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Chapter 13… Hermione sat at her usual table in the back of the library where the biographies of past witches and wizards were. She was well into her studies when she heard footsteps getting closer.
"Mione?" a familiar voice whispered.
Hermione looked up from her work, "Hey Gin."
"Whoa…don't get too excited Mione." Ginny said with an air of sarcasm as she took a seat next to Hermione. "What's up?"
"It's just. Well…I don't know how to explain it." Hermione was frustrated with her lack of words to describe the situation.
"Hermione Granger!? At a loss of words? What has the world come to?" Ginny gave mock surprise. "Could it happen to do with a certain blonde bombshell bad boy?"
"Nice alliteration. Anyways I'm just finishing up checking over Harry's Potions Essay." Rechecking his definitions." Hermione looked back to the paper.
"Ahem! Excuse me, stop avoiding an answer Mione." Ginny leaned over to be closer to Hermione, "Yenno you can actually tell me things."
"Okay…there's nothing going on between us. All the rumors aren't true and it was just one dance, and Dumbledore was there and all." Hermione said all in one breath.
There was about a 30 seconds of silence, mostly Ginny was trying to remember all that Mione had just said.
"I believe you." Ginny said reassuringly.
"You do?" Hermione didn't sound convinced. She put down Harry's Potions Essay.
"Of course I do Mione. Why wouldn't I believe what you'd tell me?" Ginny looked genuinely puzzled.
"I just didn't think anyone would believe me if I actually said all that." Hermione admitted.
"You know what that means don't you."
"No. What does it mean Gin?"
"It means that you don't believe yourself." Ginny looked at Hermione, she looked as if she was on the verge of tears.
"You're right Gin. You're right. I don't believe myself. Just please, whatever happens, let it be okay?" Hermione's words were cryptic, but Ginny understood.
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Draco drifted through Hogwarts halls silently. It was as if he wasn't touching the ground. It was 12 o'clock and a wind from nowhere blew his robes behind him. The moonlight from the windows hit his face perfectly…radiating an ethereal glow.
'It's gorgeous tonight. The dark and the moonlight are perfect. Then, come sunrise when everyone awakes they're no longer are together.'
Draco made his way back to the Prefects common room. He went to his room without a sound.
-Morning-
He woke in sweat. Breathing deeply he took his wand from the table, "Lumos." And the wand's tip lit up. It was early morning and Draco was catching his breath in bed.
'Must she be everywhere!!!'
Draco flicked his wand and the windows opened. Slowly he watched the last of the night fade into light and the darkness and moonlight part. For that day at least.
After he got ready for the day, Draco quickly took his book bag and locked his door behind him. Draco went up to Hermione's door and put his ear against it.
"She's not there, if that's what you were thinking." Hannah said, leaning against her doorframe.
"I wasn't" Draco said under his breath as he went down the stairs and out of the common room.
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Hermione stood at her window. She watched as the sky turned from dark to light. She got ready for the day and sat at the foot of her bed. Breakfast would just barely be starting. She was about to make her way to the great hall to beat the rush, and not see anyone, when she heard a door close softly.
*Click*
Instead of opening her door, she leaned her ear against it. She swore there was someone there when she heard…
"She's not there, if that's what you're thinking." Hannah obviously, telling off… then in the distance she could hear the common room door shut.
Hermione opened the door and looked both ways before she stepped out. She saw Hannah standing there, and looked straight at the door across the hall.
"He's gone." Hannah said as she went towards Hermione.
"Thanks for that. I don't think I could've…"
"Save your explanations for someone else who needs it. I mean that." Hannah made her way down to the common room.
Hermione went down the stairs. Hannah and Ron were having a discussion over Quidditch strategies.
"Hermione, care to come down to the Great Hall for breakfast with us?" Hannah asked from the couch.
"Yeah c'mon Herms. We're about to go." Ron got up.
"I'd love to, but I just realized…I have to do something before double potions." Hermione answered.
"Oh don't remind me. Bloody Hell, Professor Snape and the Slytherins for a double class…this early." Ron wined as he stepped out the common room portrait.
"Hey, some of them aren't that bad." Hannah said to Ron, "Don't you agree Hermione?"
