Waterfall-
I want to witness the sun being set.
I want to witness the flowers bloom.
I want to see my reflection in the pure water of a streaming waterfall.
This waterfall is far from reach and yet as i pull out my hand i feel the water being sprayed down on me.
This waterfall is beautiful in a way that it speaks its own language.
I open my eyes and realize that it is not a waterfall i am witnessing.
It is the reflection of myself standing in front of the mirror.
I have closed my eyes to shut the world from me to try and hope that all i see are flowers and sunsets.
I have only now realized that those wonderful sprays of water were my own sprays of tears.
Tears that have been fighting to get out.
Tears that only someone so powerful could have caused them.
But why are they there?
Im fine, am I?
Or maybe not.
Maybe all i need right now is a prayer.
All i need is to know that tommorow i'll be safer.
Why was she crying? This makes me remember the time when I came in here and found her with tears in her eyes. I still haven't asked her about that. I doubt she'll answer me. 'Why do you even care' said the second voice. Ugh I hate myself for getting involved. But why though, of all people, why would she have problems. What's her reason?
As I kept skimming through the pages I came across a very frightening one which only caused me to remember that I have been there.
Flow-
Should i take this pill right this moment?
Should i call someone just in case?
Should i risk my life and let it flow?
Should they save me from this pain?
Will they save me just in time?
Will they stop or keep on trying?
Should i risk my life and let it flow?
What if they wont come in time?
What if they just wont try?
Will it be too late or will i die?
Should i risk my life and let it flow?
These are the questions that i want
Ahh the same question's being asked. The same feeling of sorrow, hurt, and torture. God I feel like I have taken out my book and read one of my own poems. But what's hurting her the most. Isn't she the famous Hermione Granger, friend of Harry Potter, know-it-all mudblood Granger. What's causing her this pain? I want to know. And one thing for sure about Malfoys is that we get what we want. Therefore I'm going to find out why this mudblood makes me think this way of her, why she's on my mind, and why in Merlin's name am I constantly thinking about her and only her.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by the train slowly stopping and students of Hogwarts suddenly rushing through the corridors. I gather all my things and examine the compartment, making sure I have everything. I take her book and put it in my bag. As I was exiting the compartment and walking towards the carriages that would lead us to Hogwarts I felt like I was being watched. I turn around and suddenly a dark shadow sweeps past me and carries on towards the carriages. I follow this mysterious person not knowing why. When she went by me I smelled its fragrance and it was a tinge of vanilla which is exactly how Granger smelled. Ohh how I remember that smell…
I watched this woman slowly enter the carriage, she was dressed in Hogwarts uniform. She wore a black hooded cloak, I couldn't tell which house she belongs to because she hid her patch.
Narrator's POV
As she sat down she slowly raised her hand to touch her cheek and wiped her tears away so no one would notice. She didn't even want her friends to recognize her. She knew that they never really had a strong relationship, for all she was used was knowledge and books that she spent hours and hours translating just because she knew it was the right thing to do. She didn't think for herself and she was constantly looking for answers, answers that were yet so close but seemed distant as well. She sure did change from that lost person. Although her friends cared about her, they just didn't know how to say the right thing at the right time.
She never felt like she was cared for, after her mother's death she realized that there were just no one else out there who deeply cared for her as much as her mother. She felt more tears rolling down her cheek and mentally stopped herself because she didn't want anyone to think that something was wrong with the ever happy Hermione Granger. As she was walking towards the carriages she noticed a young tall man walking slowly in front of her. She immediately knew who it was when she saw the beautiful platinum blond hair blowing from side to side.
She watched him and studied every action he made, that was until he stopped in his track, almost sensing her presence and turned around. She put on her matching black hood so he wouldn't see her. Just as he turned around she suddenly walked faster and went past him almost touching his arm that lay parallel to his well toned body. She was glad that she didn't have to wait for any carriages so she took the one that was already filled with student just so he wouldn't sit next to her or start to talk to her. She sat down and felt his eyes burning in the back of her head.
She dared not to turn around.
Both students arrived at Hogwarts and have entered the Great Hall.
"Welcome , welcome young Hogwarts students. For all you must be hungry right now. But there are some wonderful news that I would like to pass on to you. We will be having a grand ball this year which will be very fascinating I hope." Loud roars and cheers were taken over the Great Hall. " Now for the final news, I must congratulate our Head Boy and Head Girl for their final year at Hogwarts. Our new Head Girl is Hermione Granger." Loud cheering were heard from everyone but the Slytherins. " And our new Head Boy is Draco Malfoy" cheering were revolving around the Slytherin table except of course the Gryffindors. "Would the heads be so kind enough to join me after dinner?" Dumbledore said looking at the two of us through his spectacles.
"Oh no, how could that be?" Hermione said out loud.
"Don't worry Mione, If he becomes a bother to you, you always know your way to the Gryffindor tower" said the famous Harry Potter.
"Yeh Mione, If he does one thing wrong, he'll never see it coming, that ferret" said Ronald Weasley.
