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Chapter Eight

I was waiting for so long
For a miracle to come
Everyone told me to be strong
Hold on, and don't shed a tear
Through the darkness and good times
I knew I'd make it through
And the world thought I had it all
But I was waiting for you

Thousands of tears had been shed in Hermione's life. She had been deprived of millions of things that had made other lives fulfilling and meaningful. She had lived a life of purgatory, always traveling an endless road towards something she feared she would never reach. It was always there in front of her, clear as day. But Hermione never could distinguish the title given to it, or how it would be given to her. It's like when you're thinking really hard to find a word for something, but you never can think of it. It's right there on your tongue, begging to be said, but never is. You are left angry with yourself for not being able to accomplish such a simple task, and think endlessly for that single blasted word.

Thus was Hermione's ordeal. What was that word hanging on the edge of her tongue? What was she in search for?

Hush, now
I see a light in the sky
Oh, it's almost blinding me
I can't believe, I've been touched by an angel with love
Let the rain come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears
Let it shatter the walls for a new sun…

Was that it? Had it been given to her without her acknowledgement? Had the answer just passed by her again? Not this time.

A new day has come

Hermione refused to let this window of opportunity shut on her again. She was starting a new… sort of. No one could achieve what they intended on getting over night. Hell, even God had to have seven days to make the universe. But what was she changing? And why?

Where it was dark now there's light
Where there was pain now there's joy
Where there was weakness I found my strength
All in the eyes of a boy

Alas! Draco? Did Draco have part in this transformation? Did he dive into Hermione's soul and bring it back to the surface when it had been drowning all along? Did he even realize it? Were these his intentions? So many thoughts, so little head space. She needed a pensive to sort this out.

They had met a long time ago. He was considered pure, leaving her filthy. He was brought up in the society she used to make believe, but now was part of. They were on the different ends of the spectrum, but were both brilliant. Naturally, this had brought them together, torn them apart, and made them hate each other.

Some would call it ironic that they were beginning to bind themselves together this way. But they were always bound together. Of course, people mistake irony all the time.

Knowing that a tornado is supposed to occur in one city on a certain day, but instead happens somewhere completely different, that is ironic. This wasn't ironic, more of like a play of serendipity.

People had suspected that Hermione and Draco would come together eventually. People knew they were destined to be together. Opposites attract right? He was bad, she was good.

People are also stupid, living in a fantasy world were everything has its place and the plot is reeking with a romantic stench. They gossip, and assume, not really seeing the whole picture but instead pieces and chunks because they choose to. People retard their own minds. Both Hermione and Draco learned this a long time ago. Humanity was only concerned with itself. Why shouldn't it be? You can't get anywhere without your own two feet. O6ther people mean nothing. They don't inhabit your body. Why bother?

Another question that needed to be retrieved and put in a pensive for sorting.

But for now Hermione was content. She wasn't thinking about her philosophical views in her dreams. She wasn't consumed in trying to figure out all of the world's problems. She had just made love with a boy. Not just any boy and not just any love. It was Draco, and it was REAL love. Not the phony kind seen in movies that will never happen, and most certainly not the fake love used to get what one wants. She made genuine love. Not only that, but she received it too.

Hush, now
I see the light in the sky
Oh, it's almost blinding me
I can't believe, I've been touched by an angel with love
Let the rain come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears
Let it shatter the walls for a new sun

A new day has come

Let the rain come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears
Let it shatter the walls for a new sun

A new day has come

Hush now, I see the light in your eyes
All in the eyes of a boy
I can't believe, I've been touched by an angel with love
I can't believe, I've been touched by an angel with love

Hush now
A new day

Hush now
A new day


Stirring slightly as eyes opened wide, Hermione's smile could not be wiped off her face. She was rejuvenated, and loving it. Turning to her side she was faced with the disappointment of being alone in her bed. She felt the sheets of where his body had laid not so long ago. They were cold.

