Author's Notes: Ok, I apologize for the insane wait. I was having a MAJOR writer's block all month. But not to worry, I'm going to write…right now, alright? Haha. Right right right. Um….riiiiiggghhhtt. Now, I have to worry about JKR's copyrights. I don't own any of this stuff.
Also, just to warn you guys, I might not ever update again. Due to my death. You see, the fates are against as of right now. Because dimes like to bounce into somebody else's ketchup, and my dad likes to choose the one restaurant that my enemy works at, assholes in gym class torturing me, being forced to run a mile with my lax coach right beside me, not allowing me to walk a single step, and not to mention one of my best friends not being in school all week, and the fact that my band teacher won't seat the clarinets, and plus the fact that my email won't work, so I can't communicate with my friends or my cousin, and the fact that I got killed in lacrosse and didn't even bruise!—and the fact that Lacrosse Conditioning is on the same day at the same time as my drum lesson aka the highlight of my week, my Marching Band magnet with a picture of me on it fell when I first got it and cracked at the bottom, and when I came downstairs this morning I found my entire face cracked in half because, once again, someone dropped it, and various other incidents that are attributing to my death. So………if I disappear off the face of the earth, it is not my fault.
When
I was young I was invincible,
I find myself now thinking twice,
I
never thought about no future,
its just the roll of the dice.
But
the day may come when you've got something to lose,
and just when
you think you're done paying dues
And you say to yourself, dear
God what Have I done?
And hope its not too late 'cause tomorrow
may never come.
Chorus:
Reach For the Sky, 'cause
tomorrow may never come
Reach For the Sky, 'cause tomorrow may
never come
Yesterday is history and tomorrow's a mystery
But
baby right now, its just about you and me,
You can run you can
hide, just like Bonnie and Clyde
Reach for the sky ain't never
gonna die,
and I thank the Lord for the love I have found
and
hold you tight cause tomorrow may never come.
Chorus
So
if you please take this moment
Try if you can make it last
Don't
think about no future and just forget about the past
and make it
last.
Chorus
Sorry, I love that song. Anyway, enjoy the story. Oh, btw, buy FLOGGING MOLLY-SWAGGER. It is the most amazing CD ever!
Chapter 14
When Malfoy walked into the Great Hall that morning, one of the things he expected to see was a bunch of people sitting around, dead tired, eating breakfast. What he didn't expect to see was Hermione sitting at the Gryffindor table crying into Ron's shoulder while Ron had a confused look on his face, awkwardly patting her on the back. "What the bloody hell!" he said under breath, as he walked over to where Hermione was sitting.
(A/N: Once again, I would like to tell you another reason I believe the fates are against me. Guess what! As I was saving this file (I had over 2 pages written) my computer decided to stop working and close only Microsoft Word. So, now I lost all of my work. Greaaatt. Maybe I will just stop writing. Apparently, the world hates me.)
(Great, now I lost my train of thought. Thanks a lot fate! Screw it. I give up)
"MALFOY!" she shrieked. "I HATE YOU! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO MAKE ME SUFFER SO MUCH!"
"Hermione, can we talk?" he asked her.
"No," Harry and Ron stated in unison, simply.
"Why not?" Malfoy whined.
"Because last time you tried to hit her!" Harry growled.
"Plus, we hate you…" Ron said, cheerfully.
"No, I'll go." Hermione stood up, gingerly, and walked, like a penguin, past Malfoy and into the hallway.
"Now, please calm down. You're making me look like a psychotic maniac," Malfoy told Hermione.
"Calm down? Calm down! CALM DOWN! You're not the one with a diaper on. You're not the one that's bloody! You're not the one who's insides are about to rip out! You're not the one that has a splitting headache! You're not the one that's nauseous!"
"It's not that bad. Sure, it feels like hell, but just ignore it."
"How can I ignore it! It feels like my bloody insides are bloody going to rip out of my bloody body! And the fact that I've felt 10 times more emotions in the past ten minutes than I have in my entire life!"
"Shhhhh. Calm down." Hermione opened her mouth to report, but Malfoy smoothly cut her off. "Look. Let's go to our common room and I'll help you relieve the pain. We'll say we're sick and that we can't go to the first class today. Ok?"
"We can't miss class!" Hermione shouted.
"Yes, we can. We have transfiguration, I'll tell McGonnagal that you were having a feminine emergency."
"But—but…I want chocolate!" she wailed.
"I'll get you chocolate, just be quiet."
"But I'm miserable!" she promptly burst out in tears.
"You're causing a scene," Malfoy hissed under breathe. He took her arm and half-dragged her back to their common room.
"Ok, lay down on the couch," Malfoy commanded her.
"Okay!" she replied happily. Hermione layed down on her back and propped some pillows under her head. She looked relatively calm until she got a sudden stab of pain. Cramps. "Ah! It hurts! AHHH! It's horrible! Save me! I'm going to explode!"
"You're such a drama queen!" Draco shouted to her from their medicine closet.
"You're not the one in pain!"
"I've dealt with this more than enough times, Hermione." Draco came out of the closet (A/N: Not like that, you retards!) and turned to see Hermione laying on her back. "No wonder you're in so much pain. Bloody hell! Turn over."
"What?"
"Don't lay on your back. That only makes it hurt more."
"But it's uncomfy on my side or stomach," she whined.
"You're only making it worse," he said in a sing-songy voice.
"Ugh. Fine." She reluctantly turned off of her back. "No what?"
"Now, you take these." Malfoy stuck out his open hand; there were two pills in it.
"What's that?" she asked suspiciously. "They're muggle pain relievers.
"I don't trust you."
"Fine, Ms. Paranoia. Suffer." Malfoy turned and started to walk away, knowing that it would only be a matter of seconds until Hermione would be beckoning him back.
"WAIT!" Hermione said in a pained voice, "must…have…pain killers."
"Fine." Malfoy walked back to her and gave her 2 advils and a heating pad.
"Let's go," Malfoy said, after checking his watch.
"Go where?"
"To potions," he explained, "we're going to be late soon."
"But I'm sick!"
"No, you have cramps."
"But—"
"Let's go." Malfoy turned and walked out of the room with a spring in his step. Nothing like going to potions in the body of Snape's favorite student.
Author's Notes: I meant to make this a lot longer but I feel like shit. So deal with it. Anyway, I have to go run 3 miles and do sprints in about an hour (less actually). So bye.
Next Chapter: Potions.
Future Events: Malfoy's life.
