A/N: Hello Everyone. Here is the second Chappie. Thanks to all those who
reviewed. I think I'm going to put each Chapter up when I've finished them.
I like doing long chapters, so expect a wait. Reviews motivate me!
From now on * are thoughts because I really can't be bothered saying 'she/he thought' all the time:)
Disclaimer: I own the plot and that's all! Actually, I also own Sheena! She's my little creation.. Too bad she's only mentioned once in the whole story.never mind. Everything you recognize is J.K Rowling's! Everything you don't belongs to me!
darkmoon-on-dragonwings: Thank you for your review. Thanks very much for your advice! I see what you mean about the POVS. I'm making them so.it sort of follows them around if you know what I mean. Thanks!
Sk8erpunkGCpnay: THANKS=)
SeCrEtLeY Tom's: Thank you very much for your review. I'm glad you liked it
Chapter Two- Tears Are Not Enough
---Hermione's POV---
The sorting ceremony was quite ordinary. Each child got sorted, and the house would clap as the student joined its table, however Hermione wasn't taking any notice. Her thoughts were somewhere else. Her last sorting ceremony, her last year.
Dumbledore congratulated Hermione and Malfoy on being Head Boy and Girl, and then took them up to their new dorm.
'The password is serpent and lioness. Please don't forget it,' Professor McGonagall explained. 'I would like you two to behave yourselves. You aren't usually very friendly with each other.' Malfoy smirked, but Hermione kept her serious expression. 'Mr Malfoy, I might remind you that if you two don't get along, you may have your privileges taken away from you.' Professor McGonagall muttered the password and they climbed through the portrait hole.
The common room was a large room with what looked like extremely comfortable armchairs. To their right there was a bookshelf and small table for completing homework. On the left was a long table with lots of chairs. The walls were decorated with red and silver, red from Gryffindor and silver from Slytherin.
'This is where your meetings will be held,' Professor McGonagall explained, pointing at the long table. 'I expect this room to be kept clean, and nothing damaged.'
The three walked promptly up the stairs. They were extremely beautiful, with Quidditch patterns on one side and on the other a gorgeous white dove looked like it was flying by.
'Through here,' Professor McGonagall continued, 'Are your rooms. If you look closely your names are engraved into the door, so there is no confusion or fights. From your rooms are your personal bathrooms. You may decorate your rooms in any way you would like. Enjoy.'
Hermione tiptoed into her room. It was fairly big, and decorated with Gryffindor colours. She had a large queen sized bed and a cosy red armchair. In the corner was her trunk, and next to it was a large stereo. * It must be have some sort of enchantment because I don't think you can listen to music this way at Hogwarts *
Hermione opened the other door, and to her surprise she discovered a beautiful bathroom. It had light blue tiles on the walls, and a decent sized shower. It also had a pearly white toilet and matching sink. Behind a curtain was a grand bath (more like a pool.) Its taps had been polished several times, and had a healthy sparkle. * Maybe living with Malfoy is worth it, for all this glamour. *
Hermione made her way to the common room. It was getting late and Hermione wanted to read another chapter of Hogwarts a History. She danced down the stairs, pleased with her new dormitory. Hermione was checking herself in the mirror, just as Draco trudged by.
'Granger, you'd think looking at yourself in the mirror would frighten you to death,' he drawled.
'If I was the most attractive girl in the universe you'd still try to bring me down. Quite frankly, I don't CARE what you think or say,' Hermione replied in a casual way.
'Suit yourself.'
Hermione was quite taken aback at this comment, but sat down to read Hogwarts, A History, shrugging his opinion off.
After a while she went to bed and fell into an uneasy sleep.
---Draco's POV-
Draco still had those problems with Granger. Last year she would've snapped at him about the comment he made last night, but she seemed to just shrug it off.
Draco decided to have a shower. He had learned he to be fresh to suck up to Snape. Getting every answer right meant he had to be wide-awake, and at that moment he was half-asleep. After all, he had double potions with the Gryffindors, his favourite subject and favourite house to have it with.
Draco was heading down to breakfast, humming a random tune, when he heard a giggle. He turned around swiftly to see Hermione eating something, reading a book and giggling at him.
'What are you laughing at, Mudblood?' Draco snapped.
'Nothing, Malfoy, nothing,' she smiled.
'What are you eating?'
'Bacon and Eggs, Dobby brought them up for me. He brought a lot too. Do you want some, because I can't eat six eggs and a whole plate of bacon.'
