//---Hey everyone! I'm back with the next installment of TTAW. I loved the amount of reviews that I got from you all. It was amazing! Thanks soo much!! Well, the song in Hermione's portion is 'Love Song' By Pink and the song in Draco's part is 'Faint' By Linkin Park. I hope you like the new chapter. I worked hard on this chapter and I think you are going to like it. Well, anyways, on with the story.
I felt the cold ocean water graze my skin and jumped up at the feeling. Our blanket was at the shore; the tide must've come in. How could she sleep so peacefully when the ocean was coming up against her? I guess I could never figure her out. I walked down the beach gathering pieces of wood to make a fire. I picked up a big piece of wood followed by some twigs. I never before in my life had to do manual labor. This crap was hard. I guess I shouldn't have been so cold to our house elves. Well, I guess there's nothing I could do now. I walked back to the campsite and threw the wood down on the ground. She was still asleep. Amazing.
I thought that she shouldn't be the fucking princess and get to sleep while I worked like a damn animal. I walked up to where the blanket was and nudged her with my foot. She rolled over and groaned.
"Hermione... Wake up," I said.
"No..." She replied in a half sleepy voice.
"Yes. Get up, I don't have the fucking patience," I replied getting pissed off.
"Fine, Mr. Cranky Pants," She said looking at me with a devilish grin.
"Shut the fuck up and help me with making this fire... We have to do it sooner or later," I said.
"Aye Aye General," She said saluting me like those soldiers in muggle armies. Ugh.
"Look, I got this thing in my duffle that shows us how to make one. You have to rub the sticks together and then when it sparks you add the big piece of wood," I said to her.
"Alright, I see you actually got off your ass and got something. Good job," She said. Her sarcasm was biting.
"Yes, I did, while you were sleeping, Princess," I said.
"Ugh. Enough. Now let's get to work," She replied.
She bent down and grabbed a couple of twigs. I couldn't help but notice her chest as she was bending down. Nice. She sat down on the sand and started to rub them together. No matter how many times I tried to deny it, she was beautiful. It was just so frustrating knowing that I could probably never have her. But - that was the part that made it so appealing - she was a challenge.
"Are you just going to sit there and stare at my chest? Or are you going to do some work," She replied. Fuck, could it get any more embarrassing than this?
"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am. I figure that we should try to make some sort of a shelter, so I'm going to see what wood we could use, and whatever else that I can find," I replied.
"Alright good. I guess I'll keep working on this," She replied. And with that I walked down the beach into the blaring sun.
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I watched him walk away and I looked back down into the pile of twigs before me. And with all the frustration I felt, for him not loving me the way I expected... for everything... I started to cry. I needed him, although he may not need me the way I do. It's funny how you can go through life, and your reason for living has no clue that you even exist. Well I guess he did know that I existed, but didn't know about me loving him. I didn't want to put my heart on a platter and tell him how I felt, but it wasn't only because I was scared, it was because I had been hurt so many times before that I don't think that I could take it one more time.
I've never written a love song
That didn't end in tears
Maybe you'll rewrite my love song
If you can replace my fears
I need your patience and guidance
And all your loving and more
When thunder rolls through my life
Will you be able to weather the storm?
As I rubbed the sticks together, I felt my soul become weaker and wished with all my being that I could get out of here and go home; to get away from him and all the problems.
There's this wall of emotions
I feel I must protect
But what's the point of this armor
If it keeps the love away, too?
I'd rather bleed with cuts of love
Than live without any scars
Baby, can I trust this?
Or do all things end?
I need to hear that you'd die for me
Again and again and again
So tell me when you look in my eyes
Can you share all the pain and happy times
'Cause I will love you for the rest of my life...
The twigs finally sparked and I sighed with relief. I blew gently on the small flames and added more twigs until the fire grew. Then I added the big log on it and hoped that it would stay lit. I then walked into the forest in search of more wood. I scanned the forest floor in search of anything to burn. I found two logs and struggled to drag them out. I finally reached the clearing and let out a sigh. The fire was almost out, and I pulled the logs with all my strength to the flames. I threw one in and a shower of sparks sprayed around. One huge piece of flaming wood hit my hand and I screamed out in pain.
I ran toward the shore and jumped into the ocean. The pain was radiating throughout my body and I tried my best to control it. It felt as though my hand was burning off, even though I knew it wasn't. I walked out of the ocean, slowly, carefully, and looked at my hand. Pink pieces of skin were coming off in sheets and it was bleeding. Oh holy fuck, what the hell am I supposed to do? I ran up to my bag, and with my one good hand I pulled out a black tee-shirt and wrapped it around my hand. I laid down onto the blanket, shut my eyes, and tried to block the pain out, trying to will it all away.
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I looked into the forest, wondering if I should venture into it. I decided to not be such a pussy and started walking. I looked on the ground for big pieces of wood and found a few. I dragged them out and walked back in and found a few more. Sweat dripped down my face and I wiped my face with my shirt. This was harder than I expected. I grabbed a few more pieces and lugged them out of the forest, and noticed a big piece of cloth lying on the ground. I grabbed it and tied it around my waist, put the wood in my arms and started back for camp. The wood got very heavy quickly, so I put it down and stared at the horizon. The ocean seemed boundless, a vast, empty wasteland. It seemed peaceful and menacing at the same time, after all of the books I read as a boy about sailors lost in a never ending storm at sea. I thought of Hermione, in the cold water, frozen and lifeless, and how the ocean would have taken her away from me. I thought of how lonely I would be without her, and how pathetic I was for not telling her how I felt.
I am a little bit of loneliness
A little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact
That everyone can see these scars
I am what I want you to want what I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do,
I can't convince you, to just believe this is real
So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here cause you're all that I got...
