Chapter 7
Hermione awoke and stretched and yawned. Suddenly she remembered where she was. Actually, what concerned her more was who she was with. She bolted up and looked around. A blanket fell to the floor and she looked at it. It was green with a silver snake. It was obvious of to who it belonged to.
She looked around and found that some food was laid for her on the coffee table. She ignored it and pushed it away.
She looked around again and discovered that her surroundings were different. No more were the stars and planets. Now there was a huge garden that adorned the walls. It even looked like there were no walls. Just an endless garden of beauty. The furniture changed as well. They were now garden benches but when you sat on them it seemed to have a cushion. The tables, chairs, and even the bookcases transformed to match the theme.
She sighed and sat back down. Suddenly, a door appeared where an owl was once perched on a tree.
Draco Malfoy came out in nothing but his boxers.
He spotted Hermione and smirked.
"Finally, you're up. Your boyfriends ambushed me a while ago. I distinctly remember Potter saying that if he doesn't see you tomorrow for class he would, what were the words he used? Oh yeah, 'pummel me to the ground.'" He smirked.
"As if he could." He added and his smirk grew.
Hermione's temper flared again.
"You egotistical brat! I can not possibly live in this common room with you for the rest of the year! Dumbledore's going mad!" she said furiously.
"For once I agree Potter."
She growled furiously and walked towards where she knew her room was supposed to be.
'What happened to the truce!' she thought.
She walked towards the same spot she was before and a door appeared as she made contact to the part of the wall.
She entered and decided to do what she always did to bury pain, sadness and anger. She studied.
By the time she felt that she had done enough 'burying' she had memorized half her books, not that she hadn't memorized it before. She just rememorized it. If that even is possible.
She went over to her trunk and threw it open. She quickly summoned her black book. She opened it and found all her recently added poems. She turned to a new page and began to sketch.
At first she was thinking of her real mother and father. She now knew of what it was like for Harry not to have known them and have people come up to him and tell him they were great.
She didn't notice her moment of weakness. She didn't notice the tears form. Nor that they seemed to create light stains of tears on her cheek. She didn't even know what she was sketching. She was only thinking about two things.
Darkness and Sacrifice.
She sighed and finally took a first real look at what she had done.
It was a portrait of a girl. Not her age though. She looked like she was only a year old. She had long hair and a pair of eyes that you could never forget. Only, she was hidden in shadow and she was pulling her legs towards her chest. The child was in a corner while all around her darkness had claimed.
She hadn't realized but she had also written a poem beside the portrait.
At first the light came seeping through
Yet it seemed that no happiness bloomed
Always hidden
Always forbidden
Always forgotten and considered nothing.
Then the peace is found in the dark
The horrible place where she put her mark
The broken pieces of herself was scattered
No one even checked or bothered
No one knew of the hurt inside
No one knew of her deadly abide
No one knew of the sadness within
And darkness was her only friend.
She suddenly realized that the girl also had tears in her eyes. Hermione despised her. She hated weakness. She hated tears. She hated that she couldn't hate her.
She whimpered and she forced her tears away. She dug them deep in her heart forever scarring her. She ran to her bathroom and filled the sink with cold water. She filled it to the brim and took a deep breath. She plunged her head inside and she kept her eyes open.
The sensation was great. She could feel cold air rush to her mind. She could feel her chest start to quiver to the lack of oxygen. Her sight was impeccable though. She could see her hair all around her in dismay. She just stared at the water as if willing it to show her something.
After a while, when she really had to come up for oxygen, she pulled out from the water. She drained the sink and cleaned the bathroom with a simple spell.
As she was cleaning, a pair of eyes was watching her. Albus Dumbledore frowned. He didn't like seeing his prized student go through this. He knew that darkness had filled her but she had to be strong. For herself and Draco Malfoy. He turned to watch the teenage boy and sighed.
Draco wrote a letter to his father and smirked. That was it. Now his father would come barging in and shouting at Dumbledore to return me to the Slytherin common room.
He lay down on his bed and closed his eyes.
His thought raced back and forth in his mind.
'Potter doesn't look half bad this year.' He thought as an image of her popped up in his mind.
'Too bad for excuse she calls hair. And that mouth! It's like its dripping with poison she only too happy to contaminate me with.'
He began to drift to sleep with only the thought of the half-blood princess brewing in his mind while she herself was only a few feet away.
Hermione was drying her hair with a towel. She groaned in frustration and just said a quick spell to do it for her.
'Why didn't I think of that before?' she thought.
She changed her clothes to her pajamas and lay on her bed. She was just staring at the ceiling. It was a swirl of different shades of blue, purple, silver and black.
She felt herself getting dizzy.
She thought it was just the effect of looking at the ceiling and drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later, the pureblood prince came out of his room and checked his watch. It was already a quarter till classes started.
He groaned and remembered the words Dumbledore had written to him in his letter.
In case any of you decide to pull pranks on each other or do anything against the rules, i would like to inform you that I will be monitoring both of you closely. I have rearranged your schedules to match each other as it is attached to this letter. All of your professors will be pairing you two and will be seeing if one is missing. If one of you disappears I will be forced to check into matters and might even strip you of your titles.
Don't get into trouble now,
Albus Dumbledore
He groaned and headed towards a part of the room which today was a snow palace. He neared a statue of ice and it parted to create a door.
He entered and looked around the room. It was pretty wicked but he liked his totally black room better.
He spotted Hermione sleeping on her cloud bed.
He approached her and began shaking her awake.
She didn't budge.
He just stared at her and then went to check if she died.
He began to open one of her eyelids but he withdrew his hand quickly.
She was burning hot!
He ran out of her room, out the portrait hole and straight to madame Promfrey but while he was gone a bright and shining light appeared from Hermione's trunk once more.
"Mr. Malfoy! Why are you running?" she asked.
"Emergency! In Potter's room! Fever!" was all he could say.
"Lead the way!"
He led her to their common room and to Hermione.
He left the room and headed to his first class.
As soon as he entered, he was pinned to the wall by a strong force.
"Where's Hermione!" it shouted at his face.
"Contrary to popular belief, I am not Potter's babysitter!" he shouted back at a pair of gleaming emerald eyes.
"If I ever find out you did anything to her, you will sorely regret it!"
And Hermione's- I mean, Potter's twin, Potter disappeared.
Draco clutched his head. This was way more confusing than the Weasleys!
He continued with his classes for half of the day when he was interrupted in potions class.
"Excuse me Professor Snape. Draco Malfoy is needed in the headmasters' office." The girl Weasley said.
"Malfoy, Go."
He followed her to Dumbledore's office and she turned to face me.
"Listen, I know what happened to Hermione. And I also happen to know what they want to ask you. You are not going to like it. Just a heads up." She told him and walked away towards the charms corridor.
He pushed the door open to Dumbledore's office and was greeted by a familiar face.
"No way! No way am I doing this!" he shouted.
Authors Note:
Hey! Thank you all for your encouraging. Guess what? My math teacher approached me and told me that the grades I saw were actually the ones of the dude before me! My grades are fine! I did write all the poems here so please tell me before you use them! Thank you to those who read and review. I love you guys! I swear. Without you I would be so lonely and bored. HahaÜ