'Yes please.' * I don't know why I'm doing this; Mudblood could have done anything to them. She's probably trying to poison me. *
* Her-Granger is actually nice once you get to know her. She doesn't even talk about books when you get into a conversation with her *
'Well, we've got Potions, so I better get going. Snape isn't usually very understanding, especially when it comes to Gryffindors. Are you coming?'
'I know what you mean. Yeah, I'll come with you.'
Draco took his usual seat towards the front of the dungeon. He watched Granger sink into a seat next to Potter and pull out a quill and inkpot.
'Today we will be making a complicated potion. It's extremely fast to brew but it is complicated-10 points from Gryffindor, I didn't say to touch your cauldron yet, Longbottom. I finally found a spell that will keep your cauldron from blowing up after your first attempt. I've partnered each of you with someone from the opposite house,' Snape growled, his lips curling. 'Potter, Parkinson. Weasley, Goyle. Thomas, Crabbe. Granger, Malfoy and finally Longbottom, Zambini. Leftovers will read a book. I don't think you're up to this task yet. No, Longbottom,' Snape sighed as Neville looked hopeful. 'I put you in for a laugh.'
Everybody started to find their partner and lazily started on their potion. Snape flicked his wand to reveal a long list of ingredients and steps.
'This Potion might appear in your NEWTS. This Potion is called 'Badmemserum.' * Nice Name. * 'When consumed it will bring out the persons worst memory-a bit like a Boggart, really. A drop of the potion will be enough to uncover the secret. The memory will appear in the cauldron. Too much might send the person into a frantic panic. You may proceed.'
---Hermione's POV---
Hermione immediately started on the Potion, assigning Draco to cutting the different ingredients as she carefully placed them inside the cauldron, stirring whenever the steps said so.
'Granger, can we stop jobs for a while,' Malfoy asked.
Hermione gave him a hollow look, but swapped jobs. * He's not too bad after all, not one snide remark about me being a mudblood. *
'Granger, stop staring off into space and do some work,' Malfoy sniggered.
Hermione immediately snapped out of her daydream and finished her job.
'Your Potion should be a midnight blue colour. If not, you will need to write an essay on Badmemserum.'
Hermione beamed as she looked down into her midnight blue potion. Looking around the room she could see most people had failed. The only successes were her own, Dean Thomas and Goyle's and amazingly Harry and Parkinson's.
'We did it!' Hermione squealed.
Malfoy chuckled at her excitement and said, 'Yeah, we did it.'
'Those successful will now test their Badmemserum. Most of you would prefer to keep your memories private, so I've put a little spell on each cauldron. If you tell anybody each other's secret, you'll get a nasty surprise.'
--Draco's POV--
Draco took a drop of the potion, and then stared into the mixture. It swam around until finally Draco could see his father continuously putting the Crutio curse on him. He was only five at the time, and was rolling around on the ground screaming, crying out in pain.
'Oh my goodness,' Hermione whispered, her eyes fluttering furiously. 'Draco, you should go straight to Dumbledore!'
'Hermione, father would only intensify his beatings if he found out I had told Dumbledore. Trust me, it will do more harm then good.'
Hermione looked at him fearfully, but then nodded. 'I understand. We're on first name basis then?'
'I guess.'
Hermione stared into the potion as Draco's screams died out. 'Draco, I'm sorry for everything. Everything I ever said to you-I never even thought that this-'
'Hermione, just leave it, please?'
'Sorry.'
Draco slowly processed what she had said. * She's not so bad at all. I think I'm developing a crush on Hermione Granger. *
---Hermione's POV---
* I never realized what Draco had to go through all these years. I always thought he was an ignorant little shit, but he was really just being threatened and tortured by Lucious. How could I be so STUPID? *
Hermione swallowed her drop of Badmemserum and took a deep breath. She stared into the cauldron, hoping it wasn't anything that would give Draco something to tease her about.
Colours swam around until they slowly revealed the image of Hermione, the adventurous nine year old. Hermione's hair was bushier then ever, and her eyes were twinkling with excitement. Her grin was a lot like the one she had given Draco after they had successfully made Badmemserum. She was playing on the side of the road with her best muggle friend, Sheena, when a blue two door Toyota Echo came screaming down the street. Inside were her much-loved parents. Her mother's brown hair in her face as she screamed at her husband to stop the car. Her dad's eyes were full of anger, and the expression he was wearing was one of deep concentration and great dislike. His graying hair was messed up, and his fingers were drumming on the steering wheel. Suddenly there was a gigantic crash, as the car hit a telegraph pole, six feet in the air. A few seconds later the image changed to a church, a beautiful one at that. Her parents were both lying in coffins, and Hermione was sobbing uncontrollably, her brown eyes cold as stone and her hair sticking out at all directions.
