Crimson Rain Drops
Chapter 17
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Disclaimer: I only own the plot and the characters that obviously aren't in the books.
I only own the plot and the characters that obviously aren't in the books.&&&&
Cold as Ice
Hard as Stone
Both believe
They must face this world alone
What happens
When Enemies Meet
All they share; a love of hate
But what they find; they do not seek
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Previously:
Hermione heard him, heard every word he said. She wanted so bad to go to him. To let him know that she didn't want to go but also to let him know, she really didn't want to stay.
She felt something begin to pull at her, but she struggled with it. She hadn't made her final decision yet. Not in her head or in her heart.
Draco looked at her, praying she had heard it all and that she would make the right decision.
Hermione felt warmness start to replace the cold as her soul settled in its new home.
The crowd watched the scene in front of them intently. Each and everyone of them wanted to know what he whispered to her. Most of all, they wanted to know if what Draco said worked.
Draco watched her eyes, waiting to see those brown orbs reappear…
…and that's exactly what they did.
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Hermione starred up into the beautiful grey pools that were Draco's eyes. They had grown warm and soft and they were wide with shock.
"You came back" he whispered.
"Yeah, I guess I did" she quickly found out just how much it hurt to talk, but she gave him a small smile anyway.
"I'm glad Mia" Draco was truly at a loss for words. He hadn't thought that that would actually ever work. It had been a last resort but it had worked.
"Do you need anything?" his voice was gentle, still not aware of all the people standing behind him.
She nodded silently. He sent her a questioning glance, asking what it was.
"To go home"
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Hermione leaned against the shower. She knew that right on the other side of the door, a whole real world was waiting for her. Draco was out there, waiting a the couch just so he could walk her to breakfast. He was waiting out there. Waiting for her.
She had yet to set foot out side of her common room since returning to it. She hid in her little confined space of a room, writing.
It had been three weeks, two days, and eleven hours since she had seen what reality looked like. What she about it though didn't make her want to rejoin it any time soon.
Hermione was being force to rejoin society though. Her work was completely caught up, what else could she do while the others were in class? Her friends had finally got her to agree to face the entire student body.
After three full books of poems, forty-two assignments and twenty-one novels she was being thrown back out into the real world. As Luke had said:
"This is to get you to open your eyes to the good in the world once again. The see that for every Ryan Granger there are ten Dumbledores"
Or as Eva had put it:
"It's time for you to get off your ass and end this state of self-doubt. If you continue to think that you're filth, the world will think you're filth. Open up your eyes and see that you're gold, and I guarantee that people will see you in all your radiance"
And they were right.
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Hermione looked over the Great Hall as she stepped into it. It felt as if every eye in the hall was turned to her. Truth be told, every eye in the hall was turned to her.
She saw Harry and Ron looking her way, sending gentle smiles. Hermione nodded at them. She wasn't yet ready to accept their friendship back into her life. She would accept that they were acquaintances. Baby steps.
Her eyes traveled further over the faces and her eyes landed on Matt. The last time she had talked to him was the confrontation they had had. That felt like years ago now. The pregnancy ran through her mind, and how the loss of her child had affected her. She may never be okay with that, but it was time to let it go. Start to leave the past in the past.
Matt starred at her in shock. A single scar ran down her face, the first one she had ever received from Ryan. For the first time in years she had decided against covering up all her scars. They were a part of her and a part of her life. If she was going to let the world see her, they were going to see all of her.
She watched as Matt's eyes travelled down to where Draco held her hand and how angry he seemed to be. After all, she had once said she would never again trust another Slytherin.
Draco saw Hermione take a deep breath as she started to walk over to the Slytherin table. She took a seat right in the middle of them all, showing no real fear. Draco sat next to her with Luke and Dallas on his other side and Eva sitting on Mia's right.
Hermione could still feel eyes on her and she let out a long, silent breath. 'Just keep eating' she thought.
Finally chatter started to take over the Great Hall. Just mindless chit-chat about absolutely nothing. That was the way it should be in the world of all these teenagers.
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One step at a time, and one day, Hermione would be just like them. Without a care in the world other then friends and school.
Hermione looked around at the walls of the hidden room. At all the poems. It was almost full, only half a wall left. But it was time for a change.
She took out her wand and brought all the poems down, stacked in order of where they were originally posted. The she went to work, conjuring supplies, designing, doing what she thought fit the room best.
The others were in Hogsmead, getting a much needed break from the school. They had been bugging her to come with them for weeks, but she had decided to stay behind. She wanted some true alone time. They were due back soon though, and she just hoped she would have time to finish her project.
She sorted through the pile of poems, reading some, posting others, just deciding what would work best where. How long she stood there, going though the piles was a complete mystery to everyone. All she knew was that she finished with about a minute to spar.
Each wall had a different theme. Symbolizing something from the last couple of years.
The first wall was completely black. Just a night darkness with poems written everywhere. Every poem that was chosen was written on the wall in white paint, causing a striking contrast that reeked havoc with your mind.
Wall number two was slate grey and gold. There were pictures scattered all over the wall, ones from when Harry and Ron were her best friends in the fifth year, to pictures taken only weeks before Ryan had showed up again. Each had a story behind it, and a poem framed and hung beside it telling that story.
The third one, directly across from the first one, was her favourite. Colours all swirled into a centre of gold and silver. Each poem that was posted here was from the last year and a half, mostly from the time of losing the baby to just before she ended up in the hospital. All of them were on a different colour of paper, just adding to the confusion that was on the wall. The confusion that had been her life.
The fourth and final wall was a beautiful silver colour. Silver, her colour to symbolize a new beginning. A gold line was drawn down the middle, and a poem resided on it's right side, in a bold black paint.
A Dream That Is...
For many years and showers of tears you stuck by me.
Golden hair like tiny strings of gold shimmering in the sun.
Sky blue eyes that soar across the ocean on an eagle's wings.
Vivid dreams a float on drifting clouds.
That gracefully pass along the sky.
Like waves lapping against the shore.
One of those dreams was me and I floated down to you.
Because God knew you were the perfect mother for me.
You showed the way every day with a tiny hint or smile.
(A/N: Poem courtesy of one of my best friends, Stormy Angel Sky. Look to the bottom for more information)
On the left was a picture that had recently been taken of the five of them. In the stupidest positions they could think of. They had been having an absolutely killer time, and Collin came by and snapped a picture of them, without any of their knowledge. The first that they heard about was when the found a picture slid in with a book he had borrowed from Hermione for some research. Hermione had blown the picture up and magic-ed it onto the wall, for the world to see.
As she stood back and admired all the work she heard footsteps and gasps behind her as the others entered.
She spun to see Luke, Dallis and Eva awestruck and Draco standing there with a small smile on his face, and slight surprise in his eyes.
"So, what do you guys think?"
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Hey Guys
Finally, ITS HERE!
Sorry for the absolutely horrendous wait! I was out of inspiration for this, as my life has basically either completely sucked or has been absolutely amazing for the last several months. I cant write when I'm in extreme moods. But here you go, heres your chapter! I hope you all love it.
Oh, and bear with all the spelling mistakes, I didn't bother getting it betaed beause I figured you guys wanted it soon, was I right?
I thank Stormy Angel Sky for the use of her poem here. She's an absolutely amazing poet and she provided me with the inspiration to finally finish! Thanks E!
And to all my reviewers and faithful readers, thank you for your patience! I appreciate it more then you know. And keep nudging me to get more done, it usually works! Also, for readers of Daddy, I Love You, I should have a chapter coming again soon, it's almost done! Hopefully this weekend or sometime in the next week.
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