Hermione gave them a half hearted smile and told them she would take care of herself.
"And plus Ron, you have to watch out for you little sister, looks like she's getting hit on by almost every singe guy in here" She said smiling towards Ginny, who returned that warm smile of hers.
Hermiome's POV
"Oh no, I have to wait for him now. Oh well, I'll just wait by the stairs" she said to herself. As I was leaving I noticed someone watching me so I immediately looked at the Slytherin table trying to find those icy blue eyes who have been on my mind since the train ride. To my surprise I couldn't find him so I decided I must be going a little crazy. "well can you honestly blame me?" I asked myself. As I opened the door that lead me out of the Great Hall I bumped into something hard and for a minute I thought to myself "why would anyone put up a statue right in front of the Great Hall?"
"sorry" I said without looking up. I continued to walk when I felt being watching again and slowly turned my head around to see those same blue eyes who I just searched for.
"I need to talk to you" he said without any emotion on his face. I suddenly thought that this must be one of his pranks or jokes so I quickly put on my disgusted face and replied harshly.
" I don't think you do, Malfoy" I started to turn around when he came closer to me and turn my by my right hand. The hand that was burning with red venom just days ago.
"ahhh…No…just don't …please let…let me go" I cried.
Draco's POV
I grabbed her by her wrist just to get her attention and attention I got. She screamed in pain as if I was stabbing a knife in her hand.
"What's the matter mudblood, not so tough now are you?" I said through gritted teeth. She's hurting, and I'm the reason that she's hurting. I suddenly remembered when my dad was hitting my mother and she was trying to get away so he grabbed her by her small wrists and pinned her against the wall just to throw a better punch at her. I suddenly released her hand and looked away. I didn't want to see her, no, I would feel even more inferior. I couldn't see her hurt and yet I still did it. I met her gaze and we locked eyes with each other. I saw fright hidden deep in her chocolate eyes and besides fear there was tenderness and sorrowfulness along with many other things. But the one that stood out was fright and that wasn't there before. I scarred her and now she'll never understand me in a way that I want her to understand me. I looked at her hand which started to bleed a little and I thought to myself quickly "I couldn't have done that just by grabbing her".
I ran to her and started looking at it, that was until she grabbed it away and ran off the other way. I stood there and watched her small figure running down the hall, not bothering to go after her, knowing that if I do she will only get more scared. The last thing on my mind was that terrifying deep cut in her wrist that were continuously followed by a serious of many little cuts.
She cuts herself, and I'm willing to find out the cause of her doing so.
I want to witness the sun being set.
I want to witness the flowers bloom.
I want to see my reflection in the pure water of a streaming waterfall.
This waterfall is far from reach and yet as i pull out my hand i feel the water being sprayed down on me.
This waterfall is beautiful in a way that it speaks its own language.
I open my eyes and realize that it is not a waterfall i am witnessing.
It is the reflection of myself standing in front of the mirror.
I have closed my eyes to shut the world from me to try and hope that all i see are flowers and sunsets.
I have only now realized that those wonderful sprays of water were my own sprays of tears.
Tears that have been fighting to get out.
Tears that only someone so powerful could have caused them.
But why are they there?
Im fine, am I?
Or maybe not.
Maybe all i need right now is a prayer.
All i need is to know that tommorow i'll be safer.
Why was she crying? This makes me remember the time when I came in here and found her with tears in her eyes. I still haven't asked her about that. I doubt she'll answer me. 'Why do you even care' said the second voice. Ugh I hate myself for getting involved. But why though, of all people, why would she have problems. What's her reason?
As I kept skimming through the pages I came across a very frightening one which only caused me to remember that I have been there.
Flow-
Should i take this pill right this moment?
Should i call someone just in case?
Should i risk my life and let it flow?
Should they save me from this pain?
Will they save me just in time?
Will they stop or keep on trying?
Should i risk my life and let it flow?
What if they wont come in time?
What if they just wont try?
Will it be too late or will i die?
Should i risk my life and let it flow?
These are the questions that i want
Ahh the same question's being asked. The same feeling of sorrow, hurt, and torture. God I feel like I have taken out my book and read one of my own poems. But what's hurting her the most. Isn't she the famous Hermione Granger, friend of Harry Potter, know-it-all mudblood Granger. What's causing her this pain? I want to know. And one thing for sure about Malfoys is that we get what we want. Therefore I'm going to find out why this mudblood makes me think this way of her, why she's on my mind, and why in Merlin's name am I constantly thinking about her and only her.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by the train slowly stopping and students of Hogwarts suddenly rushing through the corridors. I gather all my things and examine the compartment, making sure I have everything. I take her book and put it in my bag. As I was exiting the compartment and walking towards the carriages that would lead us to Hogwarts I felt like I was being watched. I turn around and suddenly a dark shadow sweeps past me and carries on towards the carriages. I follow this mysterious person not knowing why. When she went by me I smelled its fragrance and it was a tinge of vanilla which is exactly how Granger smelled. Ohh how I remember that smell…
I watched this woman slowly enter the carriage, she was dressed in Hogwarts uniform. She wore a black hooded cloak, I couldn't tell which house she belongs to because she hid her patch.
