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Chapter Seven: It's Much, Much. . . Worse
'I have to talk to Mione, she'll never forgive me, I don't think. . . but I have to try. What am I doing I said I would never feel again and I am thinking about the one person that caused that! I think I am going crazy. All well, one of the few things she has taught me is to fallow my instincts.' Draco decided he would go to the library after all that is Mione's favorite place in the world. She claimed it was a way to escape, so why would she be anywhere else now?He walked past the entrance trying to not be noticed from behind the tower of books Hermione had placed on the table in front of her. He began to walk backwards so he could enter without having to turn around. On his second pass he entered the library as quietly as possible. He sat down across from Mione and waited for her to notice his existance.
After waiting about ten minutes he started tapping his fingers on the table impatiently, Hermione looked up slightly annoyed. "What do you want Draco? And what makes you think I wanted to talk to you? Just go away, you have already done enough damage." She said cooly.
"Hermione, I know I am going to regret saying this later, but I don't care I have to tell you. This has been nagging me for a while now, I am so sorry for possibly destroying your friendship and any chance you might have gotten to be with Weasley. I was waiting for the right moment to tell you that you are the only person I have ever cared for and that I Thank you very much for yelling at me in the common room like you did, it really did knock some scence into me. . ." She could tell that he was being completely sincere, but she had the feeling he wasn't telling her something.
"Well apparently not enough." She put down her book and started to get up from her seat. She proceeded to kneel down and pick up her things, by the time she was done and stood up to go Draco had walked around the table and grabbed her by the arm.
"Mione, don't go, I have to talk to you, right here, right now. It's extremely important."
"Don't call me that, and I don't think you're in a possition to make demands eigther, Malfoy!"
"Fine, mudblood two can play at this game!" Draco sneered angrily, "Leave I never want to see your face again!" Draco turned around and stomped off.
He went to the prefects bathroom to bathe, bathing always relaxed him, after that he got pajamas on and to bed. Hermione stalked out of the library as well, and headed for the dorm. she fell asleep in her clothes because she was exausted, the day had been hectic and she was just glad to be alive.
She woke up the next day to see Draco still asleep in front of her. This made her very angry and she had to leave. She was shivering, was she having another panic attack? No, she was just cold. The sun hadn't risen yet and she was trapped here with no one to look at but Malfoy. "Damn," she muttered under her breath, she picked up her pillow and threw it. By mere inches did it miss Draco's head. He flinched, she had to act fast before he woke up. She picked up her wand and levitated the pillow to herself, she then drew the certains on her bed and pretended to sleep.
"Rutty Mudblood, just wants to go back to her precious Weasel. She ruined everything, barging into my life like that, making me feel and then leaving again, I just had to open up, didn't I?" Hermione got a look of shock and horror on her face, maybe a little concern for his sanity too. 'Is that really what he thinks?' Hermione had to know, she slowly opened a crack in her certains so she could see out. She noticed he was asleep, 'he was talking in his sleep! Maybe it was just a bad dream or something.' but that thought just made her more distressed. 'He was having dreams, or nightmares, about her!'
'Ron flipped through the pages of the daily prophet when something caught his eye, "Mrs.Malfoy has dissappered." Heh, poor malfoy, "She has long waist legnth golden blond hair, about 5'5, with emerald green eyes." Stupid Malfoys they deserved something like that, Ron laughed. He heared a loud noise from up stairs, it was his parents fighting again. His face became dark as he saw his mother coming down stairs with fancy parchment in her hand and a sorry look upon her face. They were getting a divorce! How could they do that, after all the family has been threw?!?!
Neville came threw the portrait hole, with Snape trailing not far behind. Neville looked extremely scared and Snape looked like his feelings had been smashed, feelings that Ron didn't know existed. Neville simply turned to Snape and pointed at him, "Ron. . .Professor Snape. . ." Neville paused to gulp,"Married my GRANDMOTHER!" Ron looked like a cow in the path of the Hogwarts Express, He'd actually seen it before and at the time he found the expression hilarious. Snape then began to babble on about wanting to take Neville golfing.
