Disclaimer: My imaginary friend told me that I owned Harry Potter. . . Just
found out he was lying!!! So sadly, I still do not own them.
Stranger at my Door
Chapter 18
The Accident
Draco looked out the window to see Hermione running.
"I suppose I should follow the bitch," he said aloud for his father- but inside he was really hoping that she was okay, even if he was pissed at her for ruining his life.
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"Hermione!" he called into the raging storm. When there was no answer he called again but didn't step out the front door. "Make me ruin my hair and get wet doing a servant's work," he muttered to himself, angry at the world for everything. For his father and his new "plan," for Hermione and her sparkling golden eyes, and for just having to come to this damn place in the first place.
He murmured a long stream of colorful words before stepping into the storm, calling her name once more.
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Hermione turned her head. She furrowed her brow when she saw nothing- she could have sworn she'd heard her name.
"No, why would anyone be looking for me? They all hate me. I'm alone now."
Hermione tripped coming off a curb. It was so dark that you couldn't see anything. You had to rely on feeling and hearing everything.
She turned her head again. Now she KNEW she'd heard her name! But she was well away from her house. . . surely Draco wouldn't come looking for her. . . She threw her hands up in frustration, resulting in tripping again. Why did she care if he looked for her or not? The point of leaving was to get away from him. Besides if he found her she'd just run again.
A harsh laugh escaped her lips, coming out strangled before more tears added to the wetness of the storm.
She felt this frustration inside herself. It was one of those strange feelings- the ones that she was convinced weren't her own. There was a hint of something else too. . . what was that? Worry. . .?
No, that couldn't be it. She was alone, remember? She was alone and she liked it that way. It would give her more time for her studies. And she wouldn't have to worry about being killed by Voldemort because of Harry.
She choked back a few more tears at the thought of her best friend. After regaining her posture she had convinced herself that it was better to be alone. She'd convinced the outside of her at least. . .
~*~*~
Draco squinted in the darkness to find Hermione. In a flash of lightning he spotted her in the road. Blindly, he stumbled toward where he'd seen her.
~*~*~
"Hermione!" she heard. It was close this time and when she turned she saw Draco in the light from the lightning. She turned and ran but was blinded by a different light not caused by the storm. Hermione turned to see a pair of headlights barreling blindly toward her.
~*~*~
Draco watched helplessly as a big metal object on wheels (a car right?) sped toward Hermione. He wanted to run and push her out of the way but his legs were paralyzed with fear. In horror his knees gave out. He didn't see it but he still heard every sound. Her screams cut short, the squealing of tires and yells of the driver. He wasn't sure which was worse seeing everything that went along with the sounds. . . or the fact that he hadn't and everything was left to his imagination.
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A/N- haha! I'm leaving you here! I was going to make everything one chapter but I decided to split it in two because I'm just so evil. Mwah ha ha ha ha!! Tell me if you like it!! Love to all! lol
~*Ragazza Doulce*~
Stranger at my Door
Chapter 18
The Accident
Draco looked out the window to see Hermione running.
"I suppose I should follow the bitch," he said aloud for his father- but inside he was really hoping that she was okay, even if he was pissed at her for ruining his life.
~*~
"Hermione!" he called into the raging storm. When there was no answer he called again but didn't step out the front door. "Make me ruin my hair and get wet doing a servant's work," he muttered to himself, angry at the world for everything. For his father and his new "plan," for Hermione and her sparkling golden eyes, and for just having to come to this damn place in the first place.
He murmured a long stream of colorful words before stepping into the storm, calling her name once more.
~*~
Hermione turned her head. She furrowed her brow when she saw nothing- she could have sworn she'd heard her name.
"No, why would anyone be looking for me? They all hate me. I'm alone now."
Hermione tripped coming off a curb. It was so dark that you couldn't see anything. You had to rely on feeling and hearing everything.
She turned her head again. Now she KNEW she'd heard her name! But she was well away from her house. . . surely Draco wouldn't come looking for her. . . She threw her hands up in frustration, resulting in tripping again. Why did she care if he looked for her or not? The point of leaving was to get away from him. Besides if he found her she'd just run again.
A harsh laugh escaped her lips, coming out strangled before more tears added to the wetness of the storm.
She felt this frustration inside herself. It was one of those strange feelings- the ones that she was convinced weren't her own. There was a hint of something else too. . . what was that? Worry. . .?
No, that couldn't be it. She was alone, remember? She was alone and she liked it that way. It would give her more time for her studies. And she wouldn't have to worry about being killed by Voldemort because of Harry.
She choked back a few more tears at the thought of her best friend. After regaining her posture she had convinced herself that it was better to be alone. She'd convinced the outside of her at least. . .
~*~*~
Draco squinted in the darkness to find Hermione. In a flash of lightning he spotted her in the road. Blindly, he stumbled toward where he'd seen her.
~*~*~
"Hermione!" she heard. It was close this time and when she turned she saw Draco in the light from the lightning. She turned and ran but was blinded by a different light not caused by the storm. Hermione turned to see a pair of headlights barreling blindly toward her.
~*~*~
Draco watched helplessly as a big metal object on wheels (a car right?) sped toward Hermione. He wanted to run and push her out of the way but his legs were paralyzed with fear. In horror his knees gave out. He didn't see it but he still heard every sound. Her screams cut short, the squealing of tires and yells of the driver. He wasn't sure which was worse seeing everything that went along with the sounds. . . or the fact that he hadn't and everything was left to his imagination.
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A/N- haha! I'm leaving you here! I was going to make everything one chapter but I decided to split it in two because I'm just so evil. Mwah ha ha ha ha!! Tell me if you like it!! Love to all! lol
~*Ragazza Doulce*~