Narrator's POV
As she sat down she slowly raised her hand to touch her cheek and wiped her tears away so no one would notice. She didn't even want her friends to recognize her. She knew that they never really had a strong relationship, for all she was used was knowledge and books that she spent hours and hours translating just because she knew it was the right thing to do. She didn't think for herself and she was constantly looking for answers, answers that were yet so close but seemed distant as well. She sure did change from that lost person. Although her friends cared about her, they just didn't know how to say the right thing at the right time.
She never felt like she was cared for, after her mother's death she realized that there were just no one else out there who deeply cared for her as much as her mother. She felt more tears rolling down her cheek and mentally stopped herself because she didn't want anyone to think that something was wrong with the ever happy Hermione Granger. As she was walking towards the carriages she noticed a young tall man walking slowly in front of her. She immediately knew who it was when she saw the beautiful platinum blond hair blowing from side to side.
She watched him and studied every action he made, that was until he stopped in his track, almost sensing her presence and turned around. She put on her matching black hood so he wouldn't see her. Just as he turned around she suddenly walked faster and went past him almost touching his arm that lay parallel to his well toned body. She was glad that she didn't have to wait for any carriages so she took the one that was already filled with student just so he wouldn't sit next to her or start to talk to her. She sat down and felt his eyes burning in the back of her head.
She dared not to turn around.
Both students arrived at Hogwarts and have entered the Great Hall.
"Welcome , welcome young Hogwarts students. For all you must be hungry right now. But there are some wonderful news that I would like to pass on to you. We will be having a grand ball this year which will be very fascinating I hope." Loud roars and cheers were taken over the Great Hall. " Now for the final news, I must congratulate our Head Boy and Head Girl for their final year at Hogwarts. Our new Head Girl is Hermione Granger." Loud cheering were heard from everyone but the Slytherins. " And our new Head Boy is Draco Malfoy" cheering were revolving around the Slytherin table except of course the Gryffindors. "Would the heads be so kind enough to join me after dinner?" Dumbledore said looking at the two of us through his spectacles.
"Oh no, how could that be?" Hermione said out loud.
"Don't worry Mione, If he becomes a bother to you, you always know your way to the Gryffindor tower" said the famous Harry Potter.
"Yeh Mione, If he does one thing wrong, he'll never see it coming, that ferret" said Ronald Weasley.
Hermione gave them a half hearted smile and told them she would take care of herself.
"And plus Ron, you have to watch out for you little sister, looks like she's getting hit on by almost every singe guy in here" She said smiling towards Ginny, who returned that warm smile of hers.
Hermiome's POV
"Oh no, I have to wait for him now. Oh well, I'll just wait by the stairs" she said to herself. As I was leaving I noticed someone watching me so I immediately looked at the Slytherin table trying to find those icy blue eyes who have been on my mind since the train ride. To my surprise I couldn't find him so I decided I must be going a little crazy. "well can you honestly blame me?" I asked myself. As I opened the door that lead me out of the Great Hall I bumped into something hard and for a minute I thought to myself "why would anyone put up a statue right in front of the Great Hall?"
"sorry" I said without looking up. I continued to walk when I felt being watching again and slowly turned my head around to see those same blue eyes who I just searched for.
"I need to talk to you" he said without any emotion on his face. I suddenly thought that this must be one of his pranks or jokes so I quickly put on my disgusted face and replied harshly.
" I don't think you do, Malfoy" I started to turn around when he came closer to me and turn my by my right hand. The hand that was burning with red venom just days ago.
"ahhh…No…just don't …please let…let me go" I cried.
Draco's POV
I grabbed her by her wrist just to get her attention and attention I got. She screamed in pain as if I was stabbing a knife in her hand.
"What's the matter mudblood, not so tough now are you?" I said through gritted teeth. She's hurting, and I'm the reason that she's hurting. I suddenly remembered when my dad was hitting my mother and she was trying to get away so he grabbed her by her small wrists and pinned her against the wall just to throw a better punch at her. I suddenly released her hand and looked away. I didn't want to see her, no, I would feel even more inferior. I couldn't see her hurt and yet I still did it. I met her gaze and we locked eyes with each other. I saw fright hidden deep in her chocolate eyes and besides fear there was tenderness and sorrowfulness along with many other things. But the one that stood out was fright and that wasn't there before. I scarred her and now she'll never understand me in a way that I want her to understand me. I looked at her hand which started to bleed a little and I thought to myself quickly "I couldn't have done that just by grabbing her".
I ran to her and started looking at it, that was until she grabbed it away and ran off the other way. I stood there and watched her small figure running down the hall, not bothering to go after her, knowing that if I do she will only get more scared. The last thing on my mind was that terrifying deep cut in her wrist that were continuously followed by a serious of many little cuts.
She cuts herself, and I'm willing to find out the cause of her doing so.