Finally the image disappeared, but Hermione was glued to the ground. She could see Draco out of the corner of her eye. She didn't want to show any weakness to him, but the urge to cry overcame her, and she broke out in urgent sobs.
'Hermione, are you ok?' Draco asked.
Hermione didn't answer, she just ran, not taking any notice what she was doing. Draco didn't run after her. He knew from his own experiences that at times like these, one would want nothing more then to be alone.
---Draco's POV---
After quite some time Draco decided to visit Hermione. He searched the school for her. Starting with the library and entering any room Hermione might have been in. He even entered Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, but she didn't seem to be anywhere.
Finally Draco went back to his common room. Hermione was lying on the couch crying. He walked in and sat next to her.
---Hermione's POV---
Hermione had being crying for ages. It felt to her as if the death of her parents had happened just yesterday, and she was reliving the painful months after their death. She wiped away her tears, swearing she wouldn't show any more weakness.
It didn't work.
She sat sobbing in his arms for quite some time. She never thought it would be Draco who'd be comforting her after something like that. The thought made her stomach turn. He ran his fingers through her hair and stroked her back. Hermione felt really good inside, like she had drank a butter beer on a freezing cold day, and felt the warmth surge through her body.
For hours she snuggled into Draco. Finally she had found someone she could talk to, who felt pain like she did. Draco had suffered so much, and so had she. Hermione realized her and Draco could relate to each other's problems. It felt good.
I'm so tired of being here
suppressed by all of my childish fears
and if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
because your presence still lingers here
and it won't leave me alone
these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
when you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
and I've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me
you used to captivate me
by your resonating light
but now I'm bound by the life you left behind
your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
when you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
and I've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
and though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
A/N: How did you like Chappie Two? Sorry it took me a while to post. I went on holidays, so I didn't have a computer. I promise the next chapter will be up sooner. R&R peoples! It motivates me to post another Chapter!
The lyrics are My Immortal (Evanescence)
smokintomfelton
P.S: If you have any ideas for the story I would love to hear them. I haven't planned the story or anything, the story controls me O.o Quite freaky really, but anyway.. GIVE ME IDEAS!!!!!!
From now on * are thoughts because I really can't be bothered saying 'she/he thought' all the time:)
Disclaimer: I own the plot and that's all! Actually, I also own Sheena! She's my little creation.. Too bad she's only mentioned once in the whole story.never mind. Everything you recognize is J.K Rowling's! Everything you don't belongs to me!
darkmoon-on-dragonwings: Thank you for your review. Thanks very much for your advice! I see what you mean about the POVS. I'm making them so.it sort of follows them around if you know what I mean. Thanks!
Sk8erpunkGCpnay: THANKS=)
SeCrEtLeY Tom's: Thank you very much for your review. I'm glad you liked it
Chapter Two- Tears Are Not Enough
---Hermione's POV---
The sorting ceremony was quite ordinary. Each child got sorted, and the house would clap as the student joined its table, however Hermione wasn't taking any notice. Her thoughts were somewhere else. Her last sorting ceremony, her last year.
Dumbledore congratulated Hermione and Malfoy on being Head Boy and Girl, and then took them up to their new dorm.
'The password is serpent and lioness. Please don't forget it,' Professor McGonagall explained. 'I would like you two to behave yourselves. You aren't usually very friendly with each other.' Malfoy smirked, but Hermione kept her serious expression. 'Mr Malfoy, I might remind you that if you two don't get along, you may have your privileges taken away from you.' Professor McGonagall muttered the password and they climbed through the portrait hole.
The common room was a large room with what looked like extremely comfortable armchairs. To their right there was a bookshelf and small table for completing homework. On the left was a long table with lots of chairs. The walls were decorated with red and silver, red from Gryffindor and silver from Slytherin.
'This is where your meetings will be held,' Professor McGonagall explained, pointing at the long table. 'I expect this room to be kept clean, and nothing damaged.'
The three walked promptly up the stairs. They were extremely beautiful, with Quidditch patterns on one side and on the other a gorgeous white dove looked like it was flying by.
'Through here,' Professor McGonagall continued, 'Are your rooms. If you look closely your names are engraved into the door, so there is no confusion or fights. From your rooms are your personal bathrooms. You may decorate your rooms in any way you would like. Enjoy.'
