Here's your next chapter. Have fun reading. Sorry Miarae I'm scrapping HTML
on this chapter because it's easier plus the fact I can concentrate on the
story more without having to put tabs and shit at the end of each paragraph
and when people speak and all that. Thanks for reviewing I'm glad you liked
it. I noticed it in one of JK Rowling's books the other day so I thought
I'd put it in, it worked well I think. It kind of portrays the old Hermione
and new Hermione still being there if you get what I mean.
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At about 12 o'clock Hermione and Draco managed to finally throw Blaise, Ginny and Harry out. Hermione leaned against the door.
"Finally" She exclaimed. Draco was straightening the pillows on the sofa's up,
"Snape first thing tomorrow, as well as Weasley and those so called friends of his." He sunk back on to the sofa,
"It will be fine if we just keep our cool. Is it really worth it? Wasting our breath when they're not even going to absorb it. They're about as porous to there surroundings as a metal bar!" As she said this she moved across the room and laid on the sofa opposite him, "I am so tired." She yawned, and pinched the bridge of her nose,
"I am not," Draco said looking at Hermione's hair spilling over her shoulders, "Brown" He said staring at the threads of cookie brown hair,
"What?" Hermione said obviously confused,
"Your hair... It's brown" He said his right hand twitching slightly, it appeared he was fighting an urge to touch the hair,
"And? I like it this colour do you not?" She fingered a little curl with her thumb and index finger,
"I like it, I just... Never mind"
"Okay then" Hermione said staring at Draco like he was a clown short of a circus.
"I better go to my room"
"Me too, don't want to fall asleep on the sofa do I?"
"Not unless you want a crick in your neck so you can go to the hospital wing and miss some of Snape's lesson" He stood up and smoothed the invisible crumples out of his robes.
"I'm not that desperate, I'll get punished might as well deal with it now instead of avoiding it"
"Yes" He looked at Hermione bring her knees up and stand, he moved towards her as if to hug her. He changed, as if he thought better, just before and straightened the cushions she'd disturbed. She took his hand as he straightened the last cushion and pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arm round and smiled at her honey scent and put his chin on her soft curls.
Hermione woke up at about 6AM; she was drowsy but got out of bed anyway. She went in the magical shower and then brushed her teeth and her hair. She looked in the mirror and put some small silver stars in her ears. She looked around in the little box of metal body attachments for her lip ring with a star hanging off. She couldn't find it so went to look in her room. She kept muttering quietly "accio star lip ring" over and over but it wouldn't come. She looked through her dressing table. She was having another argument with herself as she looked, telling herself she didn't need it but also telling herself she wanted to wear it.
Draco could hear her creeping around but he ignored it. He put his hands behind his head and stared at the top of his four-poster bed.
~*Draco's POV*~
She's creeping around trying not to wake me up but I've been awake for a while now. Even if I dream I still feel awake, it doesn't take away my tiredness. I'm the happiest I've been since I've been talking to Harry and her. It's not a fairytale though, life never is. I remember myself as a kid at stars and moons, a small wizard nursery. They called it a nursery; it was more like people looking after baby witches and wizards whose parents couldn't be bothered or didn't have the time to look after them. I remember the witches who'd qualified to look after kids telling me stories about people who lived happily ever after. In reality that never happens. I learnt that when I was seven. I told my mother and father about a story I had heard in nursery about a witch and wizard called Leyah and Wulfric. They met at school and got married, they had beautiful babies and pretty much rode off into the sunset happy as Larry.
Father said to me "If only that really happened. Now listen to me Draco that never happens, it's something people make up so that little kids don't know the truth. You can never find the one you really love, you can never tread the path you truly wish to tread, and you'll never be the man you really want to be" At first I didn't understand but in my third year at Hogwarts I did. It's funny. I remember everything my father says so if he ever contradicts himself or gets something wrong, I can point it out. I'll hold every word he says against him, when he dies there will be no love lost. Maybe a bit will be lost with my mother. I've never been too close to my family, there was always the risk of them being killed by Voldemort, or someone else. If I was too emotionally attached I'd actually be upset.
I used to not eat. I constantly felt sick for hating my father. I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for him, yet still I wish him dead. Dead. I refused to be happy. I think my first word was probably no. It didn't take me that long to learn how to say mudblood. Then there was my first swearword, the first time I called someone a mudblood. I'd grown up to hate, I'd grown up to cover emotions. The tapestry of my life had already been sewn yet slowly but surely Harry and Hermione are picking it apart. Father will be turning in his grave. Yet still I feel happy? Does that make me sick? Does that make me sick so I refuse to eat? Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't.
