A/N: Hey peeps! How are you all? Ok, here is the long awaited (I hope) 13th
chapter. This story is really going pretty fast! I have ideas for two other
fanfics, but I probably won't start it until I'm finished with this!
THANKYOU SO VERY MUCH TO ALL OF MY REVIEWERS! I HAVEN'T PUT MY USUAL THING IN HERE BECAUSE IT'S EITHER THAT OR THIS CHAPTER TWO DAYS LATER! I REALLY DO APPRECIATE YOUR REVIEWS, SO KEEP THEM COMING!
Chapter Thirteen: Separation
---Draco's POV---
Draco didn't know what to do. He liked Hermione more each time she spoke to him and he didn't want to put her in any danger. Draco would have asked advice from a friend, as Hermione would have asked Ginny. But Draco had no friends. Crabbe and Goyle didn't count.
He lied down on his bed and stared up at his ceiling. The colours swam around magically. They were making Draco dizzy. Maybe he was getting a fever or something?
It was getting late. 8:30 already. Draco sighed and pulled himself off the couch. Hermione would be getting back soon. He need time to think about what to do and didn't feel like talking to her at that moment.
Wanting to clear his head Draco snuck outside to go for a run around the Quidditch Pitch. He made himself run and run until his legs felt they were about to drop off, determined to find the answer by the end of his run.
He collapsed on the side, desperate for water and a break. He caught his breath and decided to go back to the castle. With any luck Hermione had gone to bed so he could spend time in the common room so he could make his decision.
Many students were excited as the holidays were coming up. (A/N: These are not the Christmas holidays. I put this in because it fits in with the plot.) Draco wasn't sure if he wanted to return to the Manor or not. Every year he hoped that his father had recovered from his obsession with Voldemort.
He still had the memory of being a child and playing with a train set he had received for Christmas. He was only a very small little child at the time.
He found himself in the common room. Luckily Hermione had gone to bed, because she didn't seem to be present. To Draco's surprise he found a note lying on the couch.
Draco,
It's just me. You obviously aren't here at the moment, and I need to wake up early tomorrow morning, so just a note to say goodnight. Hope you've had a nice day!
Love Hermione xox
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The next morning Draco woke up to a large bang. He sighed. Crabbe and Goyle had come to visit him and had tripped over a couch or something, being the stupid gorillas they were.
Sure enough they were standing there, still in their pajamas. Hermione had also woken from the loud noise. She sighed loudly and went back to bed.
'Crabbe, Goyle, what are you doing here?' Draco asked.
'We're really really sorry Draco! We didn't know he was doing it to us, I swear,' Goyle grunted.
'What for?'
'We're sorry for telling your father about Hermione Granger and yourself. You know how you've 'got it going on?''
'Have it going on? Crabbe, Goyle, this whole thing of none of your business! Why did you tell father about it all?'
'He gave us Vertitsa...Veritsas...'
'Veritaserum?'
'Yeah...'
Draco groaned. He knew it wasn't Crabbe or Goyle's fault, but he had to take his anger out on somebody. His father was the most horrible person he had ever come across in his whole life, except for perhaps, Voldemort. He had spoilt his childhood, time at Hogwarts and now his love life. What was everything coming to?
'Get out,' Draco spat, hurrying the two great oaths out the door.
Draco decided once again he couldn't tolerate hanging around with Hermione. It reminded him of his choices.
To keep Hermione safe or to risk her life for their relationship, which wasn't guaranteed to last anyway. He also knew he was going to break her heart, but her heart might stop working altogether if he continued dating her.
He hurried down to breakfast so he could finish eating before Hermione came in. Blaise Zambini was already into her food. Draco sat down next to her and started to eat. Blaise's fiery red eyes were watching his every move.
'Why are you looking at me like that?' He finally asked.
'I'm reading you...' Blaise answered mysteriously.
'Reading me...?'
'I know exactly what you're thinking right at this moment.'
'Do you know Occlumency then?'
'Yes. My dad knows it too, it kind of...runs in the family, if you like.'
