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Chapter 14: I surrender. Draco spent much of his Sunday thinking about what he told Hermione the day before. He replayed the conversation in his head millions of times.
"If I hadn't done what I did, you would have never realized how important your life is and how valuable you are to me." Draco finished, and Hermione's idle prattle ceased immediately.
She opened her mouth many times to speak but no sound came out. Finally when she regained control of her voice she asked.
"What are you saying Draco?"
"I don't know. What do you think I'm saying?"
Everything he had bottled up inside him about her, erupted yesterday when she attempted to take her life, rid herself from his presence forever, something he couldn't handle. If Hermione ended her life the loss would destroy him. She was the closest thing he had to comfort and he took her for granted.
Draco didn't realize how much he cared for her until yesterday. He cherished her, yes, but was he falling in love with her, or is the love already there? It was hard to tell. However this did prove something, he did need her more that he thought he did, something she pointed days ago.
All day, he had been working his brain trying to find the answers to the questions only his heart can answer. Only time can tell or bring about obstacles that allow you to prove yourself.
Dinner was almost over so he didn't bother going. Instead Draco headed to the Hospital Wing to continue his healing session with Madame Pomfrey, who seemed to be very ill tempered lately. He heard some rumors about her going through menopause.
During the Quidditch match, he had broken two bones, busted a lip, and bruised a cheek. She managed to heal the bruise and busted lip but not the broken bones. Draco spent at least five minutes in the Hospital wing before he was able to leave.
Mending the last bone Madame Pomfrey said. "Well Mr. Malfoy, you're all fixed up. At least you didn't fall as bad as Potter did. Poor boy," She stopped to shake her head. "A broken nose, leg, arm, and a multitude of bruises, takes quite a while to mend."
Dangerous game it is, Quidditch!" She finished gathering her materials together and dimming the lights.
"Well off you go. Dinner is over I suppose." And with that Draco took off.
He tottered through the halls starring off into the twilight through the massive windows. Still dazing off, he rounded the corner and hit something really hard. It wasn't the usual hard; it was soft enough to be classified as something else.
A massive "thump" echoed all through the corridor which was followed by a groan. Draco shot up in surprise but quickly changed his expression to his trade mark smirk when he saw who he had knocked down, the red haired weasel.
Harry helped Ron recollect himself, pulling him up by the collar.
"Watch it Weasley." Draco growled.
"Ah Malfoy...just the man we were looking for." Harry said smiling wickedly.
"Listen we know what you're up to. Leave Hermione alone. We don't want her associating with scrums like you." Ron spoke up dusting him self off.
"Who are you to make decisions for her?" Malfoy spat. He was getting very angry at how bold they could be.
"Who are we? Malfoy you've got one hell of a nerve asking that question." Ron yelled. He loved to get Ron all worked up but it seemed as though Harry wasn't affected by it at all. It was time to cut a little deeper.
"Who are we? Who the bloody hell are you Malfoy," Harry said still smiling like a maniac.
"I believe that you're not in any position to ask questions Malfoy. Am I wrong?" with every word his grin widened into a huge smile, like he was immensely pleased with him self.
Draco's smirk widened also as the thought of what he was planning next affect Potty and Weasel.
"I believe I am. I'm the one being ambushed, right?" Draco laughed as the words escaped his lips. Ron shook with anger and Harry seemed slightly perturbed.
"It's time that I let you in on our little secret Potter, though it might kill you to hear this." Draco said rubbing his chin casually. Harry's eyes flashed dangerously.
"Go ahead Malfoy. I know you'd love to see me whiter in pain. Try me. I'm listening."
Draco began to circle Harry eyeing him from head to toe before standing before him again. "You think you know Hermione don't you? Let me tell you. You know nothing about her. You haven't got a clue who she really is,"
Ron ran his hand through his fiery red hair and garbled something incoherent. Harry stood terribly still as though moving would brake him into a thousand pieces. If Draco could voice his word advice he'd tell them to hold on because it gets worse. He was about to plunge a knife through their hearts by just speaking.
"Let me ask you something. Who's her source of solace when her two idiot friends abandon her? Who does she confide in? Who's saved her life more than once? Who's in her arms every night? Who does she wake up with in the morning? Who knows her "true" story?"
Both Harry and Ron were silent. Ron looked frantically around for a seat, being that his legs could no longer support him. Harry closed his eyes and bit his lip really hard after the painful revelation. He looked as though wind could knock him over.
"Any guesses?" Draco asked looked at both Harry and Ron.
"It's me Potter. It will always be me." He finished a bit more firmly than he expected to.
Slowly Ron calmly approached Draco. His face was an angry mask. Draco was the least bit intimidated.
Ron began "I hate you."
