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Disclaimer: Noooo! As usual the lyric writen in italic style isn't mine neither, it belongs to Iron Maiden
"Lemon dropp?"
Just one of those days
Thinking of an age old dream, places I have never seen,
Fantasies lived times before.
I split my brain, melt through the floor.
Over clouds my mind will fly, forever now I can't think why.
My body tries to leave my soul.
Or is it me, I just don't know.
Memories rising from the past, the future's shadow overcast.
Something's clutching at my head; through the darkness I'll be led.
'No – wait… exploding charm…? Green light? Purple?'
Hermione re-read her test in charms once again; she sighed. This was it, thanks to her future husband she'd almost been unable to study! She checked her watch; alright; she had almost one hour left until she had to hand over her test to Flitwick.
'What am I thinking? Exploding charm… that would be an orange light then!' Her mind triumphed as she wrote the right answer on the empty line.
'Incarcerous? They must be kidding me, what do they think I am? A second year? I mean, every one in entire Hogwarts knows that Incarcerous is a rope charm! I mean gesch… ever since Malfoy found himself hanging upside-down in the great hall wrapped in ropes from head to toe…'
Hermione laughed quietly at the memory, that look upon ferret boy's face had been priceless. Of course he'd blamed Harry for that one, but he didn't have any evidence.
'Great, what about the mind replacing charm? I know I read about that one yesterday…oh! I know, um… yes, a flick with the wand and… Alienari!'
Fifteen minutes later she was finished with her theory test in charms; the practical one she'd already passed with grace. She touched her scroll with the tip of her wand and the test disappeared. She yawned and rose from her seat. In her mind she repeated the test, thus making sure that she hadn't made any mistakes, but as usual she could satisfyingly state that she hadn't made any.
She left the empty classroom which was reserved for her earlier N.E.W.T's. The door slammed shut behind her, the sound of wood against cold stone echoed in the corridor.
'They definitely have to do something about these corridors, I mean; they're dark, creepy and so… so lonely! I hate it when I'm alone, hate the sound of footsteps that are following me everywhere! I ha… wait a minute, footsteps!'
Hermione halted; she swallowed and listened but the corridor was perfectly silent. She found herself with wand in hand and with her heart racing in her chest. This reminded her of her first encounter with Lucius in the dungeons, all alone in a dark corridor at nine o'clock in the evening. She drew a deep breath, where had her Gryffindor courage gone?
"It waits for the day I will let it out. To give it a reason, to give it might. I fear who I am becoming, I feel that I am losing the struggle within. I can no longer restrain it, my strength it is fading; I have to give in…" Hermione found herself singing one of Within Temptations' songs called 'It's the fear', probably the sound of something, anything familiar made her feel better inside.
Oh another time, another place.
Oh another smile on another face.
When you see me floating up beside you,
You get the feeling that all my love's inside of you.
Please take me away, take me away, so far away.
Please take me away, take me away, so far away.
Please take me away, take me away, so far away.
She heard those footsteps once again, this time louder and closer to herself. She quickened her pace, still singing at the top of her vocal cords:
"It's the fear! Fear of the dark! It's growing inside of me, that one day will come to life. Have to save, to save my beloved; there is no escape, because my faith is horror and doom…!"
"Good graces, Granger, what are you trying to do? Break down the castle or wake the dead?" snarled an all too familiar voice behind her.
"Shut your god damned mouth, Malfoy, or I'll make you!" Hermione shouted and turned on her heel so she could see Malfoy Junior where he stood at the end of the corridor. He was amusingly watching her with an uncomfortable glint in his eyes.
"Why, Granger, it's nice to see you too, but you don't have to get all exited just because of my handsome looks." The young Malfoy said and smirked. Hermione decided that she didn't like that smirk at all, in fact, she hated it.
"Keep your mouth shut you fucking ferret bastard, and stop following me!" She raged and drew her wand pointing it at the smirking boy three or four meters away.
"Don't flatter yourself, Mudblood, why would I follow you?" Draco asked sneering. His features darkened, "I'm just here because my father sent me. That brilliant brain of yours is apparently highly exaggerated; you seem to forget important dates…"
"If it's about my meeting with your father then you can tell him that he can put a stick up his ass and leave me the hell alone!"
"I don't tolerate such language, Mudblood, especially not if you use it against someone in my family." Draco threatened and came one or two steps closer to her.
"You don't have to hear it neither, ferret face, and leave me the hell alone!" Hermione yelled, she had to bridle her fury, if not, Malfoy would have found himself highly unrecognisable from loss of many important body parts.
"Just keep calm, Granger." The young, blond boy said and came closer. Hermione swallowed and watched him as he came even closer, so close that she could smell the disgusting scent off his cologne.
