(A/N: I can't even tell ya'll how sorry I am for going this long without
updating!!! I went on vacation with all my friends to Washington D.C. for
the week! It was great fun but I felt very guilty after reading the
reviews! Forgive me? So I'm going to stop talking so ya'll can start
reading! Thanks for understanding! Hugs, Haystack)
To my lovely reviewers:
SamboTheGreat: Glad you want more! I apologize for the long update! Hope this made you better! Lol...thanks for reviewing.
Dracoisahottie13: Don't feel bad about "pushing me" it's very encouraging! Congrats on graduating yourself! It is hard finding time to update, even in the summer, as I'm very busy but hopefully that should slow down soon. I'm sorry to say there isn't any Draco/Hermione interaction with each other this chapter though there is Draco and there is Hermione. Next chapter, I promise!
Orchid6297: I always kind of had a hunch that if Ron and Hermione didn't get together it'd be Lavender and Ron. I don't know, just another of my theories. As for PoA...I don't know if you know but Cuaron was told by J.K. Rowling herself to remain faithful to the "spirit" of the book instead of being literal. There is quite a bit cut but if Rowling is satisfied, then of course I am!! Other than that, the only new things are the memory Harry selects for his patronus and Hermione has a stone throwing and werewolf- calling bit. But the movie is AMAZING! I've seen it four times, and maybe again tonight for a fifth!
Pyroprincess4rmeverwood: Glad you think it's good. Sorry bout the update! But don't worry about vacation. I'm guilty as well!
Regina-terrae: Pleased you liked it!!! Thanks for reviewing and again, sorry for the update!
Usual Disclaimer
...and so the story continues... CHAPTER TEN: OF FEATHERS AND FIRE
Draco had no recollection of his trip back to the Slytherin common room. He saw no shapes or colors, only blurs. He heard nothing but his own ragged breaths, Felt nothing but his life suddenly collapsing on top of him.
Stumbling in the darkness Draco tried to make his mind numb. He wanted to feel no more. But unfortunately for him, his mind wouldn't stop racing.
The image of Ron kissing Hermione, etched into his mind, wouldn't stop playing over and over again, as if he watched it enough times, he might find a hidden clue, a clue that could unravel this mystery, and his pain. But as he saw it, Ron had simply kissed her, and Hermione had been more than willing.
It didn't make sense. How many times had Hermione told him that she loved him? That she would never leave? That she could never love another? Draco had always been aware of the special relationship between the golden trio; everyone saw it. And even with Harry dead, the chemistry, the genuine care and love for each other, stayed intact. But everyone also knew that the two were just the closest of friends, and if nothing had happened after all these years, then they obviously had only feelings of friendship for the other. When had all of this disappeared?
Mind resting on anther memory of the evening, Draco became only more confused. Ron had been shouting at Hermione. He'd been screaming bloody hell at her. And if Draco knew one thing through all of this, it was that Hermione didn't take things like that nicely. Then why in Merlin's name would she kiss him? Draco shook his head, it was too baffling and the fact still remained that she had kissed him, actually taking it a step farther by deepening the evil kiss.
Finally arriving at the portrait to the Slytherin common room, Draco muttered the password, tripping a bit over his feet and made his way up to his bed where he immediately collapsed, mind finally numb.
Hermione reached her portrait hole, where the painting was currently sleeping, and entered her common room, only to find it empty. Worried, she looked to the wall where the clock read two in the morning. Feeling a bit disappointed that Draco didn't leave without a note or saying goodbye and guilty for staying with Ron so late, she silently climbed the staircase to her room where she fell asleep.
Morning came way too quickly for Draco. Moaning as the tapping of an owl on his window refused to cease, he gingerly got out of bed, shuffling his feet to the window that he threw open. The owl swooped gracefully into the room landing on Draco's outstretched arm. Grabbing the letter hastily from its talons and sending it off again he glanced down at the letter, and as he did, his heart stopped beating. It was from Hermione. He could tell...there! The word DRACO written in her elegant penmanship that he'd learned to recognize and love.
Rage, too strong to control, erupted. Without even breaking the seal, Draco ripped the letter to shreds. How dare she write him after last night? Breathing excessively, but the fire receiving the letter had brought, refusing to die, Draco made his way over to his bed, grabbed a pillow, and ripped that too. He was so angry that even the feathers floating lazily about in the air, carelessly, as if the white objects had no care and were perfectly content in the world that they lived in, angered him. Grabbing a few of them, he stormed to the fireplace where he threw the angelic items into the licking flames where they immediately turned an evil black and shriveled away into nothingness.