'Can you stop it now, it's a bit uncomfortable when you're in my head all the time.'
'Oh...you have got yourself in deep now, haven't you Draco? Poor Granger. Shame about your father and Crabbe and Goyle.'
'Shutup Blaise or I'll curse you!'
'Curse me? That wouldn't be very good for your Head Boy reputation now, would it?'
Draco couldn't come up with an answer.
'The great Draco Malfoy...king of Slytherin can't find an answer for me. That is a good one, I dare say.'
'If I'm not mistaken Dumbledore would love to find out about your talent. So, Zambini unless you want me to tell him about it, keep your mouth closed and stop reading me!'
Blaise nodded quickly and returned to her breakfast. She knew enough was enough, and pushing Draco to his limits was certainly not a good idea.
Draco couldn't help himself from wondering about Blaise's talent. Even the famous Harry Potter never mastered Occlumency. Draco knew for a fact Voldemort was looking for someone to join the Dark Side who knew Occlumency. Blaise definitely wasn't going to give up that chance. She was always one to follow Voldemort.
--Hermione's POV---
Hermione had finally hauled herself out of bed. So much for getting up early to study for the potions test that was taking place that day.
She asked Dobby to bring her some food, as she couldn't be bothered going down to the Great Hall.
After a delicious meal she headed to Potions. Draco must have gone down to the Great Hall, not wanting to wake her up.
She decided she was beginning to like Draco more and more everyday. Although it seemed silly and way to early for the plans Hermione found herself planning their wedding. The ring, the shoes and dress she'd wear, the venue, the guests. Her life seemed almost perfect, except for the flaw that she had no friends other then Ginny and Draco.
When she arrived at Potions Draco was already seated right up the back. She gave him a wink and sat down next to Parvati.
Suddenly Professor Snape entered, holding parchment with questions written on them. He gave one to each student, showing a look of how he thought they'd do. He gave Neville a particularly nasty grin.
Hermione looked at the test, hoping to god she would do all right. She hadn't studied nearly as much as she'd wanted to.
Hermione began the test. She soon found out how easy it was...until it came to the end. She was losing concentration fast because it was so boring. She had read over the stuff so many times, and she continuously lost where she was and repeated words.
When she finally finished the test she checked her work twice. A stupid mistake could mean the difference between an O and a P (A/N: It's late and I don't feel like looking it up.)
Snape collected the test parchment and stalked around, doing god knows what. He was wearing a blank expression as he stared down at the person who had handed him the paper. Very strange behavior...
It was time for Hermione's next class, so she got to her feet and left in a hurry. She totally forgot about Draco since she was wondering if she explained the proper use of a cauldron in enough detail. It was really worrying her.
Remembering Draco she spun around.
'Morning! How do you reckon you did in the test?'
Draco totally forgot about his problem.
'Oh, I don't think I did too bad...'
'I'm sure you did excellent! You always ace potions!'
'Yeah, but only because of Snape. You ace everything because of pure talent!'
They began walking together.
'Do you remember that time in second year how you made the Slytherin Quidditch team and you have the brooms? I said that exact line, and then you called me a mudblood, so Ron lashed out and tried to curse you! But luckily it backfired! It wasn't funny when it happened, but it is now!'
Draco smiled and hugged her.
'I have to get to my next lesson. I'll see you later, and with that they parted.'
---Draco's POV---
By the end of the day Draco had made his decision. He didn't know how Hermione would take it.
He was lying on the couch when Hermione entered.
'We need to talk.'
Hermione gave him a worried look, but then sat down opposite him.
'Umm...I got a letter yesterday from my father. He doesn't really agree with me dating you. But you're so special to me, and I would never want to hurt you. If I continue like this, there'll be hell to pay, and I'm telling you right now, it won't be pretty.'
'So...'
'So, I'm giving you the choice. I'm definitely not going to openly say I'm dating you, we can... pretend we broke up or something, but still be secretly dating. It's up to you. I just want you to know that if you continue dating me there is a potential danger.'
