Gems in the eyes of the world
Disclaimer: I own nothing, ask anyone and they'll tell ya who owns what. A wonderful woman by the name of Joanne Rowling has the honour of owning ALL and I mean THE ENTIRE Harry Potter theme, plot, character etc. I only have the privilege of owning my very own plot, which is this fanfic.
Chapter four
BIG THANKS TO:
*~ Burgundyred ~ Firstly, thanks for the review! Second, thanks for making your reviews oh so long! And also, for reassuring me on that soppiness thing (although I fear that it will be getting worse all too soon . . .) As for your question, yes, the gems are located inside certain people . . . certain SPECIAL people, you'll soon find out whom! I'm not really sure whether Harry will die or not . . . but I can tell you one thing, Draco will play quite a big part in finding one of the gems.
*~Shocker ~ Lol, I know it is very confusing isn't it? The reason why I wrote this is because I've never seen anything really like this on fanfiction.net (it may be there, but I've never seen it). I hope that all my fics are unique, like this one, thanks for reviewing!
*~ Siriusforeva ~ Thank you for reviewing, and for your comments! I hope you enjoy this chapter, and review it too!
*~Happigolucki616 ~ Hehe, thank you! For this review, and also the one, well, TWO, you left for my so-called 'poems' on fiction press!! I still think they're utter crap, no matter what you say!! :P
*~AlanPatty07 ~ Lol, I am a very, VERY, lucky author indeed!! I'm flattered, honestly I am! Lol, I took your advice, and changed it from 'adventure/action' to 'angst', hehe . . . well, at least I HOPE I did anyways. You're eventually gonna find out where exactly she finds these strange stones . . . oh and thanks for reviewing!
*~Slytherin-Gryffindor gal ~ Yes, I especially wrote this to be emotional; it's one of those fics I guess! I'm so flattered that you cried! I mean, how sweet!!! Lol thanks, for nearly crying and for reviewing!
*~ LythTaeraneth ~ Thank you SO much for the review! I'm not surprised you got confused. I was so confused when writing it I had to read it about four times before I understood what I was doing. Hehe, so anyway, thanks for reviewing, and Amy didn't have a mood swing! I only got it once!
*~Pixie-dust2525 ~ you know, someone reviewed saying that they actually WANTED Harry to die! I'm so glad you don't, cus' to be perfectly honest, I don't want him to die either (hint, hint). Thanks for reviewing!
*~Cho Chang From the Heart ~ Hey . . . did chapter three really get cut off? How did it get cut off, if it really did get cut off? Now I'm confused too . . . d'oh!
*~ Relena333 ~ Thanks for reviewing!! I didn't really understand what you were trying to say, but I'm sure if I think about it I will!! Thanks again!
*~ Some12 ~ I thank you for the reviews, and of course, for always reviewing! That is so nice of you! Hehe, I laugh at the most unusual things too, so that makes two of us!! And as for laughing when people are angry, my mate does that - it is so annoying!! Lol thanks again!
*~ ShortStuff10 ~ HIYA DING!! Lol, thanks for reviewing this fic Ding, so truly appreciated! I think I explained to you about Harry and Hermione, and Draco and Hermione, right? Well, talk to you later! Love from, Dude.
*~ Natyslacks ~ Lol, thanks for reviewing, and yeah, when you pointed that out, I did laugh out loud! Lol, aw, thanks for everything you said in your review too!
*~ Cho Chang from the heart ~ Yay, you finally got time to review! Awesome! Lol, here's the update, thanks for reviewing, and I hope you really do enjoy this chapter! Cheers!
*~ Smileyface1314 ~ Thank you for the review! You're always so nice, reviewing all my stuff, which is why I think you deserve an EXTRA clap! Yay, applause! Lol, thanks again and again for always reviewing, you are so nice!