I still don't like some gryffindors. I still don't like some Hufflepuffs and some Ravenclaws. I'm not too keen on some mudbloods, but it's not because of their ancestry it's because they're totally paranoid about people calling them mudbloods.
"AH HAH!"
I think Hermione's done or found whatever she was creeping around for.
~*End of POV*~
Draco lie in bed for another half hour then got dressed and did the usual things; he went down and bid a working Hermione good morning.
"You can't be doing homework!" He looked over her shoulder, "You had enough for Arithmancy after you first scroll..." He shook his head in dismay,
"There's nothing wrong with doing your work well"
"There is when it dominates your life" He put a stress on the word dominates. She glared at him.
"I'm going to get Harry" She scribbled something onto the end of her essay and put the quill and parchments in her bag. Draco grabbed her arm,
"It was a joke 'Mione. A joke"
"I know I'm sorry I was just worried about Snape" She shook her head and sat back down, "I hate him so much" He sat down beside her, a stiff arm placed round her curved back,
"I know, but we've all got to live with him"
"He was so awful to me. I know you half understand Drake but it's so hard. It's like you always have a perfect exterior, you never show anything yet I do, I can't deal with all this shit"
"So I'm perfect on the outside, son of a mother fucking death eater, that doesn't mean I'm good on the inside does it?" He stood up and stared at Hermione, "Well does it Hermione? You think I don't have any insecurities or anything? You think I find myself perfect some jumped up rich boy who can dish the shit out but reflects the shit thrown back?" He tapped his foot impatiently, "DO YOU?" She sat silently, "DID YOU HEAR ME I SAID DO YOU?" He stared at her,
"No... I didn't mean it like that"
"How did you mean it then? I can't see a way of you getting out of this" He stared at her coldly,
"I... I just" He watched her lips as she struggled with her words, "I just wasn't... thinking. Sorry, please forgive me" Draco smirked and stood in front of her, "Please?"
He put one leg either side of her body and leaned onto her. He put his hands both sides of her chest against the sofa and smirked before kissing her greedily.
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A quite nice place to end? Please review, it means LOADS to me! Any suggestions greatly appreciated.
~.Liv.~
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At about 12 o'clock Hermione and Draco managed to finally throw Blaise, Ginny and Harry out. Hermione leaned against the door.
"Finally" She exclaimed. Draco was straightening the pillows on the sofa's up,
"Snape first thing tomorrow, as well as Weasley and those so called friends of his." He sunk back on to the sofa,
"It will be fine if we just keep our cool. Is it really worth it? Wasting our breath when they're not even going to absorb it. They're about as porous to there surroundings as a metal bar!" As she said this she moved across the room and laid on the sofa opposite him, "I am so tired." She yawned, and pinched the bridge of her nose,
"I am not," Draco said looking at Hermione's hair spilling over her shoulders, "Brown" He said staring at the threads of cookie brown hair,
"What?" Hermione said obviously confused,
"Your hair... It's brown" He said his right hand twitching slightly, it appeared he was fighting an urge to touch the hair,
"And? I like it this colour do you not?" She fingered a little curl with her thumb and index finger,
"I like it, I just... Never mind"
"Okay then" Hermione said staring at Draco like he was a clown short of a circus.
"I better go to my room"
"Me too, don't want to fall asleep on the sofa do I?"
"Not unless you want a crick in your neck so you can go to the hospital wing and miss some of Snape's lesson" He stood up and smoothed the invisible crumples out of his robes.
"I'm not that desperate, I'll get punished might as well deal with it now instead of avoiding it"
"Yes" He looked at Hermione bring her knees up and stand, he moved towards her as if to hug her. He changed, as if he thought better, just before and straightened the cushions she'd disturbed. She took his hand as he straightened the last cushion and pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arm round and smiled at her honey scent and put his chin on her soft curls.
Hermione woke up at about 6AM; she was drowsy but got out of bed anyway. She went in the magical shower and then brushed her teeth and her hair. She looked in the mirror and put some small silver stars in her ears. She looked around in the little box of metal body attachments for her lip ring with a star hanging off. She couldn't find it so went to look in her room. She kept muttering quietly "accio star lip ring" over and over but it wouldn't come. She looked through her dressing table. She was having another argument with herself as she looked, telling herself she didn't need it but also telling herself she wanted to wear it.