'I'm willing to take that risk,' Hermione jumped up and gave him the hugest hug she had ever given anyone.
'We're leaving tomorrow. We have to go on holidays,' Draco sighed.
'I suppose you'll be staying at the Manor then?' Hermione answered.
'Unfortunately. Where are you going to go?'
'I'm staying with my grandmother. We're going skiing. I'm going to miss the magical world. But I'm going to miss you more.'
'I'll miss you too.'
'I'm not going to cry tonight. Save up all my tears for tomorrow...'
He pulled her closer. She was just too special. He treasured her like a young girl would a porcelain doll.
After a while the two both went to bed. The next day was going to be a long and tiring one after all.
Hermione packed her clothes into her trunk, and then shrunk it so it wouldn't be so bulky and heavy. Her many different outfits hardly fit into her trunk.
Hermione was going to miss Hogwarts.
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The next morning Hermione hurried downstairs so she could get out early. Draco was waiting for her.
It was once again very cold. Draco was wearing a blue sweater and jeans. His hair was falling messily into his eyes, although it didn't look bad, it actually made him look even hotter then usual.
Hermione was wearing a green hoodie and jeans. She wasn't wearing as much makeup as she usually would, because the ride to her grandmother's place was usually very uncomfortable.
She sat down next to Draco with out saying a word. He instantly put his arms around her.
Hermione snuggled closer to Draco. She did this every time they did this. Being so close to him made her feel like she had a million butterflies fluttering around in her stomach.
She sat in his arms for a long time, just enjoying the other's presence.
Suddenly the alarm pierced the silence, making them both jump. It was time for the students of Hogwarts to part ways.
They were all to assemble in their houses to be transported to wherever the particular house was to be picked up. Seeing Hermione and Draco were in different houses, this was the last time they'd see each other for two weeks.
'I guess we'd better get going then,' Draco sighed. He was going to miss Hermione.
'I guess so.'
'I'll see you later then, hey?'
Hermione could feel the tears coming on.
'Hopefully sooner,' she whispered.
She couldn't hold it back anymore. She started crying. Draco held her closer, rubbing her back.
'Hey, don't cry. It won't be long and I'll be seeing you again. I'll write to you all the time and stuff.'
Hermione nodded, tears still falling down her face. Draco stopped them with his finger and kissed her. She kissed him back, for as long as she could.
Finally both got up and walked out of the common room together.
'I guess this is bye for a while then,' Draco sighed.
Hermione just nodded and continued crying. He kissed her on the head, and they continued on their way.
Hermione and Draco were really going to miss this place.
But they were going to miss each other more.
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If it weren't for your maturity none of this would have happened
If you weren't so wise beyond your years I would've been able to control myself
If it weren't for my attention you wouldn't have been successful and
If it weren't for me you would never have amounted to very much
Ooh this could be messy
But you don't seem to mind
Ooh don't go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime
We'll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you've washed your hands clean of this
You're essentially an employee and I like you having to depend on me
You're kind of my protege and one day you'll say you learned all you know from me
I know you depend on me like a young thing would to a guardian
I know you sexualize me like a young thing would and I think I like it
Ooh this could get messy
But you don't seem to mind
Ooh don't go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime
We'll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you've washed your hands clean of this
what part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept?
what part of your memory is selective and tends to forget?
what with this distance it seems so obvious?
Just make sure you don't tell on me especially to members of your family
We best keep this to ourselves and not tell any members of our inner posse
I wish I could tell the world cuz you're such a pretty thing when you're done up properly
I might want to marry you one day if you watch that weight and keep your firm body
Ooh this could be messy and
Ooh I don't seem to mind
Ooh don't go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime
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A/N: Hey! I hope you liked Chapter 13. Yes, it took forever for me to put up, but it's worth the wait, right? Anyway, the next chapter is going to be fabulous. I can't wait to write it. Be prepared for a really great next chapter!
You want to get the chapter faster? Review then! It really does motivate me to put up the next chapter!
