder.
"Oh, Miss Granger, I'm so sorry for your loss. Are you going to be alright?" he said, in what he hoped was a comforting way.
She nodded, still crying and Dumbledore continued, "You can take some time off of your studies if you need to Hermione."
She looked up at him, smiled, and walked out with Draco behind her. They walked to the portrait to their dormitory, gave the password, and walked inside. Hermione walked away from Draco, who had taken a seat on the couch, and climbed the stairs into her room. She got their, took her forgotten bags out of her pocket, enlarged them, put a CD into her CD player, and began putting her clothes away again. As the song blasted throughout her room, she sung the words to herself and threw a pair of jeans into her drawer before collapsing onto the bed, listening to the song.
Now you're gone,
I wonder why,
You left me hear,
I think about it on,
and on, and on, and on,
and on, and on again.
I know you're never coming back,
I hope that you can hear me,
I'm waiting to hear from you..
Until i do,
You're gone away,
I'm left alone,
A part of me is gone,
And I'm not moving on,
So wait for me,
I know the day will come..
I'll meet you there,
No matter where life takes me to,
I'll meet you there,
And even if I need you here,
I'll meet you there.
I wish I could have told you,
The things I kept inside,
But now I guess its just too late.
So many things remind me of you,
I hope that you can hear me,
I miss you,
This is goodbye,
One last time..
You're gone away,
I'm left alone,
A part of me is gone,
And I'm not moving on,
So wait for me,
I know the day will come..
I'll meet you there,
No matter where life takes me to,
I'll meet you there,
And even if I need you here,
I'll meet you there,
No matter where life takes me to,
I'll meet you there,
And even if I need you here,
I'll meet you there.
I'll meet you there....
And where I go you'll be there with me,
Forever you'll be right here with me..
I'll meet you there,
No matter where life takes me to,
I'll meet you there,
And even if I need you here,
I'll meet you there,
No matter where life takes me..
I'll meet you there,
And even if I need you..
I'll meet you there...
I'll meet you there...
I'll meet you there.
She knew the song had nothing to do with her mom, but she felt it did in some way. All she could think about was her mom and how she left her. No longer did she have a mother to talk to and share vacations and stuff with. Her sister didn't have anyone to help her grow up and teach her girl things, since Hermione would be living on her own after graduation. She sighed and continued looking at the ceiling above her bed. Thinking about her mother some more, she drifted off into a deep sleep for the rest of the night. At around ten o'clock that night, Draco tapped on Hermione's door and entered when he didn't hear anything from inside. He stepped in and saw Hermione asleep on her bed, a mixed CD playing in her CD player. He turned off the CD player and put a blanket over her before leaving.
She looks like an angel sleeping there like that, he thought to himself, smirking and walking out of the room quietly. He walked into his room, stripped down to his black silk boxers, and crawled into bed. As his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep instantly.
The next morning, Hermione groggily rolled over in bed and awoke. She looked at her clock which read 9:27. She lazily got out of bed, looked at the calendar and saw that it was New Year's Eve. She smiled sadly to herself, grabbed her bath things, and walked to the bathroom to take a bath. The door was open and she walked in, closing and locking the door. She turned on the new apple taps and took off her clothes. She stretched and then stepped into the bath, letting the scents and bubbles overtake her senses. She closed her eyes and relaxed.
While Hermione was relaxing in her bath, Draco was putting the finishing touches on his New Year's Eve surprise for her. He smirked to himself as he finished his conversation with Potter and the Weasels and went back to his common room to read or watch a movie. (A/N: yes they have electronics in their common room and dorms because they're head boy and girl and the things are charmed to work properly at Hogwarts.)
About forty-five minutes later, Hermione stepped out of the bathroom, refreshed and dressed in a pink long sleeved shirt, pink socks, and denim hip-huggers. She brought her stuff back into her room, through her clothes into the hamper, and went down to the common room to see Draco, asleep in front of the television, which had the movie Pearl Harbor playing on it. She woke him up and brought him down to the kitchens with her for some food.
They got to the portrait to the kitchens and Hermione tickled the pear, allowing them to enter. Dobby popped up beside them with a grim, yet large, smile on his face.
"Miss Hermione, Master Malfoy, how are you?" he asked, leading them to a table to eat.
"We're fine Dobby, but could you please bring us two French vanilla coffees and some pancakes with whipped cream and strawberries?" she asked, taking a seat at the table across from Draco.
"Yes miss," he replied, scurrying off.
Hermione smiled at Draco and looked at her hands. He sighed and got out of his chair, kneeling beside hers. He lifted her chin and looked at her.
"Mione, are you ok? I mean, I know you're mom died and you have every right to be sad, but are you going to be ok?" he asked, looking into her eyes.
She nodded and leaned into his shoulder, her eyes watering. She wouldn't let the tears fall, she couldn't. She had to be strong, but it was just too much for her to handle. She let the tears run down her cheeks and he put his arms around her, holding her and letting her cry. Dobby popped in at that point and, seeing them, he popped out again, leaving them alone. Hermione sniffled and pulled away from Draco's embrace. He looked her in the eyes as she wiped hers, sitting back in her chair. Draco did the same and Dobby brought their food a moment later. They ate in silence and headed back to their dorms a few minutes later, Draco's arm casually, but protectively, wrapped around Hermione's small waist.