"Ron, he's been like that all day and I still haven't got a clue what 'Gul-fin' is. That's why I came to you, thought you might know, cause of your father." Ron glared at him. "Please don't talk about my parents. . . and no I don't, cept that old men like playing it." "Well that explains why Snape wants to play it so much." Neville replied. Snape grabbed some candy out of his pocket and insisted Ron and Neville eat it. "I want to be a good grandfather! And spoil my little Nevy-poo! And all his cute little friends!" 'Did Snape just call me cute? Well, this was worse than I thought.' Ron was mortified, this day was just too weird. "Nevy, we have to get you back to your grandmother's." Neville looked like the sky was falling then whispered in Ron's ear, "I used to be scared of Snape before, but this's worse!" Then Neville and Snape left the common room.
After they'd left Ron, they went to Malfoy Manor, which Neville was very confused about, to say the least.
"Just a second, Nevy, I'll be right out." Snape walked into the manor and Neville was left alone. He waited a few minutes in silence until angry screams coming from Draco were finally heard. "Get outta my room! And STOP POKING ME!" Ten minutes later Snape came out of the manor with an infuriated Draco, with a horrible case of bed head, right behind him.
"Alright old man, what's this about and why is Longbottom here?" Malfoy gave Neville a percing stare.
"Oh you'll see in a moment and Nevy's my new grandson!" 'Snape hadn't even reacted to the old man remark, And did he just call Longbottom 'Nevy'?' Draco was digusted and confused but followed the two of em anyway.
After being dragged through two bogs, over Three Bridges, and not being permitted to ride brooms, the group reached the Longbottom house. Snape taped lightly on the door and a stern looking woman walked out. The boys flinched at the sight of her and waited for her to join their ranks.
Before long they were at the 'store', Draco walked in and nearly threw up at the sight of the frilly pink 'things' that filled it. He then remembered the sign on the front, it had read, 'life size Barbie clothes', whatever that was it was obviously bad. Draco noticed a pair of pink elephant pj's that he could have sworn he'd seen Neville in. The adults noticed that the boys were trying to escape so they pinched their ears and dragged them through the store.
"Ma'am, I've got no problem with you forcing. . . 'Nevy' in these clothes, he's you grandkid, but why am I here?" Mrs. Longbottom justed laughed,
"Didn't you know, your dad's getting hiched and you're the flower girl!" Snape edged closer to Draco holding the frilliest dress imagionable. Draco eyed the dress in horror then spoke.
"Who's he marrying?" Draco hit Snape on the hand.
"Who's he marrying? Well THAT'S rich! Mrs. Weasley of course!" Draco merely screamed, everyone looked at him a minute then continued on their way.
That night, after the wedding, Ron came into Malfoy Manor Fuming.
"What a minute, you're not. . . are you?" Draco was petrified with fear.
"Moving in? Yes. Mum's me leagal guardian, . . . Bro." Both of them suddenly got something stuck in their throats and started hacking. Then once that was over began to argue over who'd move out first and didn't stop until Hermione waltzed in.
"Hermione, Join the dark side, we've got cookies!" Ron looked enviously at him.
"Cookie dough too?" she asked all starry-eyed.
"Of course! We stole it from the Gryffindors last week!"
"That's where it went, YOU SNAKE!" Ron screamed.
"Then by all means, take me to your leader!" Hermione took Draco's arm.
"Hermione my dear, this's Ron's worst nightmare, I AM the leader."'
"Nooooooo!!!!!!!!!!" Ron Screamed. Waking up the other boys in the dorm.
"Ron," Harry said,"what's the matter, is it the tap dancing spiders again?"
"No," Ron whispered," it's much, much. . . worse. I want em to stop."
"Well you tell em Ron."
"But I con't!" Ron whined.
"Well don't worry, it's just a dream Ron."
"Alright," Ron spoke weakly, then collapsed into sleep.