"One step closer, Malfoy, and you'll regret it." she threatened.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Granger, you are a feisty little thing aren't you?" Draco remarked. He smirked and came one little bit closer, Hermione had uttered the words before she knew it:
"Engorgio!"
Malfoy ducked, saved by his quidditch reflexes. Hermione's curse passed him by just one or two millimetres. She still had her wand raised when Draco drew his; they stood there, just watching each other. Suddenly Draco started laughing.
"Granger, Granger!" He smirked and let the tip of his wand grace her jaw line, "I think it'll be a pleasure to have you around in the future… who knows maybe when the old man's dead you'll pass on to me. You know accidents can happen so easily in such a large house as the Malfoy manor."
"If you feel like killing your father, by all means do so! I think that if you do I will even thank you for it, ferret. But right now you'll leave me the heck alone!" Hermione hissed and fixed him with a raging stare.
"If you're worth it, darling…" Draco said and his lips curled into an unpleasant smile.
"Shut up, Malfoy, and don't you dare darling me, if you do so you'll have your wand stuck up your ass, and I promise you, you'll not find that pleasant!"
"Oh, Granger, you're a naughty girl, didn't know you were in to that sort of thing."
smack
On Draco Malfoy's pale cheek a red, burning handprint suddenly became visible. He stared at her for a moment or two before his face turned into a raging mask of anger. Hermione glared at him but took one or two steps backwards; the blond boy raised his wand again and spat,
"Don't you dare slap me again, Mudblood!"
"Don't you dare call me Mudblood, Malfoy!" She retorted and spun on her heel.
"Hey! Granger, don't you want to know where my father is?" He called behind her in a mocking tone.
"No I don't want to know where he is!" She shouted and stormed off in anger, behind her she thought that she heard him call,
"Suit your self."
Thinking of an age old dream, places I have never seen,
Fantasies lived times before.
I split my brain, melt through the floor.
Over clouds my mind will fly, forever now I can't think why.
My body tries to leave my soul.
Or is it me, I just don't know.
Memories rising from the past, the future's shadow overcast.
Something's clutching at my head; through the darkness I'll be led.
She continued her angry pace through the castle; her eyes threw daggers at anyone that dared to speak to her, especially the annoying paintings on the wall. She really couldn't believe him, such audacity! He insulted her, he… he insinuated disgusting things!
'Ahhh! I wish that the whole Malfoy clan could commit suicide and drown themselves in the deepest ocean known on the planet and then rot away in the deepest part of hell!'
"Erm… Miss Head Girl I… do you know where…"
"No I don't know where!" Hermione snarled at the little second year, Hufflepuff girl with blonde braids and large, blue eyes.
"M-m-m…" The little girl stuttered and stared dumbfounded at the outraged, and for the moment, very unpleasant head girl.
"Oh shut up you silly little girl, what do you want?" Hermione tried to control her temper; after all, it wasn't this little girl's fault that the entire world's Malfoys were complete bastards!
"I… I would like to know where the bathroom is, Miss Head Girl… I can't find it!"
"How long have you been here in this school, girl? I mean how hard could it be to find the bathroom?"
"They're moving around all the time!" the little girl complained and it seemed like she was about to start crying, "And I need to…!"
"Open the door over there and then turn left, you'll find the ladies room there." Hermione explained. The little girl nodded and then ran off as quick as her short legs could carry her.
Hermione muttered something about drawing a map for every first, second and third years that tended to be just as forgetful as the little second year was. She continued her raging pace through the castle and then finally to the Head Girl's chambers.
"Password?" The portrait of a little girl with fairy wings questioned and giggled.
"Knowledge is the key to power." Hermione snarled, she wasn't in the mood for this little irritating girl, in fact, she never was.
"Teehee, I know!" The little girl skipped and the portrait swung open, "Oh by the way, do you want to know something funny!"
"No I don't want to know something funny! GOOD NIGHT!" Hermione snapped and entered her chambers.
On the other side of the wall the little girl in the portrait mumbled to herself, she didn't like the new Head Girl; all too strict and formal.
"I just wanted to tell her about her visitor!" The little girl mumbled and twirled one of her dark curls around a little finger, "A handsome man by the way, and nice too… telling me that I was pretty."
The little girl giggled and bounced around in her frame before she decided that it would be a very great idea to visit her friend in a painting nearby.
Oh another time, another place.
Oh another smile on another face.
When you see me walking up beside you,
You get the feeling that all my love's inside of you.
Please take me away, take me away, so far away.
Please take me away, take me away, so far away.
Please take me away, take me away, so far away
Ta-da! Here we are - moahaha I'm mean again, leaving you there twisted grin any guesess... who's the mysterious man in her room cough