I apologize for the much delayed update, my unfortunate but true excuse is this: I was in shock. You see, I had written my
next chapter and was going to publish it on the 16th of July, obviously the day HBP came out. I was not expecting J.K.
Rowling to change around all the romances, actually make Draco a "bad guy", and have one of my favorite characters kill
off another one of my favorite characters. I swear, I cried for a really long time Saturday morning (the 16th). So, I didn't
know if I should a)stop the story completely b)rewrite and work over the small glitches, or c)pretend that it didn't happen,
and that my heart wasn't crushed into pieces by a particularly evil (but truly wonderful) author. I have decided to go with c.
Do you think this is the right choice? I guess only time will tell. Please read this next chapter and review.
Hermione felt herself being pulled into Draco's memories like dust to a muggle vacuum cleaner. She sped past glimpses of memories;
Draco's mother screaming as an angry and obviously drunk Lucius Malfoy advanced on a small, quivering child, huddled in a corner…a
boy with hair of the palest blonde, Draco looking into his mother's room, watching as she tried desperately to cover up a rather distinct
looking hand shaped bruise on her neck, Draco as a teenager laying on a grand bed, sketching out the Hogwarts crest on a piece of
parchment, then writing out something that bore distinct resemblance to a heart with initials in the center. Hermione wanted to stay longer
in the memory, but felt herself being propelled onward to a memory showing a much older, much more disheveled Draco fighting
alongside a girl with thick, unruly brown hair-
Hermione watched this memory with particular interest, she saw how Draco, despite his engagement with a nearby death eater, saw out
of the corner of his eye a spell being aimed at the bushy haired girl, and quickly froze his opponent, then shouted a spell at the girl to
deflect the curse coming at her, turning rage to fire a Crutacius curse at the man who had attempted to hurt the girl.
It was his father.
Hermione quickly took her hands off Draco's head, as if she had been shocked. She looked at Draco, whose eyes were scrunched up
tightly, as if he was enduring a terrible pain.
"It's ok," Hermione said gently, kneeling down to his eye level, "Draco, you can open your eyes now." She brought her hand up to gently
rub her fingertips against his soft skin. He opened his eyes, when he felt the abrupt contact. Silver grey eyes collided with chocolate
brown ones. In that moment, Hermione felt the strongest urge to kiss Draco's lips. Those beautiful, tempting lips…
Hermione jumped up and self consciously smoothed her lavender robes, smiling and pretending that nothing ever happened.
"Well," she said briskly, "That will be all for today, Dra- Mr. Malfoy. Thank you so much for coming today, I look forward to our next
session."
Draco said nothing but nodded mutely, unfurling his long, muscular body from the large velvet sofa he had been reclining in, and walked
out the door, not even remembering to shut it behind him. As soon as he left though, the smile fled from Hermione's face as she recalled
her last words.
"…I look forward to our next session…"
Did she really? She collapsed into her own, squishy chintz, clasping her hands on her stomach, as if one of her own patients. She thought
about the last memory she had seen, and compared it to her own of the same scene. She remembered knowing Draco was fighting
beside her, and feeling the strangest sense of seccurity, and when he deflected the curse coming towards her, it was as if he was
expecting it, and was on guard for any spells coming that way, which was, obviously, her way.
With a flick of her wand, she turned on her muggle stereo, and closed her eyes, relaxing to the soothing voice of one of her favorite
artists.
In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along
She had always harbored a secret crush for the blonde haired Slytherin "bad boy" who had insulted her bloodline and made her school
life miserable for the first 3 years of Hogwarts. Up until that day in their third year, when she slapped him across the face, and all her
hatred for the boy left, to be replaced by pity and sadness. Later would come the ever growing attraction.
I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense
And every time I've held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose
She had tried so hard to forget her school girl crush and move on to a more stable relationship with a real person, but could
never, ever forget his face.
But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break
And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows
So I would choose to be with you
That's if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break
Besides, it wasn't as if he actually felt the same way…
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows
…
So, u like? If so, please review, if not, although criticism is not always fun to hear, I want desperately to please my
audience, so, fire away my friends!
The lyrics are Billy Joel's And So It Goes, which is really truly one of my favorite songs ever!