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'Hermione smiled as she waved goodbye to Harry. He was going to America, boarding the plane for America anyway. Ron was boarding the train to France and Ginny had already flown to Japan earlier that year. Hermione looked over to the window to try and see the plane fly off. She ran over and pressed herself against the cold window.
She watched the plane fly off, now what could she do? She had no friends to go to, nobody to hear her thoughts or listen to her. Hermione spun around and saw Hedwig flying towards her – wasn't she supposed to be with Harry?? She frowned as Hedwig landed on a nearby seat – this place was full of muggles, and yet none of them seemed to notice a snow-white owl fly into the airport. Wait, how'd she get in?
"Hedwig? Why are you here?" Hermione's voice sounded distant and far away. She didn't like it.
"I'm yours now remember???" Hermione gasped – Hedwig could talk?? But there was no time to think, Hedwig had screeched a high pitched note, like the cry of something hurt, she started to fly VERY close to Hermione. Hermione shut her eyes and flung her arms over the head to try and protect her from Hedwig's claws which had seemed to grow into vicious things right there and then.
When she opened her eyes, expecting light to meet them, she got a terrible shock. She was suddenly now in a forest, a dark and ugly forest, the tress stood crooked, their bent branches stretching out like old, bony hands. She shivered; it felt abnormally cold. Why was she here? Wasn't she, just a minute ago, in a lovely sunny airport??
She looked up and saw only blackness, the beauty of the stars and the moon had been drained, and all that was left was the dull and lifeless black night. Hermione knew she couldn't just stay here, no; she had to try and find her way out, back to the real world where everything seemed like a beautiful reality. She pushed past the trees, their tough branches scratching her everywhere, blood seeping out from the cut. She didn't care anymore, this place was starting to creep her out, and she wanted to get out as soon as possible.
She ran and ran, jumping over fallen tree branches, running through any open space she could see. She finally saw some light – like light at the end of the tunnel, she ran desperately towards it, slightly out of breath. As she exited, she realised her surroundings.
This was Hogwarts. Just like she had remembered it, Hogwarts – the magnificent castle looming above all, standing tall and proud – also like a big target really. It didn't really seem like it used to be – the air seemed too stiff and silent for it to be real, like a carpet of gloom had suddenly stretched itself over the magnificent school.
Hermione remembered her graduation day, the atmosphere was mixed with happiness and sadness at the same time, that had only been a few months ago – her kidnap had been ON graduation day, just when it had ended and everyone was supposed to head for bed to get ready to leave the next morning. Now the atmosphere seemed, dull and mystified, the air seemed too still to be real.
She turned as a rustle could be heard from behind. What met her eyes was a sight that could scare even the toughest of bullies.
The bushes and tress seem to disappear as she saw figures, millions of them, all wearing hoods and standing with wands in hand. One man was taller than the rest and coming closer and closer to her. She stepped back, the wind sending chills down her spine.
"Give me the boy . . ."
His voice was gruff and hiss-like, like a snake. She shook her head and saw that the men behind that man had began to move. Appearing from nowhere, she saw her friends – Ron, Ginny, Parvati, Dean, Neville, Luna, every one of her friends from Hogwarts were there, but what caught her eye was the massive stain on their bodies. The bright red stains that runs through all our bodies, the massive wounds that could be seen from their ripped and tattered clothes, the guts, all body organs could be seen, it was a horrid sight that made Hermione want to puke.
It looked like all of them had had their bodies turned inside-out, their faces torn into an expression of pain and suffering, their veins popping out and their screams of torture filling her ears. She closed her eyes and covered her ears – no, this wasn't real, Ron was fine, so was Ginny and everybody else . . . NO.
A piercing scream that was too loud to not listen to filled the air. Hermione opened her eyes and saw that Ron had been pushed onto her, his red hair no longer visible, his organs could all be seen, his bones all protruding out of his skin, blood pouring out of every possible space.