Hermione tiptoed into her room. It was fairly big, and decorated with Gryffindor colours. She had a large queen sized bed and a cosy red armchair. In the corner was her trunk, and next to it was a large stereo. * It must be have some sort of enchantment because I don't think you can listen to music this way at Hogwarts *
Hermione opened the other door, and to her surprise she discovered a beautiful bathroom. It had light blue tiles on the walls, and a decent sized shower. It also had a pearly white toilet and matching sink. Behind a curtain was a grand bath (more like a pool.) Its taps had been polished several times, and had a healthy sparkle. * Maybe living with Malfoy is worth it, for all this glamour. *
Hermione made her way to the common room. It was getting late and Hermione wanted to read another chapter of Hogwarts a History. She danced down the stairs, pleased with her new dormitory. Hermione was checking herself in the mirror, just as Draco trudged by.
'Granger, you'd think looking at yourself in the mirror would frighten you to death,' he drawled.
'If I was the most attractive girl in the universe you'd still try to bring me down. Quite frankly, I don't CARE what you think or say,' Hermione replied in a casual way.
'Suit yourself.'
Hermione was quite taken aback at this comment, but sat down to read Hogwarts, A History, shrugging his opinion off.
After a while she went to bed and fell into an uneasy sleep.
---Draco's POV-
Draco still had those problems with Granger. Last year she would've snapped at him about the comment he made last night, but she seemed to just shrug it off.
Draco decided to have a shower. He had learned he to be fresh to suck up to Snape. Getting every answer right meant he had to be wide-awake, and at that moment he was half-asleep. After all, he had double potions with the Gryffindors, his favourite subject and favourite house to have it with.
Draco was heading down to breakfast, humming a random tune, when he heard a giggle. He turned around swiftly to see Hermione eating something, reading a book and giggling at him.
'What are you laughing at, Mudblood?' Draco snapped.
'Nothing, Malfoy, nothing,' she smiled.
'What are you eating?'
'Bacon and Eggs, Dobby brought them up for me. He brought a lot too. Do you want some, because I can't eat six eggs and a whole plate of bacon.'
'Yes please.' * I don't know why I'm doing this; Mudblood could have done anything to them. She's probably trying to poison me. *
* Her-Granger is actually nice once you get to know her. She doesn't even talk about books when you get into a conversation with her *
'Well, we've got Potions, so I better get going. Snape isn't usually very understanding, especially when it comes to Gryffindors. Are you coming?'
'I know what you mean. Yeah, I'll come with you.'
Draco took his usual seat towards the front of the dungeon. He watched Granger sink into a seat next to Potter and pull out a quill and inkpot.
'Today we will be making a complicated potion. It's extremely fast to brew but it is complicated-10 points from Gryffindor, I didn't say to touch your cauldron yet, Longbottom. I finally found a spell that will keep your cauldron from blowing up after your first attempt. I've partnered each of you with someone from the opposite house,' Snape growled, his lips curling. 'Potter, Parkinson. Weasley, Goyle. Thomas, Crabbe. Granger, Malfoy and finally Longbottom, Zambini. Leftovers will read a book. I don't think you're up to this task yet. No, Longbottom,' Snape sighed as Neville looked hopeful. 'I put you in for a laugh.'
Everybody started to find their partner and lazily started on their potion. Snape flicked his wand to reveal a long list of ingredients and steps.
'This Potion might appear in your NEWTS. This Potion is called 'Badmemserum.' * Nice Name. * 'When consumed it will bring out the persons worst memory-a bit like a Boggart, really. A drop of the potion will be enough to uncover the secret. The memory will appear in the cauldron. Too much might send the person into a frantic panic. You may proceed.'
---Hermione's POV---
Hermione immediately started on the Potion, assigning Draco to cutting the different ingredients as she carefully placed them inside the cauldron, stirring whenever the steps said so.
'Granger, can we stop jobs for a while,' Malfoy asked.
Hermione gave him a hollow look, but swapped jobs. * He's not too bad after all, not one snide remark about me being a mudblood. *
'Granger, stop staring off into space and do some work,' Malfoy sniggered.
Hermione immediately snapped out of her daydream and finished her job.
'Your Potion should be a midnight blue colour. If not, you will need to write an essay on Badmemserum.'
Hermione beamed as she looked down into her midnight blue potion. Looking around the room she could see most people had failed. The only successes were her own, Dean Thomas and Goyle's and amazingly Harry and Parkinson's.
'We did it!' Hermione squealed.
