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A/N—so, I see you guys were anxious for this chapter... here it is! I had some great reviewers! Thanks... and would anybody be interested in being a beta for this story?? Plus I have a few spots to fill if anyone wants to be a character... E-mail me with Ur name-house- dark side, light side, and a brief physical description!
Chapter seven- time to cry
Hermione sat in the headmaster's office staring intently into the flames that licked at the sides of the fireplace.
'I just don't get it. Why my parents?' She thought angrily, refusing to cry in front of people that she could care less about.
'You don't even know if it was your parents.'
'Yes I do. I can just tell.'
Giving up on waiting for the headmaster any longer, Hermione jumped up from her seat and walked briskly for the door. As she reached her destination the knob twisted and in trotted a black dog.
"Sirius!" Harry exclaimed from where he sat in his pajamas. The dog instantly transformed into the ruggedly handsome godfather of the boy-who-lived.
After they embraced quickly, Sirius rounded on Hermione.
"I just got word. I – I went myself. I am really sorry Herms." He said, sincerity flowing through his eyes. Hermione let out a chocked sob and ran from the room.
She didn't know how long she ran, but she couldn't stop. She couldn't face it. She was an orphan. She turned down numerous pass ways and stopped at an empty corridor.
She collapsed in a fit of tears and mumbled curses. She sat there contemplating her fate and her life until she fell asleep.
Hermione awoke to the warm surroundings of her head girl rooms. She yawned and sank back into her pillows as she remembered why her eyes were so puffy. She was about to start crying again when she heard a slight mumble from across the room.
After a closer inspection she noticed Draco, sleeping in the hair across from her bed. She slowly crept out of the room, trying her best not to wake him.
She sighed, the tears already threatening to show. She showered slowly, not wanting the hot water to stop. It was some what relaxing; she hoped that with filth her worries would wash away.
No luck. She walked out of the bathroom, dressed, and feeling quite the same as she had before, if not a little cleaner.
She sniffled quietly, tip-toeing back into her room, to find the chair previously occupied by Draco empty.
She sighed as she pulled on a cloak over her sweater and jeans. It was yet another day of classes and training.
She walked down to the great hall, not wanting to worry her friends more than she already had.
She sat down quickly, ignoring the numerous pairs of eyes that currently bore into her back. She tried to smile for Ginny's sake, but to no avail. She sniffled again as Ginny hugged her comfortingly. After breaking apart Hermione heard the whispers. The hushed voices. The remarks. She stood angrily and rounded on her class mates.
"Yes. Obviously you've heard. I'm an orphan. And if you wouldn't mind, id like to mourn in peace without all of you nit wits butting in where you certainly don't belong. If I hear one more comment, I will not hesitate to curse each of you into oblivion. Damn all of you straight to hell for all I care." She screamed, walking to different tables to prove her point.
She stormed out of the great hall to prepare for DADA, not noticing the small smile on two slytherin faces.
She stood out in the dank hallway for several minutes before Remus showed up with a reassuring smile. He opened the door for her and began setting up for class. After a minute of silence, Remus turned to her and talked soothingly. "I know that was hard for you, but it needed to be done. Emotions don't do well to be blocked. Don't lose touch with what you are Hermione. Things are bad; don't forget those who love you." He said with a smile as the students poured in.
Hermione sat alone in the back of the classroom, all students purposefully avoiding her after the promised hexes.
She hastily took notes, avoiding the nervous stares in her direction. She finished the day in much the same way. Most classes were the same, although in Potions, Draco dared to sit next to her, hoping to give her support. Not getting the correct response, he ended up sitting with none other than Neville Longbottom, also resulting in a zero for the potion.
Hermione dressed in correct attire and pushed her way into the room of requirement for Lupins Lessons. Although this time, there were no surprise attacks.
For the most part they sat, trying to control their powers, still not knowing Draco's trigger. Hermione succeeded in controlling hers almost fully, with all of the anger from the past hours. She sat breathing heavily after succeeding yet again in hurtling Remus across the room with a swift movement of her wrist.