I tried with all my soul to push her out of my mind, but she just wouldn't go away... she was like an annoying song that got stuck in your head and you could never get it out, no matter how hard you tried. I thought about how lonely I was, and even though I have tried time and time again to find love, it just ends up to bite me in the ass. Maybe I should give up... but something in her eyes makes me want to try... no matter how pathetic I feel.
I am a little bit insecure a little unconfident
Cause you don't understand
I do what I can but sometimes I don't make sense
I am what you never wanna say but I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what I do
I can't convince you for once just to hear me out
So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got...
If you had asked me a couple of months ago if I would have cared about a girl like I do now, I would have called u a fucking idiot. And to tell you the truth, I felt like one. Why the hell should I be so concerned with her? She's nothing that special... just another girl. Ugh. I'm such a pussy and such a pathetic piece of shit. I can't believe that she got me like this. This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. I fucking hate allowing myself to be so vulnerable.
Can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Hear me out now
You're gonna listen to me, like it or not
Right now
Hear me out now...
I decided to get back to work and walked over to the wood pile and picked it up again. I walked with steady steps toward the campsite where I saw her laying down on the blanket, blood staining the sand around her.
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I laid on that blanket, writhing in pain, feeling the blood pour and being able to do nothing about it, because the pain was so crippling. No tears fell from my eyes; the pain was too immense to even bother with tears. I shut my eyes, waiting, waiting, for it to go away, but it didn't. I heard heavy footsteps in the distance and prayed that it was him. Was I stupid? He was the only other person on the island besides me. I tried to roll on my side to see his angelic face, for him to come and save me like he had before. He was my savior, even though he probably didn't know he was. The pain increased as I moved. I saw a pale outline moving toward me; it was him. He was carrying a big pile of wood and looked straight at me. I looked around and noticed that the sand was stained red from my hand. Was it really that bad? I guess it was. He dropped the wood and jogged over to the blanket.
"What the hell happened? Are you ok?" He asked. It felt as though I couldn't even hear him, but I did.
"I... the fire... my hand..." I tried to say. The words stumbled out of my mouth awkwardly, like a twelve year old trying to kiss for the first time.
"Jesus. How the hell did it happen?" He asked anxiously.
"I threw... wood on the fire... it hit my hand..." I said. He let out a sigh.
"Can I look at it? I think I saw a muggle first aid kit in my bag," He replied.
"Yeah, I guess you should," I replied.
He jogged over to his bag and pulled out a white box and ran back to the blanket. He started to unravel the tee-shirt wrapped around my hand. No matter how gentle his touch was the pain was excruciating. He worked slowly, asking every so often if he was hurting me. I closed my eyes and tried to take in all the pain, daring my body to give me any more.
"Holy fuck, Hermione! Why didn't you come to get me?" I asked.
"I guess that I didn't want you to have to save me again," I replied looking him straight in the eye.
"If I'm here, I'll save you," He said.
His words melted my heart and the pain seemed to drift away. Then after staring at him, I snapped back into reality My hand was throbbing.
"Let me look and see if there is anything in here that can help you," He said and started digging through the box. He pulled out a tube and a piece of cotton.
"I guess I should like put this burn cream on and... uh... wrap your hand up or something?" He looked at me, obviously confused.
"Whatever you think is best, Doctor Malfoy," I said.
"You are still sarcastic, even though your hand was almost burned off," He said laughing.
I laughed in reply and looked at him working feverishly on my hand. It was adorable to me how concentrated he was on my hand, and it seemed to me that the pain was dulling, and I became almost used to it. I stared up at the deep blue sky and looked at the moving clouds.
"Alright, I think that this is good. How does it feel?" He asked.
"Better," I lied.
"That's good. I'm going to go get that pile of wood and start on some kind of house or something for us. I think that you should just stay here for awhile and try to sleep or rest," His blonde hair rustled in the wind as he spoke.
"Alright," I replied, and turned my face away from the sun and shut my eyes.
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Two days had passed and I had built the shelter completely by myself, with my own sweat and blood. She laid there, not really moving except to eat and to wash. Her hand was almost completely healed, probably because Dumbledore did something to help speed up the process.
"Alright, are you going to ever get up off of that blanket?" I asked her, trying not to let my god damned temper take over.
"Yeah, as soon as I feel better I will," She replied.
"Your hand looks fine," I answered, annoyed.
"It still hurts a lot, Draco," She said, her eyes pleading for me to believe her.
"You're lying. I've been working like a fucking horse here and you just lay there like little Miss Princess and I'm tired of it, I'm really fucking tired of it," I screamed.
"Don't yell at me!" She screamed back.
"Then DO something!!" I said, hearing the hatred and anger in my voice and realized that I shouldn't have started it this way. She got up from off the blanket, watching her hand carefully and walked right up to me.
"Don't treat me like one of your bloody servants, Draco. Although you might not think it, I am human, I have feelings, and I don't need your bullshit. So if you want to talk to me as a person, you can. But if you don't want to, then fine. Just leave me alone," She said, her words choked by tears, even though I could tell she was desperately trying to be strong.
I suddenly felt really shitty for what I was doing to her. I didn't know what to say… I was literally speechless. Fucking speechless.
"Fine, I guess I see how it's going… has to be. I'm going for a walk. I'll be back later," She said, turned on her heel and walked down the shore.
I couldn't let her get away again, I couldn't watch her walk away one more time. I ran down the beach after her, grabbed her in my arms and kissed her.
///---I hope that you liked it. A very deserved thank you goes to Blazing Fire, my beta reader. Please review for me. It means the world to me when you do. Thanks!!
xoxo, Tinkerbelle