"Well that's news." He replied sarcastically. He watched as Ron bit his lip so hard that it bleed. His deed was done. Hurt and a lot more things were coursing through Ron's veins like a drug and it showed.
He took a deep breath before speaking. His breathing was unstable. When he spoke he spoke in a dangerous tone.
"Look Malfoy, for the past six years you've made my life a living hell. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were Satan himself. Although you were the cause of my misery most of the time I never let you get to me, because I had my two best friends..Harry and Hermione but now..," he paused.
Ron looked as though he were close to tears. His voice began to crack as he fought back tears. Before speaking again, he swallowed hard and stabilized his voice.
"Now Malfoy, you've taken away something very dear to me. The only person I've ever loved with all my heart. If you think you won a battle Malfoy, think again. The war didn't even start. All you've done is add to the pain and I swear you'll pay." He finished walking away.
Draco stood there simply surprised. He never knew Ron felt that way about Hermione but now he was too late. Hermione was his and no one was going to take her away from him.
Draco stood still in his spot and said "I know you'd love it when I'm dead Weasley, but think about it before you actually kill." Draco spun around and began to walk away.
Before disappearing into the darkness he turned back and said. "You wouldn't like to see the look on Hermione's face when she found out the love of her life was brutally murdered by her supposed best friends, would you?"
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Hermione Granger, Head Girl, patrolled the halls just as she was instructed to, but she wasn't paying much attention to any disobedient little children. Her mind remained on Draco.
Hermione wasn't a stupid girl. It was obvious what he was saying, she just didn't want to believe it. Just a few months ago she swore to never be someone's "property" now she found herself in the exact situation she wished to avoid.
It seemed as though Draco was claiming her as his. It was easy to fall in love with him. He had the charm and that's what she feared.
Hermione understood fully well if she got caught up she wouldn't be able to control her self, untangle a web of feelings, so why should she? Why should she hold back?
Hermione found her self itching to talk to Draco. If she left just for a few minutes Dumbledore would understand. It wouldn't hurt to take a break. As fast as she could cut through the halls, Hermione scurried to the Head Boy and Head Girl chambers.
Bursting in the room, to her pleasure, it was not empty. Draco sat in one of the two large armchairs, patiently waiting as though he was expecting Hermione. The room was exceptionally dark, except for a few lit candles and the fire burning brightly.
"Hi." Hermione whispered.
"I was wondering when you were going to come." He replied.
"Why? What's -" Hermione started but stopped when Draco cut her off with a wave of his hand.
"I had the displeasure of meeting your boyfriends today. They seemed very happy to see me." He started. His tone was unusually calm but cold at the same time. His blue gray eyes seem to stand out in the dark room.
"Oh. Did they hurt you? Draco this is -." Hermione rushed forward to examine Draco's face but he swatted her hand away, a gesture that made her flinch.
"No they didn't do anything to me. They just wanted to have a little chat."
"About.." she prompted.
"It doesn't matter. Let's just say what I told them didn't please them," Hermione covered her mouth. "At all." He finished.
"Draco.. you know this is going to start problems, very big problems." Hermione rambled on.
He placed a finger on her lips to hush her and she placed her head on his shoulder. It still irked him to know that Ron would dare love what he loved. He knew fully well that this would start problems.
He simply reopened closed wounds, so to speak. In spite of this he didn't feel like dealing with all these problems. If he could just run away, he'd leave this minute.
"Hermione," he started running his hand through her hair. "If you could fly away, where would it be?"
"Italy!! I would love to visit there someday!" Draco laughed at her enthusiasm.
"So let's go now. We can just runaway, escape all this madness." He whispered for only Hermione to hear bringing her face to his. She shivered a little bit and turned her face away from his. Her sudden shyness bothered him.
"No, not now." She replied sounding fatigued.
"Well then, someday ma' lady we'll go. I promise you that."
"Don't make empty promises Draco," Hermione said looking up at him. Her understanding brown eyes lost all their warmth. "If I could fly away right now, I'd go somewhere where happiness and peace is promised." She continued.
Hermione looked up at Draco. He was incredibly handsome. It hurt her to see him hurt. Everything about him she loved or learned to love. Harry and Ron never made her feel this way. No one had ever made her feel this way.
This feeling was unexplainable, it didn't make sense. There was absolutely no logic behind it and that's why she trusted it. Hermione was tired or reasoning, her life was mad up of it, and look what kind of disaster that turned out to be. That is until Draco entered her life.
Would she be a fool to make this decision? She wasn't thinking right. Her brain didn't to work properly, but somehow she knew it was right. It just felt right.
Hermione decided that she had to choose a path in which she felt was safe.
"I surrender." Hermione whispered to no one in particular. Draco had dozed off. She looked up at his beautiful face that was illuminated by the candlelight and thought ,
"I surrender my heart to Draco Malfoy."