Practically panting, Draco's eyes became transfixed on the flames, until finally, a few moments later, he collapsed onto the rug before the fire. And it was there the tears found him, along with an immense feeling of hopelessness and despair that overpowered any other thought in Draco's mind.
Hermione couldn't figure out why she had risen early. Lying in her bed, she stared at the scarlet Gryffindor curtains that hung benevolently around her, unable to put her finger to it. A few moments passed but then finally it occurred to her. Draco.
Not wanting to waste another moment, she quickly ran to her desk, opening the drawer that held parchment. Regaining composer she straightened her hair with her fingers and dipped her quill into the ink.
Dear Draco,
I feel quite terrible about last night. I realized when I came in, that I had told you an hour even when it was three. I don't blame you for leaving; I just thought I'd let you know that I'm sorry. It took a few hours longer because I got stopped by Ron. He had a sort of emotional breakdown, and I had to...well I had sort things out. I hope you'll forgive me. I'll see you at breakfast. I love you.
Your Hermione.
The walk to the owlery was a brisk one. The cool morning air escaping through open windows aligning the corridors graced Hermione's face, making her smile. Selecting an owl and sending him off, she smiled again. Things were really looking up. Turning around and leaving the owl to fly off into the sunrise she hurried to the Great Hall for breakfast to wait for Draco.
Almost all of the students had arrived for breakfast and Hermione was starting to worry. Draco hadn't shown. Looking around nervously she finally spotted Blaise Zambini walking through the massive doors that led to the Great Hall with Pansy Parkinson following behind him.
"Blaise!" He turned around surprised
"Hermione? What are you doing out here?"
"I was waiting for Draco. He hasn't come yet and I'm starting to worry." At this, Pansy scowled, she was one of the few remaining who had not at all accepted their relationship.
"Oh. Hate to break it to you but Draco's not coming to breakfast today. I'd be surprised if he comes to classes either."
"Why not? What happened?" Hermione asked surprised
"I don't really know. But he's a mess. He was sleeping on the floor with all these feathers from his pillow and pieces of paper around him. And his eyes were all blotchy. Poor Bloke."
But before Blaise could say another word, Hermione was running.
(A/N: I'm sorry for the short chapter but I figured it was better to get a short one out there than making ya'll wait longer for a longer one. I'm going to try my hardest to get Chapter Eleven out there as fast as possible. In the meantime, REVIEW!!!!!!
Hugs Haystack)
To my lovely reviewers:
SamboTheGreat: Glad you want more! I apologize for the long update! Hope this made you better! Lol...thanks for reviewing.
Dracoisahottie13: Don't feel bad about "pushing me" it's very encouraging! Congrats on graduating yourself! It is hard finding time to update, even in the summer, as I'm very busy but hopefully that should slow down soon. I'm sorry to say there isn't any Draco/Hermione interaction with each other this chapter though there is Draco and there is Hermione. Next chapter, I promise!
Orchid6297: I always kind of had a hunch that if Ron and Hermione didn't get together it'd be Lavender and Ron. I don't know, just another of my theories. As for PoA...I don't know if you know but Cuaron was told by J.K. Rowling herself to remain faithful to the "spirit" of the book instead of being literal. There is quite a bit cut but if Rowling is satisfied, then of course I am!! Other than that, the only new things are the memory Harry selects for his patronus and Hermione has a stone throwing and werewolf- calling bit. But the movie is AMAZING! I've seen it four times, and maybe again tonight for a fifth!
Pyroprincess4rmeverwood: Glad you think it's good. Sorry bout the update! But don't worry about vacation. I'm guilty as well!
Regina-terrae: Pleased you liked it!!! Thanks for reviewing and again, sorry for the update!
Usual Disclaimer
...and so the story continues... CHAPTER TEN: OF FEATHERS AND FIRE
Draco had no recollection of his trip back to the Slytherin common room. He saw no shapes or colors, only blurs. He heard nothing but his own ragged breaths, Felt nothing but his life suddenly collapsing on top of him.
Stumbling in the darkness Draco tried to make his mind numb. He wanted to feel no more. But unfortunately for him, his mind wouldn't stop racing.
The image of Ron kissing Hermione, etched into his mind, wouldn't stop playing over and over again, as if he watched it enough times, he might find a hidden clue, a clue that could unravel this mystery, and his pain. But as he saw it, Ron had simply kissed her, and Hermione had been more than willing.