"Hermione . . . Hermione . . . this is your fault . . . your fault . . ." His voice moaned on and on, like it would last forever. She couldn't take it . . .no . . . the bodies of her friends seemed to be rising now as the blood continued to flow out of them, they were wading towards her, screaming, shouting, moaning –
"Hermione, come join us, come join our lovely world of pain, you deserve every bit of it, come, come!!!!"'
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"GRANGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Hermione opened her eyes to the light of the morning sun. It had all been a dream, a terrible dream . . . but what if it was one of those deja'vu's (sp)? What if that really happened? All her friends murdered because she wouldn't give them something they wanted . . . but what was this thing? They had wanted a boy . . . what boy?
"HELLO EARTH TO MUDBLOOD CENTRAL!!!!! GET OFF ME!!!!"
Hermione turned around, her bushy hair hitting Draco round the face. She didn't realise she was laying on him, come to think of it, did she sleep on him all last night?? She couldn't remember . . . She quickly got off her comfortable spot (on Draco) before he could push her off.
"Thank you Granger, you know I need to have a shower now, with all your mudblood germs on me."
Hermione rolled her eyes. 'Typical of a MALFOY to do that.' She thought, he was still the old, arrogant little brat that he was the last time they had met. She didn't want to talk to him, felt like it was too much of an effort to even try and ask him why he had helped with the kidnap – but that was obvious, it was because he hated her, but what she wondered was why he had apologised for it. That was just strange.
"Granger, get me some breakfast, I'm hungry. Maybe some . . . toast with jam and marmalade, a cup of tea – two sugars, preferably the aromatic ones that you can get in Diagon Alley, maybe a boiled egg – soft boiled, soldiers would be nice, oh and some milk!!!"
Hermione folded her arms and raised an eyebrow as Draco tried to think of anything else that he wanted. He was treating her like a servant – in HER own home!!! The cheek of it, but how could she protest if he couldn't move very well, and she couldn't protest because she didn't want to talk to him?
"Bacon!!! That would be nice, make sure it's crunchy though."
Hermione stepped out of the room, not even remembering what Draco had actually wanted for breakfast. She'd make him something alright, just not ALL of what he wanted. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was as greasy as ever, her eyes were poofy from all her crying and her face looked old and battered. She decided to dedicate that day to getting herself spruced up, if she was going to go on a mission to try as much as possible to stop her dream coming true, then she'd have to get herself ready for whatever she had to do.
She still hadn't finished reading all the letters in Dumbledore's envelope, after reading Harry's she couldn't even think of how she could actually face that envelope again without bursting into tears. She sipped her tea and plonked another cup with tea (two sugars) onto a tray. She took some toast and some bacon (that had been there for god knows how long) and took them into her room for Draco.
Her room had a big window that let the sunshine through every morning as it faced the East. The room was rather large and the King sized bed stood against the wall, near about in the centre of the room. A bookcase full of Hermione's favourite books (which included Hogwarts: A history) were opposite the bed, next to the door leading to the bathroom. There were pink lights that made the whole bathroom look pink and Ginny had bought her some perfume for her graduation that, with one spray, could last 1 whole year. Her beloved mahogany desk that gleamed in the light stood next to the door leading out of her room into the corridor and the carpet was a rich purple. The walls were red and had borders of gold – much like the Gryffindor common room, she had always liked the common room's decoration, so she decided to have it in her own bedroom too.
"Finally Granger, and how come the tea isn't that special stuff??? And where's the egg??? And the soldiers??? And the milk?? And the jam??? And the marmalade?? And how come this bacon's got mould on it??? And WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING ME OR EVEN PROTESTING??????????"
Draco shouted as Hermione stared out of the window. Hermione smiled, Draco was so arrogant, about the same age as her, and taller than her yet he was still a child inside, always shouting for attention, and when you did what they wanted, they were never satisfied. She sighed as she continued to stare out of the window, it was winter now, and it was only about 6:00 am, and yet the sun had only started to rise.