Chapter 14: I surrender. Draco spent much of his Sunday thinking about what he told Hermione the day before. He replayed the conversation in his head millions of times.
"If I hadn't done what I did, you would have never realized how important your life is and how valuable you are to me." Draco finished, and Hermione's idle prattle ceased immediately.
She opened her mouth many times to speak but no sound came out. Finally when she regained control of her voice she asked.
"What are you saying Draco?"
"I don't know. What do you think I'm saying?"
Everything he had bottled up inside him about her, erupted yesterday when she attempted to take her life, rid herself from his presence forever, something he couldn't handle. If Hermione ended her life the loss would destroy him. She was the closest thing he had to comfort and he took her for granted.
Draco didn't realize how much he cared for her until yesterday. He cherished her, yes, but was he falling in love with her, or is the love already there? It was hard to tell. However this did prove something, he did need her more that he thought he did, something she pointed days ago.
All day, he had been working his brain trying to find the answers to the questions only his heart can answer. Only time can tell or bring about obstacles that allow you to prove yourself.
Dinner was almost over so he didn't bother going. Instead Draco headed to the Hospital Wing to continue his healing session with Madame Pomfrey, who seemed to be very ill tempered lately. He heard some rumors about her going through menopause.
During the Quidditch match, he had broken two bones, busted a lip, and bruised a cheek. She managed to heal the bruise and busted lip but not the broken bones. Draco spent at least five minutes in the Hospital wing before he was able to leave.
Mending the last bone Madame Pomfrey said. "Well Mr. Malfoy, you're all fixed up. At least you didn't fall as bad as Potter did. Poor boy," She stopped to shake her head. "A broken nose, leg, arm, and a multitude of bruises, takes quite a while to mend."
Dangerous game it is, Quidditch!" She finished gathering her materials together and dimming the lights.
"Well off you go. Dinner is over I suppose." And with that Draco took off.
He tottered through the halls starring off into the twilight through the massive windows. Still dazing off, he rounded the corner and hit something really hard. It wasn't the usual hard; it was soft enough to be classified as something else.
A massive "thump" echoed all through the corridor which was followed by a groan. Draco shot up in surprise but quickly changed his expression to his trade mark smirk when he saw who he had knocked down, the red haired weasel.
Harry helped Ron recollect himself, pulling him up by the collar.
"Watch it Weasley." Draco growled.
"Ah Malfoy...just the man we were looking for." Harry said smiling wickedly.
"Listen we know what you're up to. Leave Hermione alone. We don't want her associating with scrums like you." Ron spoke up dusting him self off.
"Who are you to make decisions for her?" Malfoy spat. He was getting very angry at how bold they could be.
"Who are we? Malfoy you've got one hell of a nerve asking that question." Ron yelled. He loved to get Ron all worked up but it seemed as though Harry wasn't affected by it at all. It was time to cut a little deeper.
"Who are we? Who the bloody hell are you Malfoy," Harry said still smiling like a maniac.
"I believe that you're not in any position to ask questions Malfoy. Am I wrong?" with every word his grin widened into a huge smile, like he was immensely pleased with him self.
Draco's smirk widened also as the thought of what he was planning next affect Potty and Weasel.
"I believe I am. I'm the one being ambushed, right?" Draco laughed as the words escaped his lips. Ron shook with anger and Harry seemed slightly perturbed.
"It's time that I let you in on our little secret Potter, though it might kill you to hear this." Draco said rubbing his chin casually. Harry's eyes flashed dangerously.
"Go ahead Malfoy. I know you'd love to see me whiter in pain. Try me. I'm listening."
Draco began to circle Harry eyeing him from head to toe before standing before him again. "You think you know Hermione don't you? Let me tell you. You know nothing about her. You haven't got a clue who she really is,"
Ron ran his hand through his fiery red hair and garbled something incoherent. Harry stood terribly still as though moving would brake him into a thousand pieces. If Draco could voice his word advice he'd tell them to hold on because it gets worse. He was about to plunge a knife through their hearts by just speaking.
"Let me ask you something. Who's her source of solace when her two idiot friends abandon her? Who does she confide in? Who's saved her life more than once? Who's in her arms every night? Who does she wake up with in the morning? Who knows her "true" story?"
Both Harry and Ron were silent. Ron looked frantically around for a seat, being that his legs could no longer support him. Harry closed his eyes and bit his lip really hard after the painful revelation. He looked as though wind could knock him over.
"Any guesses?" Draco asked looked at both Harry and Ron.
"It's me Potter. It will always be me." He finished a bit more firmly than he expected to.
Slowly Ron calmly approached Draco. His face was an angry mask. Draco was the least bit intimidated.
Ron began "I hate you."
