HOW DARE YOU HATE DRACO!!!! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND... AND DO SOMETHING BAD!!!!
Sorry I haven't updated in such a long time. Tests. Need I say more?
Thank you for all your feedback... no matter how nauseating they are about my poor hurt confused and misunderstood Draco.
I didn't really get time to edit it for mistakes though... since everyone was buggering me to update already.. so bear with me...
I'm coming to get you,
A voice whispered to him. His scar began to hurt.
Coming,
A vivid image of his parent's murder flashed in front of him. Sweat beaded his forehead as he shook and turned, trying to run from such a traumatic sight.
Coming,
A girl ran pass, her steamed breath remained in the cold atmosphere.
Coming,
Hermione.
Hermione ran and ran and ran. But the hooded figure caught her. The scream resounded down the dark hallway. He just stood there, unmoving... he couldn't move. His love was being killed right in from of him.
I'm coming.
He couldn't move.
I'm going to get you,
He tried to help Hermione; his world was destroyed in front of him.
I'm coming,
The hooded figure, glided away; as soon as it was too far to see; Harry regained control over his muscles. He ran sharply to her. Blood.
There was blood everywhere, pools of blood. Too much blood.
He wept uncontrollably and sunk on to his knees beside her. It was too late.
...For you...
"NO!!!" roared Harry, with such force that woke him from his dream. However, no one in his dorm seemed to be woken by such noise. He even heard Neville snoring lightly, peacefully asleep.
He sat up from his bed. He knew, then, it would never work out with Hermione, no matter how much they loved each other.
He'd never be so selfish as to let Hermione die fro the sake of his love for her... even her love for him.
His answer?
It lay in the one person he loathed most in the world.
Malfoy.
It isn't as if she doesn't already like Malfoy, she probably does. Harry repeated to himself again and again. He'd have to break up with her again.
Painful thought.
He couldn't believe he'd been so foolish as to ask her out again, to keep up her hopes; so foolish as to hope that everything would work out in the end. But no. It was too risky.
Harry tottered down the dungeons towards Snape's classroom, leaving his copper haired companion behind. God it was cold.
As he entered the classroom, he was so intent of behaving normally, intent on acting like absolutely nothing was wrong that he didn't even notice Hermione openly glare longingly at Draco.
"Hello, Hermione. Nice day isn't it?" he attempted in conversation, sounding oddly stiff and strangely proper.
"Um... yes. Hi, Harry," she replied dismissingly, too intent on the object of her affection to notice such strange behaviour from Harry.
Snape strode through the door; his boots loudly battered the ground, announcing his presence.
"We are now to start on the topic of poisons," Snape states, completely ignoring everyone but the Slytherins, "along with their antidotes and remedies. We will be going through chapters 15 and 16 of your Advanced Guide to Potions."
While everyone stifled a groan, Draco smiled wickedly for some reason.
"You will need to work in pairs," Snape began, as murmurs erupted; people began to decide who they wanted as their partner, "that I, of course, will be assigning for you, shortly," he finishes, now a series of protests were about to begin. "Now. If you'll only let me begin. No, Weasley it is not unfair. I have yet to pick out your partners. So, everyone turn to page 65 and I will begin to put together your pairs."
Pages were flicked, some elaborately loud voicing their silenced protests.
"Baddock and Domiflude...Weasley and Longbottom... Granger and"
Draco was holding his breath, though no one – including himself – noticed,
"...Potter, Bloom and Brown.... Draco and Parkinson," Snape finished, some people did, however, notice that Snape was on a first name basis with Malfoy. Prejudice. "Now, as you should've already read on page 65, we're going to be working on Hellebore." He announced to the class.
Harry stood up. Although he already sat beside Hermione, his partner, he walked over to Snape. His missing presence was unnoticed by Hermione, who was busily setting everything out.
Draco noticed Potter walk up to Snape and whisper something suspiciously quiet in his ear. What was he planning? Foolish Gryffindors, think they can actually do something right.
"Ms Parkinson, Mr. Potter here has opted to be your partner making you, Mr. Malfoy, partners with Ms Granger," Snape stated oddly, changing his mind for –what? – the first time in his life?
Harry smiled glorious at Snape's announcement. His devious plan was now in progress. It had been easy to get Snape to agree on switching partners with Malfoy, it was to the favor of his favorite pupil – switching from a the sluttiest girl in school to the smartest girl in school for partners – what was very difficult was convincing him that Harry did indeed want what was best for Mr. Malfoy. But he forgot one down point.
The down point?
He realized it when he turned around; being stuck with Pansy for the rest of the bloody topic. Being stuck with a very pissed off Pansy for the rest of the bloody topic.
What was Potter doing? Some sort of conniving Gryffindor plan?
He watched Potter like a hawk as they moved to their new partners; slightly amused at the way Pansy began clawing at him. Merlin, even Gryffindors aren't that dim.
Draco cursed his luck. Even though he had been subconsciously praying for to be paired up with Hermione, it actually happening was something was beyond what he could accept. Dammit.
He looked at the Mudblood, eagerly awaiting him, giving him a stunning smile. It was almost welcoming. Almost. As Draco unintentionally let out a smile back, Granger must've remembered his display the day before and gave him a death-like gaze.
Draco was disgusted; the dense Whore was a better actor that he originally thought. He thought she'd be pining away after her beloved Wonder Boy. She was covering up pretty well. Draco chanced a look at Potter and smiled as Pansy began interrogating Potter on why Draco wasn't her partner anymore.
"Longbottom, what are the effects of Hellebore?" Inquired Snape of Neville, knowing very well he hadn't the slightest clue.
"I-I don't kno-know, S-Sir," Neville replied, and cowered away from Snape's conceited stance,
"Does anyone know the effects of Hellebore?" he demanded of the class, rolled his eyes and walked away from Neville. Paralysed, the majority of the class had to the nerve to move, let alone speak.
Hand up and waving excitedly, Hermione knew the precise answer as she memorised it word-for-word from the text book. The name comes from the Greek words 'elein' (to injure) and 'bora' (food), indicating that hellebore is poisonous.
Still waving her hand steadily, she uncontrollably let out a slight squeal,
"Control yourself Ms. Granger, 10 points from Gryffindor for disruption of the class!" barked Snape,
"Potter, I don't suppose you could possibly stop distracting Parkinson for a moment to answer this? What are the effects of Hellebore?" requested Snape, though everyone knew it was far from a request. His penetrating gaze alone stopped the two from bickering about themselves.
"The name comes from the Greek words 'elein' (to injure) and 'bora' (food), indicating that hellebore is poisonous," recited Draco.
The strange thing – besides that Draco didn't get penalised for shouting out the answer, let alone actually knowing the answer - was that Draco had actually done something that might even have approached nice to Potter.
"Excellent, Mr. Malfoy, 20 points to Slytherin," congratulated Snape, who smiled smugly at the fellow Slytherin; earning Draco an overly Dark stare from Hermione.
Gryffindors thought Draco distastefully to himself, as if the one word could explain what such bizarre events. Draco made a mental note to himself to find Potter after class and demand what the hell all this was all about. He continued to forebodingly glimpse at Hermione; talked to her only when absolutely necessary... and likewise Hermione acted to him.
What do you think? Too confusing?