It didn't make sense. How many times had Hermione told him that she loved him? That she would never leave? That she could never love another? Draco had always been aware of the special relationship between the golden trio; everyone saw it. And even with Harry dead, the chemistry, the genuine care and love for each other, stayed intact. But everyone also knew that the two were just the closest of friends, and if nothing had happened after all these years, then they obviously had only feelings of friendship for the other. When had all of this disappeared?
Mind resting on anther memory of the evening, Draco became only more confused. Ron had been shouting at Hermione. He'd been screaming bloody hell at her. And if Draco knew one thing through all of this, it was that Hermione didn't take things like that nicely. Then why in Merlin's name would she kiss him? Draco shook his head, it was too baffling and the fact still remained that she had kissed him, actually taking it a step farther by deepening the evil kiss.
Finally arriving at the portrait to the Slytherin common room, Draco muttered the password, tripping a bit over his feet and made his way up to his bed where he immediately collapsed, mind finally numb.
Hermione reached her portrait hole, where the painting was currently sleeping, and entered her common room, only to find it empty. Worried, she looked to the wall where the clock read two in the morning. Feeling a bit disappointed that Draco didn't leave without a note or saying goodbye and guilty for staying with Ron so late, she silently climbed the staircase to her room where she fell asleep.
Morning came way too quickly for Draco. Moaning as the tapping of an owl on his window refused to cease, he gingerly got out of bed, shuffling his feet to the window that he threw open. The owl swooped gracefully into the room landing on Draco's outstretched arm. Grabbing the letter hastily from its talons and sending it off again he glanced down at the letter, and as he did, his heart stopped beating. It was from Hermione. He could tell...there! The word DRACO written in her elegant penmanship that he'd learned to recognize and love.
Rage, too strong to control, erupted. Without even breaking the seal, Draco ripped the letter to shreds. How dare she write him after last night? Breathing excessively, but the fire receiving the letter had brought, refusing to die, Draco made his way over to his bed, grabbed a pillow, and ripped that too. He was so angry that even the feathers floating lazily about in the air, carelessly, as if the white objects had no care and were perfectly content in the world that they lived in, angered him. Grabbing a few of them, he stormed to the fireplace where he threw the angelic items into the licking flames where they immediately turned an evil black and shriveled away into nothingness.
Practically panting, Draco's eyes became transfixed on the flames, until finally, a few moments later, he collapsed onto the rug before the fire. And it was there the tears found him, along with an immense feeling of hopelessness and despair that overpowered any other thought in Draco's mind.
Hermione couldn't figure out why she had risen early. Lying in her bed, she stared at the scarlet Gryffindor curtains that hung benevolently around her, unable to put her finger to it. A few moments passed but then finally it occurred to her. Draco.
Not wanting to waste another moment, she quickly ran to her desk, opening the drawer that held parchment. Regaining composer she straightened her hair with her fingers and dipped her quill into the ink.
Dear Draco,
I feel quite terrible about last night. I realized when I came in, that I had told you an hour even when it was three. I don't blame you for leaving; I just thought I'd let you know that I'm sorry. It took a few hours longer because I got stopped by Ron. He had a sort of emotional breakdown, and I had to...well I had sort things out. I hope you'll forgive me. I'll see you at breakfast. I love you.
Your Hermione.
The walk to the owlery was a brisk one. The cool morning air escaping through open windows aligning the corridors graced Hermione's face, making her smile. Selecting an owl and sending him off, she smiled again. Things were really looking up. Turning around and leaving the owl to fly off into the sunrise she hurried to the Great Hall for breakfast to wait for Draco.
Almost all of the students had arrived for breakfast and Hermione was starting to worry. Draco hadn't shown. Looking around nervously she finally spotted Blaise Zambini walking through the massive doors that led to the Great Hall with Pansy Parkinson following behind him.
"Blaise!" He turned around surprised
"Hermione? What are you doing out here?"
"I was waiting for Draco. He hasn't come yet and I'm starting to worry." At this, Pansy scowled, she was one of the few remaining who had not at all accepted their relationship.
"Oh. Hate to break it to you but Draco's not coming to breakfast today. I'd be surprised if he comes to classes either."
"Why not? What happened?" Hermione asked surprised
"I don't really know. But he's a mess. He was sleeping on the floor with all these feathers from his pillow and pieces of paper around him. And his eyes were all blotchy. Poor Bloke."
But before Blaise could say another word, Hermione was running.
(A/N: I'm sorry for the short chapter but I figured it was better to get a short one out there than making ya'll wait longer for a longer one. I'm going to try my hardest to get Chapter Eleven out there as fast as possible. In the meantime, REVIEW!!!!!!
Hugs Haystack)