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A/N: Hey everybody! Well I'm trying to update more rapidly since that very, very long break. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, especially Heather Malfoy who reviewed a lot! THX! Ok well here's the next chapter and I know this story doesn't really have much plot but just wait, big surprises are coming. K well Read and then when you're done Review! Later.
Whisper~Mad~Crazy Chapter 11-So Wrong Yet So Right
"Mr. Malfoy? Mr. Malfoy!"
"What?" Draco said groggily trying to open his eyes. He looked around. 'Where am I?' He thought.
"Mr. Malfoy you're free to go now." Madam Pomfrey's sharp voice pierced through
his thoughts.
'Oh infirmary, right.'
"Mr. Malfoy." Her voice was growing impatient.
"Right, right. I'm going." He said swinging his legs over the side of the bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Madam Pomfrey stood in front of him with her hands on her hips.
"Here you go Mr. Malfoy." She said handing him his clothes. He pulled the curtains around his bed and changed.
"Dinner's just about over. If you hurry you can probably get a quick bite to eat." She said as he started towards the exit. "Oh Mr. Malfoy!"
"Yes?" He drawled turning to face her.
"You were wearing this too." She said handing him a cloak.
"Right, thanks." He took the cloak and exited into the hall through the double doors.
"Let's see." He said to himself. "To eat or not to eat. That is the question." He walked by the doors to the Great Hall. "Not to eat." He continued along on his way to the Head Common Room. A slight breeze flowed through the hall and sent a chill down his spine.
'Great, now it's cold.' He thought to himself, pulling the cloak out from under his arm and swinging it over his shoulders. He tried to clasp the front but realized it was too tight. In fact not only was it too tight, it was short barely reaching his knees.
"What the…" He mumbled taking the cloak back off and inspecting it. That's when he noticed the Gryffindor symbol on the front.
"Granger." He growled clutching the cloak in one hand. He turned the last corner on the way to the Head Common Room but stopped. Hermione and Harry were standing in front of the portrait. They were just standing there, facing each other and holding hands.
"Like fools." Draco said softly. He watched with disgust as Hermione laughed at some joke Harry had told. "It probably wasn't even that funny." He said to himself. He was about to march up and rain on their parade when he had another idea. He took Hermione's cloak and swung it over one shoulder sauntering around the corner. Hermione and Harry hadn't noticed him yet.
"Oh Hermione!" He called in a singsong voice. The couple turned suddenly.
"Um, yes Draco?" Hermione said looking quite confused. He approached them and walked around behind her.
"You left this in my room." He said clasping the cloak around her neck, as Harry looked on wide-eyed.
Draco turned to enter through the portrait but stopped suddenly. He turned back to Hermione and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.
"And thanks for last night love. It was fantastic."
Hermione's eyes widened in horror as the words escaped his lips. Before either she or Harry had time to react Draco stepped into the Common Room, shutting the portrait behind him.
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The couple stood dazed and confused for a few minutes before Harry came to. He turned to the painting and started pounding on it.
"Malfoy you bloody git! Come out here! You're full of bloody shite, you know that!" He continued to pound on the portrait until a hand grasped his wrist. Except this wasn't a small petite hand like Hermione's, this was a large strong hand and could easily have snapped his wrist in half. He watched as Erin stepped down from the portrait still clutching his wrist. He was a good 3 inches taller than Harry and looked even more threatening with the lighting and thunder flashing in the portrait behind him.
He lowered his face to within a centimeter of Harry's.
"This would be the time when we stop hitting the painting." He said, his voice was deep and menacing.
"Um…uh…right…yeah…of course…" Harry stuttered.
"Hermione," Erin said turning to her.
"Yes?"
"Please help your boyfriend to keep his emotions in check. I'm getting rather tired of these daily beatings." He let go of Harry's wrist and stepped back into the portrait where he crossed his arms across his chest and simply glared at Harry.
"Um maybe I had better go." Harry said softly, rubbing his wrist.
"Yeah that would probably be good." Hermione replied. She leant up to give him a kiss on the cheek but he tried to kiss her on the lips so they both ended up kissing each others ears, much to Erin's amusement.
"Right," Harry said the color rising in his cheeks. "Well see you."
"See you," Hermione said softly. She waited until Harry had turned the corner before she rounded on Erin.
"What was that for?" She asked angrily.
"What? Am I not allowed to protect myself from abuse?"
"No, of course you are." Hermione said calming down a bit. "But it was like you were sticking up for Malfoy."
"Well to be quite honest I was." He said leaning against the side of the painting.
"What? But why?"
"Well it's not exactly entertaining watching you and your so called boyfriend cuddle all day. Young Master Malfoy livened up the scene quite a bit wouldn't you say?"
"What? Me and my so-called boyfriend? Livened up? Not exactly entertaining?! You are not here to be entertained or to threaten Harry!" She spat angrily.
"Oh so it's Harry now, not your boyfriend?" He said nonchalantly.
"Harry, my boyfriend! There's no difference they are the same person!"