Hermione turned around, to find that Hannah had just stepped out of the common room door. Hermione went back into her room and stuffed something large and black into her bag. Hermione closed her door and walked the 3 meters across the hall to Draco's door. She sighed and put her hand against the door. Hermione felt her heartbeat quicken, it was as if something was tightening her chest. She made her way out the common room and down to the dungeons to the dark potions room.
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"Well look who comes to join us." Harry greeted Hermione as she sat down across from Harry and Ron, next to Ginny, "We saved you a space."
Hermione nodded politely. Trying to avoid another's eyes across the hall.
"Hermione are you alright? You don't seem your regular self." Ginny asked as she poured Hermione a cup of pumpkin juice. Ron nodded compliantly.
"I don't feel so well. Its probably nothing." Hermione answered as she pushed around the food on her plate without actually eating any of it.
"You know I don't feel so well myself, I think I'll have to skip class this morning. I'll just go to Madame Pomphrey after breakfast, get this sickness out of the way…" Ron started.
"Oh no you don't. Mate, you're not getting out of double potions with the Slytherins that easy." Harry bluntly stated, "But I mean Hermione if you don't feel well, you shouldn't torture yourself to two hours of Snape and the Slytherins."
"Thanks Harry, but I think I will be going." Hermione halfheartedly smiled. The smile went unnoticed to most, but not by a certain blonde Slytherin.
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Professor Snape entered his potions class early to recheck that he had all the ingredients needed for today's lesson. He was cautiously scanning the shelf for enough wolfsbane to suffice for two houses, when he looked across the classroom to see a large black cloak lying on a desk. Snape briskly walked to the desk when he remembered that a student in his own house, Draco Malfoy, usually occupied this seat.
Snape picked up the cloak from the desk, it was unquestionably Draco's. The robe was only the most expensive, and the silver fastenings bore the Malfoy crest.
What the cloak was doing in his potions classroom was a different question. Snape thought to put it away and give it to Draco the next time he saw him, then realized the next class was with the Slytherin and Griffindor sixth years. Snape put the cloak back onto the desk.
He noticed a neat piece of parchment that was on the floor, "That certainly wasn't there before, must've fallen out of the pocket." He picked it up.
He stood there reading…
You are my moonlight
In the darkest of nights you appear
Your endless glow
Your mystery
Your whole
You are my moonlight
Always there waiting
My light
My guide
My pleasure
You are my moonlight
But the day has dawned
The darkness has gone
Moon and Night have ceased
We will always have the nightfall
I will remember you as my moon
That lit up my darkest nights
Farewell to thee
It is a new day
And Moon and Night can no longer be
the only way it can, my moonlight
I am willing to become your day
Only if you will become my son
So come to me at sunset and tell me
If You will take a chance and be
My brightest star
If you don't come, I'll assume you're not willing
No pressure
-Your Darkest Night
Snape stood there for what seemed hours. Then placed a now torn piece of parchment back into the pocket, with a pensive look on his face.
"Merlin forgive me." Snape mumbled under his breath as he went to his office.
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Draco entered the cold, dark dungeons classroom with two large lost looking fellows at his sides. He made his way towards his usual seat; at once he noticed the cloak lying on his desk. He quickened his pace and sat at his desk. Draco took the cloak in his hands, remembering the person who had it last. He was about to place the cloak into his bag when he noticed a piece of parchment on his desk.
To himself he read,
You are my moonlight
In the darkest of nights you appear
Your endless glow
Your mystery
Your whole
You are my moonlight
Always there waiting
My light
My guide
My pleasure
You are my moonlight
But the day has dawned
The Darkness has gone
Moon and Night have ceased
We will always have the nightfall
I will remember you as my moon
That lit up my darkest nights
Farewell to thee
Draco was speechless. "Farewell to thee", were the last words on the parchment and the only thing going through his mind.
'Farewell? Farewell?! FAREWELL!?! What the bloody does she mea... oh. Bloody… hell.'
It struck Him. She was saying goodbye. Draco felt his head empty, his stomach churn, his face begin to get red, his throat tighten. Why this was happening was a mystery to him. As the class began to fill Draco used the last of his strength to conceal his emotions.
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Hermione and Harry sat together in the front desks of the potions class. Hermione clutched her sides. She tried her best to keep up with Professor Snape's notes on their latest assignment. Harry could tell there was something definitely wrong with Hermione today.