"Well that's news." He replied sarcastically. He watched as Ron bit his lip so hard that it bleed. His deed was done. Hurt and a lot more things were coursing through Ron's veins like a drug and it showed.
He took a deep breath before speaking. His breathing was unstable. When he spoke he spoke in a dangerous tone.
"Look Malfoy, for the past six years you've made my life a living hell. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were Satan himself. Although you were the cause of my misery most of the time I never let you get to me, because I had my two best friends..Harry and Hermione but now..," he paused.
Ron looked as though he were close to tears. His voice began to crack as he fought back tears. Before speaking again, he swallowed hard and stabilized his voice.
"Now Malfoy, you've taken away something very dear to me. The only person I've ever loved with all my heart. If you think you won a battle Malfoy, think again. The war didn't even start. All you've done is add to the pain and I swear you'll pay." He finished walking away.
Draco stood there simply surprised. He never knew Ron felt that way about Hermione but now he was too late. Hermione was his and no one was going to take her away from him.
Draco stood still in his spot and said "I know you'd love it when I'm dead Weasley, but think about it before you actually kill." Draco spun around and began to walk away.
Before disappearing into the darkness he turned back and said. "You wouldn't like to see the look on Hermione's face when she found out the love of her life was brutally murdered by her supposed best friends, would you?"
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Hermione Granger, Head Girl, patrolled the halls just as she was instructed to, but she wasn't paying much attention to any disobedient little children. Her mind remained on Draco.
Hermione wasn't a stupid girl. It was obvious what he was saying, she just didn't want to believe it. Just a few months ago she swore to never be someone's "property" now she found herself in the exact situation she wished to avoid.
It seemed as though Draco was claiming her as his. It was easy to fall in love with him. He had the charm and that's what she feared.
Hermione understood fully well if she got caught up she wouldn't be able to control her self, untangle a web of feelings, so why should she? Why should she hold back?
Hermione found her self itching to talk to Draco. If she left just for a few minutes Dumbledore would understand. It wouldn't hurt to take a break. As fast as she could cut through the halls, Hermione scurried to the Head Boy and Head Girl chambers.
Bursting in the room, to her pleasure, it was not empty. Draco sat in one of the two large armchairs, patiently waiting as though he was expecting Hermione. The room was exceptionally dark, except for a few lit candles and the fire burning brightly.
"Hi." Hermione whispered.
"I was wondering when you were going to come." He replied.
"Why? What's -" Hermione started but stopped when Draco cut her off with a wave of his hand.
"I had the displeasure of meeting your boyfriends today. They seemed very happy to see me." He started. His tone was unusually calm but cold at the same time. His blue gray eyes seem to stand out in the dark room.
"Oh. Did they hurt you? Draco this is -." Hermione rushed forward to examine Draco's face but he swatted her hand away, a gesture that made her flinch.
"No they didn't do anything to me. They just wanted to have a little chat."
"About.." she prompted.
"It doesn't matter. Let's just say what I told them didn't please them," Hermione covered her mouth. "At all." He finished.
"Draco.. you know this is going to start problems, very big problems." Hermione rambled on.
He placed a finger on her lips to hush her and she placed her head on his shoulder. It still irked him to know that Ron would dare love what he loved. He knew fully well that this would start problems.
He simply reopened closed wounds, so to speak. In spite of this he didn't feel like dealing with all these problems. If he could just run away, he'd leave this minute.
"Hermione," he started running his hand through her hair. "If you could fly away, where would it be?"
"Italy!! I would love to visit there someday!" Draco laughed at her enthusiasm.
"So let's go now. We can just runaway, escape all this madness." He whispered for only Hermione to hear bringing her face to his. She shivered a little bit and turned her face away from his. Her sudden shyness bothered him.
"No, not now." She replied sounding fatigued.
"Well then, someday ma' lady we'll go. I promise you that."
"Don't make empty promises Draco," Hermione said looking up at him. Her understanding brown eyes lost all their warmth. "If I could fly away right now, I'd go somewhere where happiness and peace is promised." She continued.
Hermione looked up at Draco. He was incredibly handsome. It hurt her to see him hurt. Everything about him she loved or learned to love. Harry and Ron never made her feel this way. No one had ever made her feel this way.
This feeling was unexplainable, it didn't make sense. There was absolutely no logic behind it and that's why she trusted it. Hermione was tired or reasoning, her life was mad up of it, and look what kind of disaster that turned out to be. That is until Draco entered her life.
Would she be a fool to make this decision? She wasn't thinking right. Her brain didn't to work properly, but somehow she knew it was right. It just felt right.
Hermione decided that she had to choose a path in which she felt was safe.
"I surrender." Hermione whispered to no one in particular. Draco had dozed off. She looked up at his beautiful face that was illuminated by the candlelight and thought ,
"I surrender my heart to Draco Malfoy."
