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A/n: Hey guys! Chap 20 is here!
By: Aningme
Chapter 20
Dilemma
Screams. Ear shattering screams. They're screaming. They're calling out to him. Calling his name.
Men, women, children, he had killed them. His hands were drenched in blood. He had been drinking they're blood. And he wants no more.
He tried to push all of them away. He tried to run, but they're holding him down. He tried to wake himself, but he wouldn't. He's trapped inside.
They're all looking down at him. They had waited for him for so long now. They had waited for him to join them. Join them in the dark.
"Malfoy…"
He looked up.
"Malfoy…"
He stood up. He knows that voice.
"Malfoy…"
"Potter?" He called back.
Harry Potter stood before him, shining amidst the darkness. He was smiling at him.
"It is time, my brother."
"Time for what?"
"Join us…"
Draco shot up from his bed, shivering. His hands were cold. His lips had turned blue. His eyes were drenched in tears.
He had been dreaming again.
Standing up from his bed, he took his bathrobe and ran to the kitchen. He wouldn't dare sleep again. He didn't want to see them again. Those people.
Standing before his refrigerator, he listened to the raindrops dripping all over the roof of the cottage. It was still raining. Trees were dancing along the wind. And the darkness blanketed them.
He sighed. He wanted to forget them. Forget them all. And Harry…
Grabbing a bowl of ice cream, he walked to the table and took a spoon. It was strawberry. Hermione's favorite.
Hermione couldn't sleep too. She couldn't help but think of what happened previously.
She was still shaken with the sudden contact with him. She didn't know what to feel about it.
But then, thinking about it, something was oddly familiar with his kiss. It was as if she had kissed him before…
Shrugging the thought off, she walked to the kitchen and decided to eat something. She hadn't eaten that night. She couldn't help it but lock herself in her room after the incident. She couldn't face him. Much more couldn't talk to him.
Walking further, Hermione suddenly stiffened. There was somebody in the kitchen. It's Malfoy. He's there too.
She watched him as he ate that bowl of ice cream. It was odd of him to eat something like ice cream at this time. It was freakin' cold. But then, still watching him, she noticed something.
He was shivering, probably because of the coldness. His face looked rather tired, and pale. He raked at his hair as if something was wrong. Something was bothering him.
Now walking towards him, she took a spoon and held two sheets laying on the sofa in the living room. She stood behind him and draped one blanket on him. Sitting across him, she wrapped herself in her blanket too.
He stared at her, startled. He wondered how long she was watching him.
She smiled at him and scooped at the ice cream.
"You're still awake?" She muttered.
He was still staring at her. "I should ask you the same question."
She sighed and took another scoop of ice cream. "You like eating ice cream in cold places?"
He glanced at the ice cream and scooped at it too. "Sometimes."
"Something bothering you?"
"Not really."
Hermione gave him a sidelong look. "Not really? Does it mean partly yes?"
"No. It means nothing." He answered back.
She chuckled. "C'mon Malfoy. Stop pretending as if everything's fine. Something is bothering you."
He looked at her. He couldn't tell her. He should not. "Everything's fine."
"What if it's not?" She pointed out. "I could tell something's bothering you. It's written all over your face."
He blankly stared at her. "It's just a dream."
She smiled. She thought he'd be stubborn. "A dream? A dream about what?"
He gave her a look. "How about you? Why are you still awake at this hour?"
"Me?" She muttered. "Well, you are changing the topic, Malfoy."
"Answer me first."
"I asked first."
"I won't answer you."
"So do I."
They stared at each other first. Then found themselves laughing.
Hermione glanced at him and felt glad making him feel a little better. "The rain doesn't seem to stop." She suddenly said, looking out the window.
Draco nodded in agreement. "Too bad you won't be able to swim in the lake."
Hermione frowned. "I could swim in the lake even if it's raining. I'd be wet by then too. It makes no difference."
He shrugged. "But it will be really cold. You might get sick."
"I don't get sick."
"People get sick." He insisted.
Hermione scooped another ice cream. "Not me."
He just shrugged. She's stubborn as always.
Hermione was still smiling at him. "May I ask a question?"
He turned to her. "Shoo."
"What happened on the day I got drunk on Ginny's house?"
He almost dropped his spoon. He almost choked on his ice cream too. "What?"
"You heard me." She said. "Please. Tell me?"
Draco stared at her. He didn't know she was still wondering about that until now. "Why would you want to know?"
"I'm just curious." She answered. "And I think I ought to know."
He sighed. How the hell is he supposed to answer the question? "Don't you remember what happened?" He asked.
She shrugged. "We were at Ginny's house. I got drunk. When I woke up, I was on my bed. And you were still there. You have to know more."
"I told you before. When you passed out, I took you home. That's it. Ginny also gave me a medicine for you. And I let you drink it when we got in your house. And then you woke up."
Hermione stared at him. There's still more. She could feel it. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure." He muttered. He stared back at her.
She just sighed. "I don't know. I'm just thinking that something else happened. Like something I did or anything?" She still insisted.
She didn't know Draco was nervous sick already. "What made you think that?"
"I don't know." She answered. "I always get hysterical when I get drunk. Don't you know that?"
He managed to smile. "Yeah. Weasley told me that."
"Weasley?" She asked. "You mean Ginny?"
He nodded and ate more ice cream.
She thought for a moment. Does Ginny know anything about what happened?
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