Draco could hear her creeping around but he ignored it. He put his hands behind his head and stared at the top of his four-poster bed.
~*Draco's POV*~
She's creeping around trying not to wake me up but I've been awake for a while now. Even if I dream I still feel awake, it doesn't take away my tiredness. I'm the happiest I've been since I've been talking to Harry and her. It's not a fairytale though, life never is. I remember myself as a kid at stars and moons, a small wizard nursery. They called it a nursery; it was more like people looking after baby witches and wizards whose parents couldn't be bothered or didn't have the time to look after them. I remember the witches who'd qualified to look after kids telling me stories about people who lived happily ever after. In reality that never happens. I learnt that when I was seven. I told my mother and father about a story I had heard in nursery about a witch and wizard called Leyah and Wulfric. They met at school and got married, they had beautiful babies and pretty much rode off into the sunset happy as Larry.
Father said to me "If only that really happened. Now listen to me Draco that never happens, it's something people make up so that little kids don't know the truth. You can never find the one you really love, you can never tread the path you truly wish to tread, and you'll never be the man you really want to be" At first I didn't understand but in my third year at Hogwarts I did. It's funny. I remember everything my father says so if he ever contradicts himself or gets something wrong, I can point it out. I'll hold every word he says against him, when he dies there will be no love lost. Maybe a bit will be lost with my mother. I've never been too close to my family, there was always the risk of them being killed by Voldemort, or someone else. If I was too emotionally attached I'd actually be upset.
I used to not eat. I constantly felt sick for hating my father. I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for him, yet still I wish him dead. Dead. I refused to be happy. I think my first word was probably no. It didn't take me that long to learn how to say mudblood. Then there was my first swearword, the first time I called someone a mudblood. I'd grown up to hate, I'd grown up to cover emotions. The tapestry of my life had already been sewn yet slowly but surely Harry and Hermione are picking it apart. Father will be turning in his grave. Yet still I feel happy? Does that make me sick? Does that make me sick so I refuse to eat? Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't.
I still don't like some gryffindors. I still don't like some Hufflepuffs and some Ravenclaws. I'm not too keen on some mudbloods, but it's not because of their ancestry it's because they're totally paranoid about people calling them mudbloods.
"AH HAH!"
I think Hermione's done or found whatever she was creeping around for.
~*End of POV*~
Draco lie in bed for another half hour then got dressed and did the usual things; he went down and bid a working Hermione good morning.
"You can't be doing homework!" He looked over her shoulder, "You had enough for Arithmancy after you first scroll..." He shook his head in dismay,
"There's nothing wrong with doing your work well"
"There is when it dominates your life" He put a stress on the word dominates. She glared at him.
"I'm going to get Harry" She scribbled something onto the end of her essay and put the quill and parchments in her bag. Draco grabbed her arm,
"It was a joke 'Mione. A joke"
"I know I'm sorry I was just worried about Snape" She shook her head and sat back down, "I hate him so much" He sat down beside her, a stiff arm placed round her curved back,
"I know, but we've all got to live with him"
"He was so awful to me. I know you half understand Drake but it's so hard. It's like you always have a perfect exterior, you never show anything yet I do, I can't deal with all this shit"
"So I'm perfect on the outside, son of a mother fucking death eater, that doesn't mean I'm good on the inside does it?" He stood up and stared at Hermione, "Well does it Hermione? You think I don't have any insecurities or anything? You think I find myself perfect some jumped up rich boy who can dish the shit out but reflects the shit thrown back?" He tapped his foot impatiently, "DO YOU?" She sat silently, "DID YOU HEAR ME I SAID DO YOU?" He stared at her,
"No... I didn't mean it like that"
"How did you mean it then? I can't see a way of you getting out of this" He stared at her coldly,
"I... I just" He watched her lips as she struggled with her words, "I just wasn't... thinking. Sorry, please forgive me" Draco smirked and stood in front of her, "Please?"
He put one leg either side of her body and leaned onto her. He put his hands both sides of her chest against the sofa and smirked before kissing her greedily.
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A quite nice place to end? Please review, it means LOADS to me! Any suggestions greatly appreciated.
~.Liv.~