"ANSWER ME YOU FILTHY LITTLE SH –
"It's beautiful."
Draco frowned. What was up with her? She didn't seem like the old bull- headed easy-to-get-angry Granger that he had once known. She seemed . . . distant and more thoughtful than before. What was up with that???
"Huh?"
Hermione's eyes stayed on the sky and the sun. "The sunrise, all those colours, it's amazing how they got there and why they're there at all."
Draco turned to the giant window. The sight was, indeed, breathtaking, a sight that he would normally have puked on, and today was no different. He shuddered, he didn't like beautiful things like that, his idea of beautiful was different, it HAD to be different, he liked things dark and mysterious, strange and unexpected, not something like . . . the sunrise.
"So what about it Granger?"
She turned to him finally, her face tired and solemn. "Nothing, you wouldn't understand."
Draco hated it when people began to tell you something, then gave up on the idea and got him wondering. That was just stupid and he was not about to let Granger get that annoying feeling in him.
"Granger, TELL ME."
Hermione walked over to her bed and sat down on the side. "Haven't you ever wondered, why everything is here, and whether the world is actually such a beautiful place?"
"I know it's not a beautiful place – I mean, look at Knockturn Alley –
"No. Not like that, like, all the war, all the fights, and just because people are selfish. I know we are all selfish, but . . . it's things like that that ruin everything, all the beauty of the world is drained, everything . . . like this war now."
Draco nodded. He had never thought of it like that. Was she trying to imply that people like HIM were ruining the world????
"But that's not right!!!! It's people who want to stop He-who-must-not-be- named who are wrong!!!!!"
Hermione looked into Draco's eyes. He meant his words, but oh how wrongly he had been taught. Then again, he had Lucius as a father. She sighed and looked down at the fluffy blue duvet. "Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy . . . when will you learn??? If You-know-who does win, then what? All the good people will be killed or used for slavery, he has all the power he needs, but won't having only power and nothing else get boring??? It's like the question with heaven – wouldn't eternal bliss get boring after a while???"
Draco thought about this, and as much as he hated to admit it – she was correct. What would happen once the war had finished and if Voldemort won, then what??? The deatheaters like him wouldn't get anywhere, they'd be like one of the slaves that were on the good side, but if the GOOD GUYS WON, then that was a different matter . . . they would try to keep the peace and capture all the deatheaters, try to improve all the hospitals, technology, everything would be better whereas . . .
"You see what I mean, don't you??" Hermione stood up as Draco looked up to her, "This war . . . I know it's going to happen, no matter how much anybody tries to stop it, but that still doesn't change the fact that I DON'T WANT IT TO HAPPEN."
"Mmmm, Granger, one question and YOU HAVE TO ANSWER ME. You don't know what I can do to you if you didn't."
Hermione nodded and started heading towards the door.
"Why? Why did you save me? You could of left me to die, I mean, I actually think you SHOULD HAVE left me to die, because you have no idea what you've got yourself into."
Hermione's back was towards Draco as she replied. "Because I didn't see why anyone should have to die, even because of what you've done Draco Malfoy, even if you caused the death of my friends . . . that kidnap . . . everyone deserves a chance to live – except maybe You-know-who, because he has done too many sins to be forgiven. You didn't deserve to die Malfoy, not like that anyway, I think everyone has to have a chance to appreciate this world before they have to die, and I'm quite sure you haven't had a chance to do that . . . yet."
Hermione exited quickly before tears started to slip down her cheeks once more at the remembrance of her friends. They may have not been her closest friends – like Harry and Ron, but they were still there to experience with her all the happy years at Hogwarts and she couldn't bear to remember how they died, and why they died.
'RIP Lavender Brown and Seamus Finnegan.'