Malfoy chuckled at her excitement and said, 'Yeah, we did it.'
'Those successful will now test their Badmemserum. Most of you would prefer to keep your memories private, so I've put a little spell on each cauldron. If you tell anybody each other's secret, you'll get a nasty surprise.'
--Draco's POV--
Draco took a drop of the potion, and then stared into the mixture. It swam around until finally Draco could see his father continuously putting the Crutio curse on him. He was only five at the time, and was rolling around on the ground screaming, crying out in pain.
'Oh my goodness,' Hermione whispered, her eyes fluttering furiously. 'Draco, you should go straight to Dumbledore!'
'Hermione, father would only intensify his beatings if he found out I had told Dumbledore. Trust me, it will do more harm then good.'
Hermione looked at him fearfully, but then nodded. 'I understand. We're on first name basis then?'
'I guess.'
Hermione stared into the potion as Draco's screams died out. 'Draco, I'm sorry for everything. Everything I ever said to you-I never even thought that this-'
'Hermione, just leave it, please?'
'Sorry.'
Draco slowly processed what she had said. * She's not so bad at all. I think I'm developing a crush on Hermione Granger. *
---Hermione's POV---
* I never realized what Draco had to go through all these years. I always thought he was an ignorant little shit, but he was really just being threatened and tortured by Lucious. How could I be so STUPID? *
Hermione swallowed her drop of Badmemserum and took a deep breath. She stared into the cauldron, hoping it wasn't anything that would give Draco something to tease her about.
Colours swam around until they slowly revealed the image of Hermione, the adventurous nine year old. Hermione's hair was bushier then ever, and her eyes were twinkling with excitement. Her grin was a lot like the one she had given Draco after they had successfully made Badmemserum. She was playing on the side of the road with her best muggle friend, Sheena, when a blue two door Toyota Echo came screaming down the street. Inside were her much-loved parents. Her mother's brown hair in her face as she screamed at her husband to stop the car. Her dad's eyes were full of anger, and the expression he was wearing was one of deep concentration and great dislike. His graying hair was messed up, and his fingers were drumming on the steering wheel. Suddenly there was a gigantic crash, as the car hit a telegraph pole, six feet in the air. A few seconds later the image changed to a church, a beautiful one at that. Her parents were both lying in coffins, and Hermione was sobbing uncontrollably, her brown eyes cold as stone and her hair sticking out at all directions.
Finally the image disappeared, but Hermione was glued to the ground. She could see Draco out of the corner of her eye. She didn't want to show any weakness to him, but the urge to cry overcame her, and she broke out in urgent sobs.
'Hermione, are you ok?' Draco asked.
Hermione didn't answer, she just ran, not taking any notice what she was doing. Draco didn't run after her. He knew from his own experiences that at times like these, one would want nothing more then to be alone.
---Draco's POV---
After quite some time Draco decided to visit Hermione. He searched the school for her. Starting with the library and entering any room Hermione might have been in. He even entered Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, but she didn't seem to be anywhere.
Finally Draco went back to his common room. Hermione was lying on the couch crying. He walked in and sat next to her.
---Hermione's POV---
Hermione had being crying for ages. It felt to her as if the death of her parents had happened just yesterday, and she was reliving the painful months after their death. She wiped away her tears, swearing she wouldn't show any more weakness.
It didn't work.
She sat sobbing in his arms for quite some time. She never thought it would be Draco who'd be comforting her after something like that. The thought made her stomach turn. He ran his fingers through her hair and stroked her back. Hermione felt really good inside, like she had drank a butter beer on a freezing cold day, and felt the warmth surge through her body.
For hours she snuggled into Draco. Finally she had found someone she could talk to, who felt pain like she did. Draco had suffered so much, and so had she. Hermione realized her and Draco could relate to each other's problems. It felt good.
I'm so tired of being here
suppressed by all of my childish fears
and if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
because your presence still lingers here
and it won't leave me alone
these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
when you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
and I've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me
you used to captivate me
by your resonating light
but now I'm bound by the life you left behind
your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
when you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
and I've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
and though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
A/N: How did you like Chappie Two? Sorry it took me a while to post. I went on holidays, so I didn't have a computer. I promise the next chapter will be up sooner. R&R peoples! It motivates me to post another Chapter!
The lyrics are My Immortal (Evanescence)
smokintomfelton
P.S: If you have any ideas for the story I would love to hear them. I haven't planned the story or anything, the story controls me O.o Quite freaky really, but anyway.. GIVE ME IDEAS!!!!!!