The Circle of Emotions
by Malignant Malfoy
Summary: Hermione Granger. Loved by all. But only one can have her. D/Hr and R/Hr
Authors Note: I would like to thank all of you who reviewed. They made me want to make another chapter, whichI hadn't already planned. Hey, maybe I'll write another one, if I get some good reviews for this one. OK, thanks go to: Emma Lynn, Acerbitas Scriptor, Mrs. Lemondrop, Charretier, onelifeyoustole and purple psycho for reviewing. Thanks.
A few answers I think are in order: The characters picked for the character search are not the couple. I know this. This is because they are the two main characters. I don't feel that putting this down under Draco and Hermione is right because Draco does not play a large role. Not really much of a role at all because he is only mentioned in passing, besides the end parts. I hope that that offers a good enough answer to you... and all though Draco and Hermione end up together, it does have Ron and Hermione romance. more so than Draco and Hermione. It is just that they don't end up together. Ok, I'm babbling again. I'll move on.
I'm glad that everyone went through confusion. That's what I was aiming for. The ambiguous statements and comments made by the speaker were supposed to confuse you. I'm glad everyone thought it was Draco. Thats what I wanted. Ok, I'm finished talking now. I'll let you go on and read this companion piece.
Love and Hate are nothing alike. If your emotions were a spectrum, most definitely love and hate would be on opposite ends. You can have one without having the other. You could feel both, but most definitely not for the same thing. Or person.
You're looking at him again, aren't you? Why don't you go up and talk to him? It must be hard, seeing you dancing with Draco. You know Harry's finding it hard so it must be killer on him. Look, he's staring back at you, with those eyes. So full of pain. And love. Why did he have to love you? Did you lead him on? Maybe you did. But not consciously.
Just close your eyes and focus on Draco. He's your date. He's the one you came with. He's the one you love. Love. What a word. It can encompass many meanings but can you really define it? No. Love is an undefinable feeling that hurts. And elates.
You look up to see that he has left. Well, it wasn't really hard to figure out that he would leave, was it? You knew he would hate seeing you with Draco. It would kill him. What was that? He should just grow up? Love doesn't make us act like adults, girl. It makes us act like children. Love sick fools.
But then, you don't do you? You haven't changed… you don't act differently. How do you know you're in love? Maybe you are in love with him but you don't know it and you are hiding this by creating false feeling for Draco? What? I know it doesn't make sense. Feelings aren't supposed to make sense. If they did, this would be a whole lot easier wouldn't it? We wouldn't be in this mess and he would be happy for you. But these sort of things don't come from text books, you can't learn what you need to know about people's emotions from books and most certainly you can't heal a broken heart will some magic spell or potion. These things need time and space.
Do you hear that? Look up. Draco's talking to you. What? Yes, I am thirsty thanks. Butterbeer? Yes, that would be nice. Now you can be alone with your thoughts, despite the bopping, moshing people around you. But they don't bother you. They don't notice you. Because you just seem to blend into the walls most of the time. Only they notice your beauty, or what they call beauty. You call it genetics, don't you? How textbook of you.
Oh, look. He's back. And he's at the drinks table. Why don't you just go up, ask him to dance and talk to him? I'm sure that if you did that, everything would be much better. He would understand and then maybe you would have this feeling of guilt hanging over you. What? I'm not giving you that feeling. He is. Go on.
Ok, you're dancing. This is good. Oh, he's so warm. That's what you miss about him most isn't it? His warmth. Draco's body is so cold most of the time. His fingers are like ice running over your back, but his… they're like small heaters. Warming you to the core. What are you doing? Don't lean your head on his shoulder! He could think something! Drop it and tell him now. Just say, um, you're a great friend but I'm in love with someone else. That's nice and easy.
Stiff. Cold. Where did the warmth go? He's leaving. Why? You didn't say something wrong did you? Don't tell me you said something else to what I told you? Good. Not good. He just shoved Draco! What is he doing? Get Harry!
There he is, talking to Cho. You don't want to interrupt them? This is important! Ron needs him! Look, see, that wasn't so hard? Now Harry will go and solve the problem. All you seem to do is mess it up. Go and see how Draco is and then go to the tower. Harry should have fixed everything by then.
Draco is offering to walk you to the tower. Hmm. Maybe not the best idea. Offer to walk him to the dungeons. Much safer. Hey, considering Ron's state of mind, I would say the dungeons are much safer.
Pleasant trip. Mind blowing kiss good night. Maybe you did pick the right one. Although, you don't know how he kisses, do you? You don't know how walking with him in this context would be, do you?
Say the password. Enter the common room and head for the boys dorms. Hang on. There's Harry. This isn't right. Where's Ron? Harry's coming towards you and… he's covered in red. That can't be… no, it isn't… what's going on? Ask him! ASK HIM!
Oh, Merlin… Ron's… why…he's…and Harry…and it's all your fault!
"Draco! Draco! Open up! Please!" There was a sob and a thump from behind the portrait. Draco rushed to open the portrait to face Hermione's slumped over, crying body. He scooped her up and brought her inside beside the fire. It wasn't until he had placed her on the couch and removed his hands that he realised she was covered in blood. And now so was he.
"What's going on? Hermione?" Draco dry retched at the smell of the blood. And the feel of it. Sure, he had seen blood before but not in this quantity before. What ever… or whoever this blood came from, sure was not walking around anymore. "Why are you…" He couldn't finish. He could feel dinner repeating on him.
She looked at him, her eyes wet and mascara smudged all over her face. "It's Ron."
Draco stepped back looking horrified at himself, at the blood. His chest heaved and he brought a hand up to his mouth to cover it. As it touched his face, he smelt and felt blood and he dropped it, but it was too late. He had a bloody handprint on his face. He opened his mouth and breathed deeply, trying to stop the smell from entering his nose.
"I have to… I can't… just let me…" He thought about going to have a thorough wash but decided against it. Hermione needed him and sick or no sick he was going to be there for her. He looked at his hands, clenched them and then furiously wiped them on his pants, still breathing out of his mouth. "Have you… has someone… does Dumbledore know?"
She nodded and he crossed the room to take her into his arms again. He would prove that he could be there for her. He would be everything that Weasley thought he wasn't. Draco closed his eyes in pain. Everything that Weasley had thought he wasn't. As Draco looked into her eyes, he made a promise. He promised to always look after Hermione. He made this promise to Ron.
Short Authors Note: I would just like to say that reviewing is like chicken soup for the soul. And getting a review... is like being on cloud nine. wink