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PS. Hey, might take longer to update (I know I'm already taking a while, you know, an entire week) because I am stumped on what to write. I know what is going to happen, so I don't need any suggestions, but what I am stuck on is HOW to get to the main parts that I want to appear, if that made any sense. Plus, the fact that this story is very confusing, does not help either, as I often find that I am lost and don't know what part I was typing the night before.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, ask anyone and they'll tell ya who owns what. A wonderful woman by the name of Joanne Rowling has the honour of owning ALL and I mean THE ENTIRE Harry Potter theme, plot, character etc. I only have the privilege of owning my very own plot, which is this fanfic.
Chapter four
BIG THANKS TO:
*~ Burgundyred ~ Firstly, thanks for the review! Second, thanks for making your reviews oh so long! And also, for reassuring me on that soppiness thing (although I fear that it will be getting worse all too soon . . .) As for your question, yes, the gems are located inside certain people . . . certain SPECIAL people, you'll soon find out whom! I'm not really sure whether Harry will die or not . . . but I can tell you one thing, Draco will play quite a big part in finding one of the gems.
*~Shocker ~ Lol, I know it is very confusing isn't it? The reason why I wrote this is because I've never seen anything really like this on fanfiction.net (it may be there, but I've never seen it). I hope that all my fics are unique, like this one, thanks for reviewing!
*~ Siriusforeva ~ Thank you for reviewing, and for your comments! I hope you enjoy this chapter, and review it too!
*~Happigolucki616 ~ Hehe, thank you! For this review, and also the one, well, TWO, you left for my so-called 'poems' on fiction press!! I still think they're utter crap, no matter what you say!! :P
*~AlanPatty07 ~ Lol, I am a very, VERY, lucky author indeed!! I'm flattered, honestly I am! Lol, I took your advice, and changed it from 'adventure/action' to 'angst', hehe . . . well, at least I HOPE I did anyways. You're eventually gonna find out where exactly she finds these strange stones . . . oh and thanks for reviewing!
*~Slytherin-Gryffindor gal ~ Yes, I especially wrote this to be emotional; it's one of those fics I guess! I'm so flattered that you cried! I mean, how sweet!!! Lol thanks, for nearly crying and for reviewing!
*~ LythTaeraneth ~ Thank you SO much for the review! I'm not surprised you got confused. I was so confused when writing it I had to read it about four times before I understood what I was doing. Hehe, so anyway, thanks for reviewing, and Amy didn't have a mood swing! I only got it once!
*~Pixie-dust2525 ~ you know, someone reviewed saying that they actually WANTED Harry to die! I'm so glad you don't, cus' to be perfectly honest, I don't want him to die either (hint, hint). Thanks for reviewing!
*~Cho Chang From the Heart ~ Hey . . . did chapter three really get cut off? How did it get cut off, if it really did get cut off? Now I'm confused too . . . d'oh!
*~ Relena333 ~ Thanks for reviewing!! I didn't really understand what you were trying to say, but I'm sure if I think about it I will!! Thanks again!
*~ Some12 ~ I thank you for the reviews, and of course, for always reviewing! That is so nice of you! Hehe, I laugh at the most unusual things too, so that makes two of us!! And as for laughing when people are angry, my mate does that - it is so annoying!! Lol thanks again!
*~ ShortStuff10 ~ HIYA DING!! Lol, thanks for reviewing this fic Ding, so truly appreciated! I think I explained to you about Harry and Hermione, and Draco and Hermione, right? Well, talk to you later! Love from, Dude.
*~ Natyslacks ~ Lol, thanks for reviewing, and yeah, when you pointed that out, I did laugh out loud! Lol, aw, thanks for everything you said in your review too!
*~ Cho Chang from the heart ~ Yay, you finally got time to review! Awesome! Lol, here's the update, thanks for reviewing, and I hope you really do enjoy this chapter! Cheers!
*~ Smileyface1314 ~ Thank you for the review! You're always so nice, reviewing all my stuff, which is why I think you deserve an EXTRA clap! Yay, applause! Lol, thanks again and again for always reviewing, you are so nice!