I wonder when he left last night?

Shaking it off, Hermione jumped out of bed. Hopping in the shower, she prepared herself for the day—excuse me—the NEW day ahead of her.


His eyes had traveled over her nude body more times than he could count. God she was beautiful! Draco would have given anything to have woken up to her sweet sleeping form in the morning. He still regretted leaving her that night, but he had to.

Unwillingly, Draco had woken up about an hour after falling asleep in her arms. He had laid there, watching her, memorizing her. The way her hair covered her face, the way the stress wrinkles erased from her forehead, the way her body slowly moved with each breath she took. Everything flowed together perfectly. It was poetic. The sight of her was poetic, that's the only word that could be used to describe it.

The consequences of what could happen that night could be taken two ways. It could force any human to squirm thinking of what his father would do or what Voldemort would do. He father alone was physically abusive, but Voldemort was vicious and cunning. Draco could only envision himself being forced to do something to Hermione so Harry would be torn apart and lead a victory for the monster he would have to call his Lord. Draco knew it. Draco knew that Voldemort knew Harry's weaknesses. The bastard studied Harry for a living. If Draco had that link that could cause victory, Voldemort would use it in a heartbeat.

That's what scared the shit out of Draco; knowing this information could change everything for the Dark Side.

But how could he be scared? Draco wasn't scared of anything, he was a Malfoy. He'd never been fearful in his life. So why now? What changed?

Hermione.

She changed him. He had known it since the day he stepped into that train compartment and saw her bloodstained arm. He had known it when he witnessed her breakdown in the hallway. He had known it when he actually needed her. Most of all, he had known it when he kissed her. Draco Malfoy knew he would never be the same.

I'm fucked!

What in the hell had he gotten himself into? This wasn't the plan he made. He shouldn't even be here right now, he shouldn't be alive. He should be buried six feet under the ground, rotting in a box he would never see. He should be free. But he wasn't. Draco damned himself.

Now what?

He could just go on with his plan. He could end everything right now without a second thought. But that was the glitch, that damned second thought. He had one now. He shouldn't care about her. He'd probably do her a favor, killing himself off. She would follow in his footsteps, it was so predictable. They'd both be dead.

Draco called for his wand and watched as it flew to his hand in one silky motion. He looked at it, examining it. He fiddled the twig between his fingers, twirling it in circles time and time again. One spell. That's all it took. He pointed the wand to his heart.

Avada Kedavra… Avada Kedavra… SAY IT YOU DUMB FUCK!

Defeated, and angry, Draco threw his wand. He heard the clunk as it hit the wall, not even caring where it had landed.

A tear slipped from his eye, then another, and another. Soon Draco's body was shuddering from the spilled tears. He drew his body into a ball and nestled his head to his knees. He couldn't do it. He just couldn't do it. Two fucking words and a stick. That's how easy it was.

He swore out loud as the sobs continued. Damn her. Damned her to hell. He cursed Hermione for making him so weak. He cursed her for everything she had turned him into. He damned her for doing this to him. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. Draco was delirious. He was turning mad. Had he stopped to see he was just in as far as she was, he would have realized a lot.

Instead he formed a new plan. He had to stop this, all of this. He couldn't let their relationship go any further, if that was possible, then what it was now.

Make her hate you.

Draco stopped crying. He looked up, letting the tiniest of smirks appear on his face. That was it. Make her hate you. Make her cry, shatter her spirits. Who cared if she turned around and took her own life? That wasn't his problem. If he got rid of her, he could go on with his own plans.

A small laugh formed in the back of Draco's throat. It grew louder and louder. Eventually it became sinister. Draco wiped his eyes, still laughing and jumped out of his bed.

"Accio!" he yelled and felt his wand within his grip again. Calming down his mind, and cooling off to pass as normal, Draco marched out of his room, the faintest of a skip in his walk and a smirk plastered to his face.