Lyrics: Hands Clean by Alanis Morisette (if you haven't read it, I suggest you do, they really fit in with this chapter.)
Bye! R&R!
THANKYOU SO VERY MUCH TO ALL OF MY REVIEWERS! I HAVEN'T PUT MY USUAL THING IN HERE BECAUSE IT'S EITHER THAT OR THIS CHAPTER TWO DAYS LATER! I REALLY DO APPRECIATE YOUR REVIEWS, SO KEEP THEM COMING!
Chapter Thirteen: Separation
---Draco's POV---
Draco didn't know what to do. He liked Hermione more each time she spoke to him and he didn't want to put her in any danger. Draco would have asked advice from a friend, as Hermione would have asked Ginny. But Draco had no friends. Crabbe and Goyle didn't count.
He lied down on his bed and stared up at his ceiling. The colours swam around magically. They were making Draco dizzy. Maybe he was getting a fever or something?
It was getting late. 8:30 already. Draco sighed and pulled himself off the couch. Hermione would be getting back soon. He need time to think about what to do and didn't feel like talking to her at that moment.
Wanting to clear his head Draco snuck outside to go for a run around the Quidditch Pitch. He made himself run and run until his legs felt they were about to drop off, determined to find the answer by the end of his run.
He collapsed on the side, desperate for water and a break. He caught his breath and decided to go back to the castle. With any luck Hermione had gone to bed so he could spend time in the common room so he could make his decision.
Many students were excited as the holidays were coming up. (A/N: These are not the Christmas holidays. I put this in because it fits in with the plot.) Draco wasn't sure if he wanted to return to the Manor or not. Every year he hoped that his father had recovered from his obsession with Voldemort.
He still had the memory of being a child and playing with a train set he had received for Christmas. He was only a very small little child at the time.
He found himself in the common room. Luckily Hermione had gone to bed, because she didn't seem to be present. To Draco's surprise he found a note lying on the couch.
Draco,
It's just me. You obviously aren't here at the moment, and I need to wake up early tomorrow morning, so just a note to say goodnight. Hope you've had a nice day!
Love Hermione xox
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The next morning Draco woke up to a large bang. He sighed. Crabbe and Goyle had come to visit him and had tripped over a couch or something, being the stupid gorillas they were.
Sure enough they were standing there, still in their pajamas. Hermione had also woken from the loud noise. She sighed loudly and went back to bed.
'Crabbe, Goyle, what are you doing here?' Draco asked.
'We're really really sorry Draco! We didn't know he was doing it to us, I swear,' Goyle grunted.
'What for?'
'We're sorry for telling your father about Hermione Granger and yourself. You know how you've 'got it going on?''
'Have it going on? Crabbe, Goyle, this whole thing of none of your business! Why did you tell father about it all?'
'He gave us Vertitsa...Veritsas...'
'Veritaserum?'
'Yeah...'
Draco groaned. He knew it wasn't Crabbe or Goyle's fault, but he had to take his anger out on somebody. His father was the most horrible person he had ever come across in his whole life, except for perhaps, Voldemort. He had spoilt his childhood, time at Hogwarts and now his love life. What was everything coming to?
'Get out,' Draco spat, hurrying the two great oaths out the door.
Draco decided once again he couldn't tolerate hanging around with Hermione. It reminded him of his choices.
To keep Hermione safe or to risk her life for their relationship, which wasn't guaranteed to last anyway. He also knew he was going to break her heart, but her heart might stop working altogether if he continued dating her.
He hurried down to breakfast so he could finish eating before Hermione came in. Blaise Zambini was already into her food. Draco sat down next to her and started to eat. Blaise's fiery red eyes were watching his every move.
'Why are you looking at me like that?' He finally asked.
'I'm reading you...' Blaise answered mysteriously.
'Reading me...?'
'I know exactly what you're thinking right at this moment.'
'Do you know Occlumency then?'
'Yes. My dad knows it too, it kind of...runs in the family, if you like.'
'Can you stop it now, it's a bit uncomfortable when you're in my head all the time.'