"Can I leave now?" She questioned rudely. She wasn't the rude type, but she couldn't stand being around people at the moment.
Lupin nodded from his place on the floor. Hermione darted out of the room, effortlessly making her way to her dormitory. Draco stood to exit also when Lupin stopped him. "No one said you could leave Mr. Malfoy. You have work to do." Draco sighed and plopped back onto the floor.
After hours of training Draco finally emerged into the Head common room, sweaty and exhausted. He walked to the overstuffed couch and plopped down in front of the fire. He sighed as he closed his eyes. He finally found his trigger, and it wasn't something he was proud of. Fear.
He shook his head as he remembered the way he screamed when finally managed to get Lupin across the room. He groaned, also remembering thea mourning beauty across the way.
'Beauty? I really must be tired.' He thought to himself.
' Tired my arse. You know you like it.' The annoying voice answered back.
Draco shoved the nearest pillow over his head and sprinted over to Hermione's door.
He knocked a few times, when she didn't answer he emerged into her room. "Hermione" He said in a high pitched voice. "Come out come out wherever you are." He said in a childish tone. She was there, lying in her bed, eyes studying the ceiling.
"Don't torture yourself Hermione. It wasn't your fault." He said in the calmest voice he could muster.
"How can you even think that it wasn't my fault? It was, is, and will be my fault. I am the prophecy! I am the know-it-all mudblood! I am Harry Potter's freaking sidekick for Christs sake! But no... Voldemort went after my parents for different reasons I assume?" SAhe said, eyes unmoving from the ceiling.
"But you would propably know, wouldn't you. Deep down, you know why, your father obvioiusly had SOMETHING to do with it." She said questionably.
Draco stood there shocked. He had come here to comfort her, and she throws insults.
"Listen Granger, I came here to help you, and you act like this. I am not a death eater, nor do I have any control over what my father does. So why don't you just get over yourself. Mourning is natural, don't take it out on people who care." He said, before turning to leave the room, slamming the door behind him.
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut as the tears poured down her cheeks. She sighed as she drifted off into the land of dreams.
She woke an hour later, feeling worse than she had when she fell asleep. How could she have treated Draco that way. It wasn't his fault. She slipped on her robe over here night gown and trudged her way over to Draco's door.
She knocked quietly, and with a mumbled response entered the domain of the serpent.
"Draco I am really sorry." She said quietly, standing in front of him as he lay unmoving on his bed.
He looked into her eyes and shrugged. "I know you are upset right now, but I don't do the whole comforting thing, and I thought I tried. I failed Hermione. I know now why I don't comfort people. It just doesn't work for me. It's not me. I looked at you differently. I thought you were different from other people. You seemed so pure, so genuine. I was wrong. Deep down you are as dark and evil as I am." He said with a quaver in his voice.
Hermione looked at him, tears filling her eyes again. "Draco- I didn't – I just- im sorry!" She said as the tears poured unwillingly down her face again.
"No you're not. You shouldn't be. I am a snarky bastard, have been an ass to you for years. You shouldn't treat me like anything above a sewer rat." He said.
"What I don't understand Is that-"He didn't get to finish his sentence as Hermmione had crushed her lips down on his, igniting a spark within him as his widened eyes slowly closed.
Hermione pulled back slowly, not certain of the after effects of her actions.
She bit her bottom lip as she raised her eyes to meet Draco's.
He smiled. Not a smirk or a sneer. A smile. But as quickly as it came itr vanished. "Hermione I know you are vulnerable. You don't want to do this. I would be taking advantage of you. So you can leave now." Draco said sullenly.
Hermione's anger flickered again. "I-I just, and you- I may be vulnerable, but I am not doing this for that reason. I thought you would understand. But I was really worng. Goodnight Malfoy." She said, a single tear cascading down her cheek.
She emerged herself in her room, not opening the door for a single soul until three days later when a certain someone broke it down.
a/n- so, what did you think, that chapter was sad and hard to write. I hope you enjoyed it. Anybody interested in being a character in this story—let me know when you REVIEW! You are going to review... right.... Make me happy!