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'Hermione smiled as she waved goodbye to Harry. He was going to America, boarding the plane for America anyway. Ron was boarding the train to France and Ginny had already flown to Japan earlier that year. Hermione looked over to the window to try and see the plane fly off. She ran over and pressed herself against the cold window.
She watched the plane fly off, now what could she do? She had no friends to go to, nobody to hear her thoughts or listen to her. Hermione spun around and saw Hedwig flying towards her – wasn't she supposed to be with Harry?? She frowned as Hedwig landed on a nearby seat – this place was full of muggles, and yet none of them seemed to notice a snow-white owl fly into the airport. Wait, how'd she get in?
"Hedwig? Why are you here?" Hermione's voice sounded distant and far away. She didn't like it.
"I'm yours now remember???" Hermione gasped – Hedwig could talk?? But there was no time to think, Hedwig had screeched a high pitched note, like the cry of something hurt, she started to fly VERY close to Hermione. Hermione shut her eyes and flung her arms over the head to try and protect her from Hedwig's claws which had seemed to grow into vicious things right there and then.
When she opened her eyes, expecting light to meet them, she got a terrible shock. She was suddenly now in a forest, a dark and ugly forest, the tress stood crooked, their bent branches stretching out like old, bony hands. She shivered; it felt abnormally cold. Why was she here? Wasn't she, just a minute ago, in a lovely sunny airport??
She looked up and saw only blackness, the beauty of the stars and the moon had been drained, and all that was left was the dull and lifeless black night. Hermione knew she couldn't just stay here, no; she had to try and find her way out, back to the real world where everything seemed like a beautiful reality. She pushed past the trees, their tough branches scratching her everywhere, blood seeping out from the cut. She didn't care anymore, this place was starting to creep her out, and she wanted to get out as soon as possible.
She ran and ran, jumping over fallen tree branches, running through any open space she could see. She finally saw some light – like light at the end of the tunnel, she ran desperately towards it, slightly out of breath. As she exited, she realised her surroundings.
This was Hogwarts. Just like she had remembered it, Hogwarts – the magnificent castle looming above all, standing tall and proud – also like a big target really. It didn't really seem like it used to be – the air seemed too stiff and silent for it to be real, like a carpet of gloom had suddenly stretched itself over the magnificent school.
Hermione remembered her graduation day, the atmosphere was mixed with happiness and sadness at the same time, that had only been a few months ago – her kidnap had been ON graduation day, just when it had ended and everyone was supposed to head for bed to get ready to leave the next morning. Now the atmosphere seemed, dull and mystified, the air seemed too still to be real.
She turned as a rustle could be heard from behind. What met her eyes was a sight that could scare even the toughest of bullies.
The bushes and tress seem to disappear as she saw figures, millions of them, all wearing hoods and standing with wands in hand. One man was taller than the rest and coming closer and closer to her. She stepped back, the wind sending chills down her spine.
"Give me the boy . . ."
His voice was gruff and hiss-like, like a snake. She shook her head and saw that the men behind that man had began to move. Appearing from nowhere, she saw her friends – Ron, Ginny, Parvati, Dean, Neville, Luna, every one of her friends from Hogwarts were there, but what caught her eye was the massive stain on their bodies. The bright red stains that runs through all our bodies, the massive wounds that could be seen from their ripped and tattered clothes, the guts, all body organs could be seen, it was a horrid sight that made Hermione want to puke.
It looked like all of them had had their bodies turned inside-out, their faces torn into an expression of pain and suffering, their veins popping out and their screams of torture filling her ears. She closed her eyes and covered her ears – no, this wasn't real, Ron was fine, so was Ginny and everybody else . . . NO.
A piercing scream that was too loud to not listen to filled the air. Hermione opened her eyes and saw that Ron had been pushed onto her, his red hair no longer visible, his organs could all be seen, his bones all protruding out of his skin, blood pouring out of every possible space.