'Oh...you have got yourself in deep now, haven't you Draco? Poor Granger. Shame about your father and Crabbe and Goyle.'
'Shutup Blaise or I'll curse you!'
'Curse me? That wouldn't be very good for your Head Boy reputation now, would it?'
Draco couldn't come up with an answer.
'The great Draco Malfoy...king of Slytherin can't find an answer for me. That is a good one, I dare say.'
'If I'm not mistaken Dumbledore would love to find out about your talent. So, Zambini unless you want me to tell him about it, keep your mouth closed and stop reading me!'
Blaise nodded quickly and returned to her breakfast. She knew enough was enough, and pushing Draco to his limits was certainly not a good idea.
Draco couldn't help himself from wondering about Blaise's talent. Even the famous Harry Potter never mastered Occlumency. Draco knew for a fact Voldemort was looking for someone to join the Dark Side who knew Occlumency. Blaise definitely wasn't going to give up that chance. She was always one to follow Voldemort.
--Hermione's POV---
Hermione had finally hauled herself out of bed. So much for getting up early to study for the potions test that was taking place that day.
She asked Dobby to bring her some food, as she couldn't be bothered going down to the Great Hall.
After a delicious meal she headed to Potions. Draco must have gone down to the Great Hall, not wanting to wake her up.
She decided she was beginning to like Draco more and more everyday. Although it seemed silly and way to early for the plans Hermione found herself planning their wedding. The ring, the shoes and dress she'd wear, the venue, the guests. Her life seemed almost perfect, except for the flaw that she had no friends other then Ginny and Draco.
When she arrived at Potions Draco was already seated right up the back. She gave him a wink and sat down next to Parvati.
Suddenly Professor Snape entered, holding parchment with questions written on them. He gave one to each student, showing a look of how he thought they'd do. He gave Neville a particularly nasty grin.
Hermione looked at the test, hoping to god she would do all right. She hadn't studied nearly as much as she'd wanted to.
Hermione began the test. She soon found out how easy it was...until it came to the end. She was losing concentration fast because it was so boring. She had read over the stuff so many times, and she continuously lost where she was and repeated words.
When she finally finished the test she checked her work twice. A stupid mistake could mean the difference between an O and a P (A/N: It's late and I don't feel like looking it up.)
Snape collected the test parchment and stalked around, doing god knows what. He was wearing a blank expression as he stared down at the person who had handed him the paper. Very strange behavior...
It was time for Hermione's next class, so she got to her feet and left in a hurry. She totally forgot about Draco since she was wondering if she explained the proper use of a cauldron in enough detail. It was really worrying her.
Remembering Draco she spun around.
'Morning! How do you reckon you did in the test?'
Draco totally forgot about his problem.
'Oh, I don't think I did too bad...'
'I'm sure you did excellent! You always ace potions!'
'Yeah, but only because of Snape. You ace everything because of pure talent!'
They began walking together.
'Do you remember that time in second year how you made the Slytherin Quidditch team and you have the brooms? I said that exact line, and then you called me a mudblood, so Ron lashed out and tried to curse you! But luckily it backfired! It wasn't funny when it happened, but it is now!'
Draco smiled and hugged her.
'I have to get to my next lesson. I'll see you later, and with that they parted.'
---Draco's POV---
By the end of the day Draco had made his decision. He didn't know how Hermione would take it.
He was lying on the couch when Hermione entered.
'We need to talk.'
Hermione gave him a worried look, but then sat down opposite him.
'Umm...I got a letter yesterday from my father. He doesn't really agree with me dating you. But you're so special to me, and I would never want to hurt you. If I continue like this, there'll be hell to pay, and I'm telling you right now, it won't be pretty.'
'So...'
'So, I'm giving you the choice. I'm definitely not going to openly say I'm dating you, we can... pretend we broke up or something, but still be secretly dating. It's up to you. I just want you to know that if you continue dating me there is a potential danger.'
'I'm willing to take that risk,' Hermione jumped up and gave him the hugest hug she had ever given anyone.