"Are you alright Hermione?" Harry whispered.
"I'll be alright Harry, don't worry." Hermione answered to Harry.
"Everyone please proceed to take these ingredients. Now." Snape spoke nonchalantly. Harry could tell, he too wasn't his usual self.
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Draco Malfoy was in disarray. He couldn't focus, let alone take notes. Snape asked the class to get their ingredients. Goyle had gotten their ingredients, and Draco had started to brew the potion that was on the board. He didn't even read the name; he just added the ingredients as it said. Let's just say one shouldn't even try to brew a potion while in this kind of distress.
"Malfoy what are you doing? The board clearly says 2 leeches." Snape said as he ran from Neville's cauldron to Draco's.
"Sorry sir." Was the best Draco could reply.
"It's an honest mistake." Snape said as he returned to actually help Neville clean up his work area.
The rest of the class went on like this, strangely enough no points were taken off either house.
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Draco half consciously made his way up to the prefect common room and into his room. He lay on his bed with his returned cloak covering his entire body. The after shock wore off almost completely after some hours. He found himself breathing normal, only to realize he was breathing her in. Her scent was in his robe.
"BLOODY HELL!" He yelled at no one, and sat up. His robe lying limply at the foot of his bed.
Draco read, and reread and reread the note until he could without hesitation recite the entire poem to himself.
"This can't be. It just can't. Bloody Her! She wouldn't." Draco repeated the same thoughts over and over. He began to vent his anger by trashing his room.
Figures sent by his mother, in hundreds of pieces on the floor. Photo Frames with pictures of his family and 'friends', broken on the floor. His bed sheets and mattress disheveled and pushed over. Books scattered on the floor. Parchments on his desk ripped. Clothes in his drawers and closets, thrown around the room.
Finally satisfied with his decorative touch, Draco lay in the middle of his floor.
'I could talk with her. I could. She's already stated her position. Damn it all. Just Damn it all.'
Draco got up and went to his window. He watched as the last of the sunlight disappeared into the night. Once again, the night allowed the moon to shine brightly in the darkness.
"You're mocking me. Its official, the universe has turned against me." Draco scowled. He turned around and swished his wand and mumbled under his breath, and suddenly everything was in its rightful place, fixed and all. Draco climbed into his bed.
'This is what you get for listening to a damn Hufflepuff. Shagging wankers they all are. 'Admit it already Malfoy!' 'Admit it.' Well, that goes to show you, never give in. Ha! I even defied Professor Snape, and he was right all along. Damn him and his bloody experience. How could I do what I did? Just damn it all.'
Draco fell asleep; He still felt his head empty, his stomach churning, his face red, his throat tight. Those feelings had never left, and at this point felt as if they'd never leave.
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Hermione retired to her room after Harry, Ron and Ginny's many failed attempts to get her to eat something or go see Madame Pomphrey. There was exactly 1 hour until sunset. Hermione tried to read; she tried to do her transfigurations homework, her potions homework, her ancient runes homework, and her history of magic essay. None of which got completed or nearly started.
Hermione went through in her head what she would say when she heard the knock at the door, "Come in." and what she would do if the door was never touched.
The sun began to lower onto the horizon she could see this directly through her window. Soon her hands got sweaty, and her heart rate was incredibly fast, and she felt faint.
In minutes the sun had disappeared before her eyes.
Hermione swallowed, 'He's late. He must not notice the time. Yes, that's it.'
After over an hour of waiting long past the sunset, Hermione was under her covers. She didn't know what she felt. It was as if she was hollow, there was nothing in there, nothing but the sound of her heartbeat, and she was even unsure of that. Her chest had never felt so heavy, like she was out of breath and couldn't get any oxygen.
Hermione buried her face into her pillow and slammed her fist onto the bed until she was too tired and finally gave up to the dreamless sleep, which was well into the night.
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That night they both fell into a dreamless sleep, tearstained and all.
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Author's Note--- Don't you love Easter Holiday?! So…what do you think? It's been exactly a month since I've updated! How strange, Chapter 13, updated on the 13th. Please REVIEW now that you've read. I was thinking of making this the end of this story, then make a sequel. What do you think??? Please tell me…
