Disclaimer: I don't own HP or anything like that, however I have Jason on the wall with
Renee, Troy, Brian, Alyssa and Nicole. Yes, Jason is a real person, and I made his character
just like himself... yes, be scared. He really does this stuff!
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! MUAH!!!!!!
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Hermione stared in shock, shivering in her skirt and stockings.
"Heather!" said Narcissa giving Mrs. Granger a hug.
"Narcissa!" squealed Heather hugging back her best friend.
"So, this is your lovely daughter?" said Lucius.
"Yes, this is our Hermione." Heather said putting an arm around her shocked daughter's
sholder.
"And I suspect this is your son?" said Burny. (Let's just say that Hermione forgave her
dad for what happened in the summer.)
"He's gorgeous!" said Heather hugging him and snapping him out of his trans.
"Mother, what are the Grangers doing here?" asked Draco, the elders obviously didn't
notice he and Hermione's earlier reactions.
"The Grangers?" said Narcissa, "No, this is Heather and Burny!"
"You mean Hermione's mother is your bestfriend?"
"Hermione? That's Hermione? She's beautiful Draco just like you said."
Draco blushed and looked at Hermione, who was standing there with her mouth hanging open
and obvilious to Draco's mother's comment.
"You know Hermione?" asked Heather, at that Hermione snapped back into reality.
"Mum, did we get the wrong house?"
"Oh no dear, this is Narcissa my very dear friend and her husband Lucius and their son..
What is your son's name?"
"Oh, his name is...."
"I ALREADY KNOW WHO HE IS! Mum, Dad, I've changed my mind! Take me home! I'll stay with
Brian and Renee or Troy or Nicole, or go back to Hogwarts, but I'm not staying here!" Hermione
yelled, rudely interrupting Narcissa.
"Hermione Ann Granger!" Burny scolded, "You will stay here! Now Narcissa, what were you
saying?"
Narcissa who seemed unphased by Hermione's outburst continued, "His name's Draco."
Hermione looked at the ground as Heather gasped.
"Is this your Draco?" Heather asked her crimson daughter.
Hermione just nodded. Heather leaned down and whispered into Hermione's ear, but loud
enough for them all to hear.
"You're right! He is a fox!" Hermione's head dropped lower.
"Draco, show Hermione to her room." Lucius ordered, "And take her bags."
Draco took Hermione's bags and said "Follow me," as he led her to the room right beside
his own.
"Thank you." Hermione said lowly as he put her bags down on the floor of her room.
"No problem...... Mudblood." Draco added mudblood as an afterthought. (Did you know that
that said Draco assed mudblood? I feel stupid!)
Hermione opened her mouth to retort but she decided against it. She just turned to her
trunk and pulled out the Evanescence CD and a player. She turned on Tourniquet and laid down
on the bed that would be hers for the rest of the holidays face down. She didn't care that Draco
stood in the door way watching her. She rolled onto her back and belted out the words to her
favortie song.
"MY GOD MY TOURNIQUET RETURN TO ME SALVATION! MY GOD MY TOURNIQUET RETURN TO ME SALVATION
MY WOUNDS CRY FOR THE GRAVE MY SOUL CRYS FOR DELEVERANCE WILL I BE DENIED CHRIST TOURNIQUET
MY SUICIDE..." she died down during the end. It didn't matter that she sung loudly she still
sung beautifully.
Draco smiled to himself as she started on the next song, clearly not noticeing he
was there.
"I linger in the doorway of alarm clock screaming monsters yelling my name let me stay
where the wind will whisper to me where the raindrops as their falling tell a story In my field
of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple
sky fly over me don't say I'm out of touch with this rampant chaos-your reality...." she trailed
off turning her head to the side and seeing Draco.
He noticed she looked miserable, but beautiful all the same. Her head tilted towards
him and she trailed off. She saw him and quickly stood up.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing really, just for you to... to.." he was going to tell her to shut up but he
couldn't he couldn't stand to see her so sad, and depressed. He turned and slowly walked back
into his room.
