Chapter 9
Draco left the common room and sighed.
'Time to get back to that damned office.' He thought as he neared the gargoyle.
"Chocolate Charcoals." He said irritated.
"Ah. Mr. Malfoy. I am guessing that you have come to do your task. She has been waiting for you." Dumbledore smiled.
"Yeah. Sure. Just peachy." He said sarcastically.
Dumbledore let him in and that damned 'familiar face' was upon him again.
"Drackie!" a tall woman that looked very much like him screamed and hugged him.
"Hello mother." He sighed in exasperation.
"You do not know what I have been living with! You're father is driving me up the wall! You must stop him!" she whined.
He remembered that she was not always this way. She used to be the smartest witch at Hogwarts before she married his father. He cast a curse at her when Draco was ten years of age. He cursed her to forget everything that she had been before the marriage and before Draco was born. Except there was a flaw. The curse was so strong it altered her completely and she was left into that state.
"Don't worry Mother. Just get back to the mansion. I will be coming home after graduation." He assured her.
She just burst to tears and whined some more.
"My baby's going to graduate! Then he would leave the house and live on his own then one day even marry! My little baby's growing up!" she cried.
Draco rolled his eyes and sent his mother back to the mansion making clear instructions to the elves to stop letting her get to Hogwarts no matter how much she kicked or screamed.
"Blasted family. They always ruin things for me!" he complained to no one in particular.
As the anger welled up inside him, a young girl sat inside a common room she shared with him and was writing in a book she promised never to reveal to anyone else.
There was once a girl
From another world
She showed happiness to all who she knew
Happiness that didn't quite subdue
The hurt she felt in reality
So much pain it felt like an abnormality
She was such a great pretender
Just another liar
Lived just to ruin her own life
Lived just for the sake of her own strife
Lived just for the sorrow and pain
Lived to see nothing ever the same
Lived to be claimed by the shadows again and again
Lived to have no real friends
Lived just not to show her real self
Lived to pretend like she was someone else
Lived to serve others than her
Lived to suffer for the world
Live to never be that girl
That was full of sorrow inside
That never let the light abide
She just lived for darkness to claim
Her own self and bring her pain
Lived to never be free
Lived so that she could never be
The true she that was inside
The she that no one even knew inside
The she that she didn't even know
The she that was full of heartfelt sorrow
The she that would love to escape the world
The she that was like a little girl
Just full of tears
Just had a million fears
But she did not fear the shadows and lies
Actually, it was her abide
She was afraid of being caught
She was afraid of being taught
How to be free
How to finally be she
But she just lived for sorrow and pain
And nothing will ever be the same.
Hermione kept writing furiously that she didn't notice the addition of a person in the room watching her carefully.
Draco was utterly surprised. Hermione was writing furiously and she had this pained expression on her face.
Suddenly, he felt the ground shake. He looked down and the once solid floor turned into white powdery sand. He went to a corner of the room to be safer.
'What is Dumbledore playing at!' he thought angrily
The furniture and the whole room turned into a beach. There were beach chairs instead of couches, there were towels that littered some portions of the room and they even had a sun in there! Only it wasn't hot. Some part of the room had also turned into an ocean. Unfortunately, Hermione was in that part of the room.
She did not even notice. That is until the couch she was sitting on disappeared into the water and a blood curdling scream filled the air.
As soon as the scream came into contact with his ears it had stopped. He stared at the water waiting for Hermione to resurface completely cross but after several minutes of waiting, he began to become worried.
"Bloody Potter…" he murmured as he ran towards the ocean and took of his shirt and socks.
He dove into the icy cold water and didn't even flinch. He was used to this temperature since his father used him as a guinea pig for his new temperature curses and spells.
He casted a spell on his eyes so he can see more clearly in the water. He searched frantically.
He resurfaced for air and dove back down.
He was beginning to lose hope. He could not find a thing that resembled Hermione.
His body was becoming rigid. He had not been subdued to this temperature for this long.
He finally found a dark shadow looming where there was really deep water. It was being dragged on by the current and it looked to be unconscious. He swam faster and faster.
'Hope I am not too late!' he thought desperately.
He swam faster and faster but it seemed the faster he went the farther it seemed to be. He finally put on full speed and caught up to Hermione. He grabbed onto her and began to swim upwards.
He found it very difficult since he was losing his breath and he now had someone to weigh him down. He pushed harder and finally broke to the surface.
He looked at Hermione and grew even more worried. Her skin had become white and she was so cold. She didn't even seem to be breathing.
He swam towards the sea shore and placed her on the sand. He tried to check her pulse to find none and began trying CPU.
When nothing else worked, he began to become more desperate.
'Urgh! There is no other choice!' he thought frantically.
Hermione was in the dark. She was rocking herself back in forth. She was so afraid. There were creatures in the dark that she could not see. She could hear all sorts of sounds that would have scared anyone to death. Suddenly, a voice came out from in front of her.
"Well, well, well… if it isn't Hermione…" it hissed.
She looked up but it was too dark to see.
"Who… who are you?" she asked it.
"What! You don't know me? Well…im insulted! You've known me for a long time." It taunted her.
"Keep the hell away from me!" she shouted at it.
"How can I?" it asked.
Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of it and Hermione was horrified.
"You can't hide from yourself!" it laughed.
Hermione looked into the eyes of a girl that looked just like her except her hair was the way it was supposed to be and she had scratches and cuts all over her body. She had pure white skin and blood shot eyes. She was smiling and laughing maniacally as blood flowed from the cuts and scratches.
"No! No!" Hermione screamed and looked away.
"You can't run from yourself either Hermione! Face me!" it taunted and laughed even harder.
Suddenly, she saw a light ahead. She closed her eyes and ran. She ran and ran in the direction she saw where the light was. Ran and ran towards it until the laughter had faded away.
She opened her eyes and almost started screaming again.
There, kneeling right next to her was Draco Malfoy. Placing his lips firmly on hers. She pushed him away and wiped her mouth.
"What in the bloody hell are you doing!" she confronted.
"Well… if you are going to get into another life threatening situation, don't come crying to me again. I don't know why I even bothered!" He sneered at her.
The thoughts and the memories came back to her as she realized her journal gone.
"Where the bloody hell is my journal!" she screamed at him.
He sighed and pointed at the ocean.
"Want it? Go get it." He smirked at her.
She glared at Draco and began wading into the water again.
"What the hell are you doing!" he shouted.
"I am getting my journal back!" she screamed.
"Look, I just risked my own life for yours out there! There is no bloody way I am going to let you get back there!" he sounded very cross.
"What do you care! Im better off dead!" she screamed and dove into the water.
She had taken her breath too late and instead swallowed a lot of ice cold water. Her whole brain seemed to freeze. She lost circulation to her lungs and she felt like she was being choked. Her eyes searched frantically all over the water searching for her precious journal filled with secrets she did not get the chance to enchant to disappear.
Suddenly, a hand shot out of nowhere and began dragging her towards the beach again.
"Let go of me!" she screamed after taking a breath of warm air.
"Not in the bloody hell are you ever getting in there again! Look Hermione, this room will turn into a solid room once again in time. When it does, your precious journal will probably just be left on the floor where you can leisurely pick it up. So will you just bloody wait!" he shouted and saunted into his room slamming his door shut.
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