'We're leaving tomorrow. We have to go on holidays,' Draco sighed.
'I suppose you'll be staying at the Manor then?' Hermione answered.
'Unfortunately. Where are you going to go?'
'I'm staying with my grandmother. We're going skiing. I'm going to miss the magical world. But I'm going to miss you more.'
'I'll miss you too.'
'I'm not going to cry tonight. Save up all my tears for tomorrow...'
He pulled her closer. She was just too special. He treasured her like a young girl would a porcelain doll.
After a while the two both went to bed. The next day was going to be a long and tiring one after all.
Hermione packed her clothes into her trunk, and then shrunk it so it wouldn't be so bulky and heavy. Her many different outfits hardly fit into her trunk.
Hermione was going to miss Hogwarts.
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The next morning Hermione hurried downstairs so she could get out early. Draco was waiting for her.
It was once again very cold. Draco was wearing a blue sweater and jeans. His hair was falling messily into his eyes, although it didn't look bad, it actually made him look even hotter then usual.
Hermione was wearing a green hoodie and jeans. She wasn't wearing as much makeup as she usually would, because the ride to her grandmother's place was usually very uncomfortable.
She sat down next to Draco with out saying a word. He instantly put his arms around her.
Hermione snuggled closer to Draco. She did this every time they did this. Being so close to him made her feel like she had a million butterflies fluttering around in her stomach.
She sat in his arms for a long time, just enjoying the other's presence.
Suddenly the alarm pierced the silence, making them both jump. It was time for the students of Hogwarts to part ways.
They were all to assemble in their houses to be transported to wherever the particular house was to be picked up. Seeing Hermione and Draco were in different houses, this was the last time they'd see each other for two weeks.
'I guess we'd better get going then,' Draco sighed. He was going to miss Hermione.
'I guess so.'
'I'll see you later then, hey?'
Hermione could feel the tears coming on.
'Hopefully sooner,' she whispered.
She couldn't hold it back anymore. She started crying. Draco held her closer, rubbing her back.
'Hey, don't cry. It won't be long and I'll be seeing you again. I'll write to you all the time and stuff.'
Hermione nodded, tears still falling down her face. Draco stopped them with his finger and kissed her. She kissed him back, for as long as she could.
Finally both got up and walked out of the common room together.
'I guess this is bye for a while then,' Draco sighed.
Hermione just nodded and continued crying. He kissed her on the head, and they continued on their way.
Hermione and Draco were really going to miss this place.
But they were going to miss each other more.
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If it weren't for your maturity none of this would have happened
If you weren't so wise beyond your years I would've been able to control myself
If it weren't for my attention you wouldn't have been successful and
If it weren't for me you would never have amounted to very much
Ooh this could be messy
But you don't seem to mind
Ooh don't go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime
We'll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you've washed your hands clean of this
You're essentially an employee and I like you having to depend on me
You're kind of my protege and one day you'll say you learned all you know from me
I know you depend on me like a young thing would to a guardian
I know you sexualize me like a young thing would and I think I like it
Ooh this could get messy
But you don't seem to mind
Ooh don't go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime
We'll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you've washed your hands clean of this
what part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept?
what part of your memory is selective and tends to forget?
what with this distance it seems so obvious?
Just make sure you don't tell on me especially to members of your family
We best keep this to ourselves and not tell any members of our inner posse
I wish I could tell the world cuz you're such a pretty thing when you're done up properly
I might want to marry you one day if you watch that weight and keep your firm body
Ooh this could be messy and
Ooh I don't seem to mind
Ooh don't go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime
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A/N: Hey! I hope you liked Chapter 13. Yes, it took forever for me to put up, but it's worth the wait, right? Anyway, the next chapter is going to be fabulous. I can't wait to write it. Be prepared for a really great next chapter!
You want to get the chapter faster? Review then! It really does motivate me to put up the next chapter!
Lyrics: Hands Clean by Alanis Morisette (if you haven't read it, I suggest you do, they really fit in with this chapter.)
Bye! R&R!