"Oh are they now? Well Ms. Granger, you're right. I am not here to be entertained or to threaten students but I do have the right to voice my opinion on what is right and wrong. And what I am seeing right now is very wrong."
Hermione glared up to the young man in the painting.
"I don't need this Erin." She said angrily. "I get enough of it from Draco, I don't need it from you. Quaere Verum."
"As you wish milady." Erin bowed as the painting swung open.
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Draco watched the couple out of the corner of his eye as he entered the common room.
"Oh that was priceless!" He said triumphantly, jumping onto the sofa. He waited for a few minutes before starting the countdown.
"3…2…1…"
"Malfoy you bloody git! Come out here! You're full of bloody shite, you know that!" Harry said pounding on the portrait.
"Really?" Draco said to himself. "I wasn't aware." Harry continued to pound on the portrait but then suddenly stopped.
'Hmm, maybe Granger's learned to control her little pet.' He thought to himself, reclining back on the couch and closing his eyes. He replayed the scene over in his head.
'It was so perfect! And then I clasped the cloak around her. She certainly smelled nice, I think that scent was vanilla.'
He sat up suddenly.
"I did not just think that." He said out loud. "I mean it's Granger. The know-it-all, the best friend of the Boy Who Lived…the one I spent the best week of my life with." He shook his head. "I must really be going crazy." He said lying back down. "I just admitted that Hermione smelled nice and that I spent the best week of my life with her." He closed his eyes. "Hmm, must be that potion Pomfrey gave me. Although, I wouldn't mind kissing her again." That was the last thing he thought before quickly falling asleep.
'I'm sorry Father!'
'Do not tell me you're sorry you foolish boy.'
Lucius Malfoy pulled out his wand and aimed it at his son.
'When will you learn? Crucio.'
A bright red beam of light hit Draco squarely on the chest. The pain was intense but this wasn't the first time this had happened. Draco bit his lip trying to contain all the hatred that was rising up inside of him. He tried to stay up right but everything was going blurry. He felt light headed and collapsed to the ground. Lucius lifted his wand removing the curse.
'What do you have to say now?'
'It will never happen again Father, never.' Draco replied, a small amount of blood trickled out of his mouth as he stood up.
'Falling in love with a mudblood. You're a disgrace to the Malfoy name.'
'I am ashamed Father.'
'Yes well you should be. Not to worry though. We are going to make sure this never happens again. Goyle! Bring the girl here.'
'What?' Draco said looking up suddenly. He watched as Mr. Goyle dragged a girl over to where they were. She had a bag over her head but Draco could tell she was crying.
'Remove the bag Goyle.' His father instructed. Goyle approached the girl and ripped the bag off exposing her tear stained face.
'No…' Draco said quietly. 'No! Not her Father! Not Hermione!'
'Shut up boy!' His father yelled, slapping him across the face with the back of his hand. Draco fell backwards landing hard in the dirt. He heard Hermione scream but she had been gagged so no words were heard.
'Now you will see what happens when you love something Draco.' His father said pulling his wand back out.
'No! Hermione! No!' Draco screamed but there was nothing he could do. Lucius took aim with his wand.
'Avada Kedavra.'
"No!" Draco yelled sitting up. His face was soaked in sweat. "Why? I thought those dreams were over!" It was true. He had had that very same dream before but not for at least a month. He had actually had it for a week straight. The week he spent with Hermione. He clutched his throbbing forehead. It was like this every time he did something he wasn't supposed to. He would have a dream where his father would beat him and then do some indescribably horrible thing.
"It's like he can read my mind." He said to himself. He wiped the sweat from his face. "What I need is a nice cold shower." He slowly stood up and headed for the door to his room. Suddenly the portrait swung open and Hermione walked inside. Draco could tell she was upset.
'Well, why wouldn't she be?' He thought to himself. That's when she spotted him. "Oh no." He said quietly as she marched up to him.
"Malfoy, who in the bloody hell to you think you are?" She yelled.
"I think that I am Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy." He said smugly. That would cost him. Hermione's hand made contact with his cheek.
"Don't be smart with me Malfoy! How could you do that? And in front of Harry?"
"It's who I am Granger. People don't change, I don't change get over it!" He turned to enter his room.
"People do change Draco!"
He turned back around to face her.
"I saw it and not just for a brief second. I saw it for a whole week. I saw a Draco Malfoy who didn't think that he was better than everyone else. I saw a Draco Malfoy who was kind and charming and generous. I saw a Draco Malfoy who didn't care that I was just a mudblood. I saw the real you Draco and you can never convince me otherwise. And from this point forward I will always have hope and know in my heart that this is not the real you." With that she turned and entered her room. Draco watched silently as she walked away. He turned and entered his own room. He walked around looked for anything he could let out his frustration on but there was nothing. Defeated he finally collapsed onto his bed covering his face with his hands.
"How can someone so wrong, be so right?"
A/N: Ok well what did everybody think? I liked that chapter because it was from Draco's point of view a lot. Well read and review and tell me what you think. Thx! Later.