"Hermione . . . Hermione . . . this is your fault . . . your fault . . ." His voice moaned on and on, like it would last forever. She couldn't take it . . .no . . . the bodies of her friends seemed to be rising now as the blood continued to flow out of them, they were wading towards her, screaming, shouting, moaning –
"Hermione, come join us, come join our lovely world of pain, you deserve every bit of it, come, come!!!!"'
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"GRANGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Hermione opened her eyes to the light of the morning sun. It had all been a dream, a terrible dream . . . but what if it was one of those deja'vu's (sp)? What if that really happened? All her friends murdered because she wouldn't give them something they wanted . . . but what was this thing? They had wanted a boy . . . what boy?
"HELLO EARTH TO MUDBLOOD CENTRAL!!!!! GET OFF ME!!!!"
Hermione turned around, her bushy hair hitting Draco round the face. She didn't realise she was laying on him, come to think of it, did she sleep on him all last night?? She couldn't remember . . . She quickly got off her comfortable spot (on Draco) before he could push her off.
"Thank you Granger, you know I need to have a shower now, with all your mudblood germs on me."
Hermione rolled her eyes. 'Typical of a MALFOY to do that.' She thought, he was still the old, arrogant little brat that he was the last time they had met. She didn't want to talk to him, felt like it was too much of an effort to even try and ask him why he had helped with the kidnap – but that was obvious, it was because he hated her, but what she wondered was why he had apologised for it. That was just strange.
"Granger, get me some breakfast, I'm hungry. Maybe some . . . toast with jam and marmalade, a cup of tea – two sugars, preferably the aromatic ones that you can get in Diagon Alley, maybe a boiled egg – soft boiled, soldiers would be nice, oh and some milk!!!"
Hermione folded her arms and raised an eyebrow as Draco tried to think of anything else that he wanted. He was treating her like a servant – in HER own home!!! The cheek of it, but how could she protest if he couldn't move very well, and she couldn't protest because she didn't want to talk to him?
"Bacon!!! That would be nice, make sure it's crunchy though."
Hermione stepped out of the room, not even remembering what Draco had actually wanted for breakfast. She'd make him something alright, just not ALL of what he wanted. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was as greasy as ever, her eyes were poofy from all her crying and her face looked old and battered. She decided to dedicate that day to getting herself spruced up, if she was going to go on a mission to try as much as possible to stop her dream coming true, then she'd have to get herself ready for whatever she had to do.
She still hadn't finished reading all the letters in Dumbledore's envelope, after reading Harry's she couldn't even think of how she could actually face that envelope again without bursting into tears. She sipped her tea and plonked another cup with tea (two sugars) onto a tray. She took some toast and some bacon (that had been there for god knows how long) and took them into her room for Draco.
Her room had a big window that let the sunshine through every morning as it faced the East. The room was rather large and the King sized bed stood against the wall, near about in the centre of the room. A bookcase full of Hermione's favourite books (which included Hogwarts: A history) were opposite the bed, next to the door leading to the bathroom. There were pink lights that made the whole bathroom look pink and Ginny had bought her some perfume for her graduation that, with one spray, could last 1 whole year. Her beloved mahogany desk that gleamed in the light stood next to the door leading out of her room into the corridor and the carpet was a rich purple. The walls were red and had borders of gold – much like the Gryffindor common room, she had always liked the common room's decoration, so she decided to have it in her own bedroom too.
"Finally Granger, and how come the tea isn't that special stuff??? And where's the egg??? And the soldiers??? And the milk?? And the jam??? And the marmalade?? And how come this bacon's got mould on it??? And WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING ME OR EVEN PROTESTING??????????"