Hermione sighed. She didn't know how she'd survive the holiday's with Draco.
She decided to talk to him. She walked over to the door on her right, that she was almost
sure was his. She knocked. The door jerked open.
"What do you want?" he asked harsly.
"I wanted to know if we could get along.. you know just for the holidays."
"Why would I want to get along with you?" Draco said raising his voice a little, he
was a man of his word, even if it was to Pansy.
"YOU DON'T HAVE TO RAISE YOUR VOICE JUST BECAUSE I WANTED TO HAVE A NICE HOLIDAY!" she
screamed, and she turned and ran into her room.
Narcissa and Heather ran upstairs to see Draco looking longingly as where Hermione just
ran into.
"What did you do to her?" asked Narcissa.
"No, Ciss it was probably Hermione, I'll go talk to her." said Heather as she knocked
on her daughters door.
"What?" Hermione said through sobs.
"Can I come in?"
"No, go away I don't want to see anyone right now!"
"Hermione..."
"NO MOTHER LEAVE!" Heather was shocked that Hermione would backtalk her like that, but
she understood and left the door.
"She'll come around, just leave her a bit." Heather said as she turned to Narcissa and
they walked back down stairs.
In Hermione's room, she sat on her bed bleeding with a quill in her hand. She had stabbed
her arm with the point, thinking that mabey if she caused her self physical pain, it would take
away the emotional pain.
That night, Hermione didn't want to be rude to Narcissa and Lucius because they seemed
like nice people, so she went to dinner, forgetting all about the wound she had caused herself
earlier.
At dinner Draco sat next to Hermione and while studying her he saw a cut that looked like
someone had done with a quill, and dried blood around it. He decided he would talk to her about
it.
"Hermione!" Draco called, chaseing her up the stairs.
"What do you want?"
"What did you do?" he asked gesturing to her arm.
"Why do you care?" she asked harshly and ran into her room.
"If only you knew." he whisepered to the closed door.
Renee, Troy, Brian, Alyssa and Nicole. Yes, Jason is a real person, and I made his character
just like himself... yes, be scared. He really does this stuff!
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! MUAH!!!!!!
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Hermione stared in shock, shivering in her skirt and stockings.
"Heather!" said Narcissa giving Mrs. Granger a hug.
"Narcissa!" squealed Heather hugging back her best friend.
"So, this is your lovely daughter?" said Lucius.
"Yes, this is our Hermione." Heather said putting an arm around her shocked daughter's
sholder.
"And I suspect this is your son?" said Burny. (Let's just say that Hermione forgave her
dad for what happened in the summer.)
"He's gorgeous!" said Heather hugging him and snapping him out of his trans.
"Mother, what are the Grangers doing here?" asked Draco, the elders obviously didn't
notice he and Hermione's earlier reactions.
"The Grangers?" said Narcissa, "No, this is Heather and Burny!"
"You mean Hermione's mother is your bestfriend?"
"Hermione? That's Hermione? She's beautiful Draco just like you said."
Draco blushed and looked at Hermione, who was standing there with her mouth hanging open
and obvilious to Draco's mother's comment.
"You know Hermione?" asked Heather, at that Hermione snapped back into reality.
"Mum, did we get the wrong house?"
"Oh no dear, this is Narcissa my very dear friend and her husband Lucius and their son..
What is your son's name?"
"Oh, his name is...."
"I ALREADY KNOW WHO HE IS! Mum, Dad, I've changed my mind! Take me home! I'll stay with
Brian and Renee or Troy or Nicole, or go back to Hogwarts, but I'm not staying here!" Hermione
yelled, rudely interrupting Narcissa.
"Hermione Ann Granger!" Burny scolded, "You will stay here! Now Narcissa, what were you
saying?"
Narcissa who seemed unphased by Hermione's outburst continued, "His name's Draco."
Hermione looked at the ground as Heather gasped.
