Oh, I'm feeling so f'cking guilty because I did not really care to update… Hope you'll like this chapter… not sure if I do… In fact I…
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Hermione woke up when she heard the sound of a shutting door. She looked around startled. Someone had been in her… Well, in fact she wasn't even in her room…
The memory flashed back to her. She was in Draco Malfoys room…
She hurriedly cast a spell on herself so she was dressed and her hair was not as messy as it had been before and opened the door. Again she heard the noise of a shutting door and sighed. Ladys and Gentleman, Draco has just left the builing... well, room…
She walked into the common room and wondered for a split second what classes she had now before realizing that it was Sunday. Last day off. She had to do her homework… But first, she had to get something to eat. She took her time walking over to the portrait, watching out of the windows. Leaves were falling peacefully, birds still singing… Right then, she loved her life.
She stepped out in the corridor, making her way to the great hall. She was just about to turn a corner when she heard a voice.
"What about your mark?"
Her heart stopped dead. The voice belonged to Blaise Zabini and he was a good friend of…
"I got none"
…Draco Malfoy. Thank god, he was no deatheater. Of course he wasn't. She would have seen his mark last night if he were…
"Know that. But you were going to receive it by christmas."
"You think they will give it to me even if father's dead?"
"The ceremony's fixed, Draco"
"I don't want it"
"We're getting it together"
"I still don't want it"
"Neither do I"
"I will just refuse to get it"
"Let's call you brave, Draco. Brave and dumb"
Hermione stared blankly at the wall. A deatheater. He would become…
No. He wouldn't. He had just said he would refuse to. Well, that meant he was going to die, for heaven's sake.
"I can't get it. Hermione, remember? She would go nuts about it. And the inner circle would force me to kill her if they found out that my girlfriend was muggle-born…"
Hermione rounded the corner, a tear falling down her cheek "Draco, I suppose we should quit. Then you can… follow your destiny or whatever and I can… well, live"
Draco stared at her, then half-turned "Blaise would you…" "I'm as good as gone"
"Hermione, we don't have to quit, really. Well… not now… we got a little less than two moths until the ceremony and we'll find a way until then…"
"No Draco, we won't" Hermione turned, tears falling down her cheeks like waterfalls.
"Last night was the first night in months I slept alright. I felt comfortable for the first time since… I don't kow when… Hermione?"
"It will be the best if we avoid contact as often as possible. I wish you a great rest-of-your-life… Malfoy"
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…In fact I…
… was near tears at the end of this, because this hurt the both of them so much.