Draco shouted as Hermione stared out of the window. Hermione smiled, Draco was so arrogant, about the same age as her, and taller than her yet he was still a child inside, always shouting for attention, and when you did what they wanted, they were never satisfied. She sighed as she continued to stare out of the window, it was winter now, and it was only about 6:00 am, and yet the sun had only started to rise.
"ANSWER ME YOU FILTHY LITTLE SH –
"It's beautiful."
Draco frowned. What was up with her? She didn't seem like the old bull- headed easy-to-get-angry Granger that he had once known. She seemed . . . distant and more thoughtful than before. What was up with that???
"Huh?"
Hermione's eyes stayed on the sky and the sun. "The sunrise, all those colours, it's amazing how they got there and why they're there at all."
Draco turned to the giant window. The sight was, indeed, breathtaking, a sight that he would normally have puked on, and today was no different. He shuddered, he didn't like beautiful things like that, his idea of beautiful was different, it HAD to be different, he liked things dark and mysterious, strange and unexpected, not something like . . . the sunrise.
"So what about it Granger?"
She turned to him finally, her face tired and solemn. "Nothing, you wouldn't understand."
Draco hated it when people began to tell you something, then gave up on the idea and got him wondering. That was just stupid and he was not about to let Granger get that annoying feeling in him.
"Granger, TELL ME."
Hermione walked over to her bed and sat down on the side. "Haven't you ever wondered, why everything is here, and whether the world is actually such a beautiful place?"
"I know it's not a beautiful place – I mean, look at Knockturn Alley –
"No. Not like that, like, all the war, all the fights, and just because people are selfish. I know we are all selfish, but . . . it's things like that that ruin everything, all the beauty of the world is drained, everything . . . like this war now."
Draco nodded. He had never thought of it like that. Was she trying to imply that people like HIM were ruining the world????
"But that's not right!!!! It's people who want to stop He-who-must-not-be- named who are wrong!!!!!"
Hermione looked into Draco's eyes. He meant his words, but oh how wrongly he had been taught. Then again, he had Lucius as a father. She sighed and looked down at the fluffy blue duvet. "Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy . . . when will you learn??? If You-know-who does win, then what? All the good people will be killed or used for slavery, he has all the power he needs, but won't having only power and nothing else get boring??? It's like the question with heaven – wouldn't eternal bliss get boring after a while???"
Draco thought about this, and as much as he hated to admit it – she was correct. What would happen once the war had finished and if Voldemort won, then what??? The deatheaters like him wouldn't get anywhere, they'd be like one of the slaves that were on the good side, but if the GOOD GUYS WON, then that was a different matter . . . they would try to keep the peace and capture all the deatheaters, try to improve all the hospitals, technology, everything would be better whereas . . .
"You see what I mean, don't you??" Hermione stood up as Draco looked up to her, "This war . . . I know it's going to happen, no matter how much anybody tries to stop it, but that still doesn't change the fact that I DON'T WANT IT TO HAPPEN."
"Mmmm, Granger, one question and YOU HAVE TO ANSWER ME. You don't know what I can do to you if you didn't."
Hermione nodded and started heading towards the door.
"Why? Why did you save me? You could of left me to die, I mean, I actually think you SHOULD HAVE left me to die, because you have no idea what you've got yourself into."
Hermione's back was towards Draco as she replied. "Because I didn't see why anyone should have to die, even because of what you've done Draco Malfoy, even if you caused the death of my friends . . . that kidnap . . . everyone deserves a chance to live – except maybe You-know-who, because he has done too many sins to be forgiven. You didn't deserve to die Malfoy, not like that anyway, I think everyone has to have a chance to appreciate this world before they have to die, and I'm quite sure you haven't had a chance to do that . . . yet."
Hermione exited quickly before tears started to slip down her cheeks once more at the remembrance of her friends. They may have not been her closest friends – like Harry and Ron, but they were still there to experience with her all the happy years at Hogwarts and she couldn't bear to remember how they died, and why they died.
'RIP Lavender Brown and Seamus Finnegan.'
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