"Is this your Draco?" Heather asked her crimson daughter.
Hermione just nodded. Heather leaned down and whispered into Hermione's ear, but loud
enough for them all to hear.
"You're right! He is a fox!" Hermione's head dropped lower.
"Draco, show Hermione to her room." Lucius ordered, "And take her bags."
Draco took Hermione's bags and said "Follow me," as he led her to the room right beside
his own.
"Thank you." Hermione said lowly as he put her bags down on the floor of her room.
"No problem...... Mudblood." Draco added mudblood as an afterthought. (Did you know that
that said Draco assed mudblood? I feel stupid!)
Hermione opened her mouth to retort but she decided against it. She just turned to her
trunk and pulled out the Evanescence CD and a player. She turned on Tourniquet and laid down
on the bed that would be hers for the rest of the holidays face down. She didn't care that Draco
stood in the door way watching her. She rolled onto her back and belted out the words to her
favortie song.
"MY GOD MY TOURNIQUET RETURN TO ME SALVATION! MY GOD MY TOURNIQUET RETURN TO ME SALVATION
MY WOUNDS CRY FOR THE GRAVE MY SOUL CRYS FOR DELEVERANCE WILL I BE DENIED CHRIST TOURNIQUET
MY SUICIDE..." she died down during the end. It didn't matter that she sung loudly she still
sung beautifully.
Draco smiled to himself as she started on the next song, clearly not noticeing he
was there.
"I linger in the doorway of alarm clock screaming monsters yelling my name let me stay
where the wind will whisper to me where the raindrops as their falling tell a story In my field
of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple
sky fly over me don't say I'm out of touch with this rampant chaos-your reality...." she trailed
off turning her head to the side and seeing Draco.
He noticed she looked miserable, but beautiful all the same. Her head tilted towards
him and she trailed off. She saw him and quickly stood up.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing really, just for you to... to.." he was going to tell her to shut up but he
couldn't he couldn't stand to see her so sad, and depressed. He turned and slowly walked back
into his room.
Hermione sighed. She didn't know how she'd survive the holiday's with Draco.
She decided to talk to him. She walked over to the door on her right, that she was almost
sure was his. She knocked. The door jerked open.
"What do you want?" he asked harsly.
"I wanted to know if we could get along.. you know just for the holidays."
"Why would I want to get along with you?" Draco said raising his voice a little, he
was a man of his word, even if it was to Pansy.
"YOU DON'T HAVE TO RAISE YOUR VOICE JUST BECAUSE I WANTED TO HAVE A NICE HOLIDAY!" she
screamed, and she turned and ran into her room.
Narcissa and Heather ran upstairs to see Draco looking longingly as where Hermione just
ran into.
"What did you do to her?" asked Narcissa.
"No, Ciss it was probably Hermione, I'll go talk to her." said Heather as she knocked
on her daughters door.
"What?" Hermione said through sobs.
"Can I come in?"
"No, go away I don't want to see anyone right now!"
"Hermione..."
"NO MOTHER LEAVE!" Heather was shocked that Hermione would backtalk her like that, but
she understood and left the door.
"She'll come around, just leave her a bit." Heather said as she turned to Narcissa and
they walked back down stairs.
In Hermione's room, she sat on her bed bleeding with a quill in her hand. She had stabbed
her arm with the point, thinking that mabey if she caused her self physical pain, it would take
away the emotional pain.
That night, Hermione didn't want to be rude to Narcissa and Lucius because they seemed
like nice people, so she went to dinner, forgetting all about the wound she had caused herself
earlier.
At dinner Draco sat next to Hermione and while studying her he saw a cut that looked like
someone had done with a quill, and dried blood around it. He decided he would talk to her about
it.
"Hermione!" Draco called, chaseing her up the stairs.
"What do you want?"
"What did you do?" he asked gesturing to her arm.
"Why do you care?" she asked harshly and ran into her room.
"If only you knew." he whisepered to the closed door.