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A/N Hello all. I hope you like this chapter. Have any of you read my other story? Did you like? Please review for both of them. You have no idea how much it means to me and if any of you are writers on this site, you should sympathize with me. All praise, constructive criticism and just plain old ÔI hated it!Õ. Those flames are rather offensive, but if you hated it, why are you even bothering to review? Am I really such a terrible writer? Is Lily?
Oh! And please say whether you like the song or not. ÔCrying Out LoudÕ and ÔLonely GirlÕ.
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~Zsa Zsa
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~0~*Chapter Two- Lonely Girl*~0~
~*~Lonely Girl~*~
Seeing her cry for the first time
Seeing her smile for the last time
ItÕs more then I can bear
To leave her lonely there
Please help me help her find her way
SheÕs lost
So confused
Stuck in this world
Feeling so abused
I was lost until I found you
Lonely girl
Seeing her tears drip from her eyes
Seeing the shine gone from her smile
I donÕt think anyone understands
She needs more then I am
But IÕll try to help her find her way
SheÕs lost
So confused
Stuck in this world
Feeling so abused
I was lost until I found you
Lonely girl
She feels so alone
Without anyone
But she donÕt ever complain
Why canÕt she just come out and say
WhatÕs on her mind?
SheÕs lost
So confused
Stuck in this world
Feeling so abused
I was lost until I found you
Lonely girl
SheÕs lost
So confused
Stuck in this world
Feeling so abused
I was lost until I found you
Lonely girl
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ÔI canÕt let them see me cry. I just canÕt. DonÕt cry. DonÕt draw attention to yourself. YouÕre just confused. Nothing to worry about. IÕll be fine on my own. Just fine.Õ
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Draco got into a horse-drawn carriage on his own. He needed time to think. He made sure Crabbe and Goyle hadnÕt seen him. He didnÕt want those great oafs following him around this year. He was independent. No problems. Nothing would interfere with his plans. He was alone and thatÕs the way he wanted it.
Hermione also had the same plan as Draco. She wanted a carriage to herself, but as there are not an infinite amount of carriages, she happened to get into DracoÕs nearly empty carriage.
ÒGet out.Ó Draco said stiffly. He looked into her eyes deeply as he said these words. They were oddly glazed and looked as if she were looking right through him.
ÒI would, but there arenÕt any other carriages free.Ó Hermione said honestly. She had looked in every single carriage. None were as empty.
ÒWalk.Ó Draco said blankly.
ÒI donÕt want to get wet.Ó Hermione replied. She then realized he was the only person, save for the boy she had knocked into at the station that she had spoken too. She fell silent a sat opposite Draco.
ÒDonÕt you know youÕre not wanted here?Ó Draco pointed out. He looked at her hair that was now covering her face and heard a small sob. ÒDid I make you cry? Oh this is a day I will relish forever.Ó Hermione looked up, he face stained with tears. She had the most pathetic look on her face. Her eyes were pleading him to just shut up. He wasnÕt having any of it. ÒGranger? Go to Potty and Weasel. They have all your stuffÉ Wait.Ó Draco looked her outfit up and down. Dark, slightly baggy, blue jeans and a black tight turtleneck. It was her. ÒWait. Did you knock into someone at the station?Ó
Hermione merely nodded. She didnÕt think it could possibly have been Draco. This boy was too nice. However, Draco was wearing a shirt very similar to the boy who had kindly helped her pick up her things.
ÒIt was me.Ó Hermione looked up at him. They looked intently at each other for a while. The carriage had started to move without them noticing. Hermione finally smiled.
ÒThank you.Ó She said in a truly sincere voice. She then picked up her backpack and leaped out of the moving carriage and tumbled onto the grass. Draco looked out of the window. She was sitting on her backpack on the edge of the road. Draco looked quizzically back at her. He shook his head muttering, ÒSheÕs mad.Ó He turned back to face the steadily closer Hogwarts, sunk into the chair and closed his eyes.
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Hermione walked in through the doors to the Entrance Hall twenty minutes after the rest of the students had arrived. She had not changed into her robes and was quite wet from walking in the rain. She was looking down when she bumped into to someone.
ÒGranger? Good, I found you. McGonagall was actually going to make me go out in the rain to find you because she seems to think that you jumping out of the carriage and all that were my fault. Honestly. WellÉ anyway, she needs us so that she can show us our Common Room. ItÕs so stupid that Head Boy and Girl have to share a Common Room. God. I donÕt fancy sharing it with you. Oh, and we share a bathroom. This is horrible.Ó Draco was rambling. He knew she was being rather sparse with her words so he thought he wouldnÕt let her even have the opportunity to speak. She was a bit of a bore.
ÒHmm.Ó Hermione mused. She really had no problem talking to Draco now. He was the first and last person she had talked to lately, so he already knew what essentially was up. ÒIt is indeed a shame. However, if I wake up early and go to bed late, we neednÕt ever see each other.Ó When she saw Draco open his mouth. ÒWell, not really.Ó Draco smiled slightly and nodded, then turned his back to Hermione and stalked off. He was going so fast, she had to run to catch up.
When Hermione and Draco arrived at a painting of a black cat (Draco looking perfectly normal and Hermione red and puffy), Draco said, ÒPrimer AmorÓ and the portrait opened. McGonagall was standing in the foyer tapping her foot impatiently.
ÒThat wasnÕt a very nice stunt you pulled, Ms. Granger. Merlin only knows what could have happened to you.Ó McGonagall looked Hermione up and down. ÒBut, since you seem in a fit state, I will get on with showing you around your new quarters.Ó McGonagall turned so her back was facing the two students and she began to walk, though in a pace much slower to the one Draco had adopted. McGonagall arrived at a door that she opened and then she stood back and motioned them in.
ÒGranger, that is your roomÓ she said, pointing to a grand mahogany door on her right, ÒAnd Malfoy, your room is on the left. Your Common Room is directly in front of you and the bathroom is through that door.Ó McGonagall finished with a point to a door further down on the right.
ÒAll clear?Ó McGonagall asked. The two students nodded. ÒGood. Goodnight.Ó
Once McGonagall left, Draco turned to Hermione. ÒWould you like to have a look around?Ó Hermione nodded sweetly. She was being nice. Normal. Perfectly normal. How odd!
Draco quirked an eyebrow, ÒYouÕre acting very strange. WhatÕs up?Ó He and she were walking towards the Common Room.
Hermione looked down. ÒNothing. Why do you ask?Ó
ÒYou just seem so different. Not that I really knew you before, but, itÕs just odd. The way youÕre behaving. And what was up with your blood back in the train.Ó
Hermione kept her head planted down, looking at her feet, ÒI canÕt tell you,Ó she whispered.
ÒWow!Ó Draco breathed. Hermione looked up and saw the glorious new common room, it was certainly a site to see. Book shelves filled with books aligned the stone walls, filling the room with warmth. A plushy black velvet couch was in front of a large crackling fire and the coffee table, mahogany, was adorned with a bowl of succulent looking fruit and a few wizarding magazines. Two desks were on either side of the fireplace, facing each other and a balcony leading to an alcove of more books was directly above the fireplace, so they could see all the books inside. This place was huge!
Hermione smiled sadly and turned suddenly, not even making a move to look at the books. She ran into her room and slammed the door.
The curiosity Draco was bearing was almost insupportable.
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