Same crap as last time. (Which wasn't before chap 8, sorry bout that) also
extremely sorry about the shortness of the chapter. This one was supposed
to be my pride and joy, my record setting chapter but it isn't. I am so
sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP. End of story.
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Chapter 9- Going Back to Me
Draco tried to open the bathroom door but it seemed to be locked. He knocked on the door. Nobody answered. "Granger! What are you doing in there! Not screwing one of your boyfriends, I hope!" He should have gotten a response from that but he didn't. He knocked on the door again, still no answer. "Granger, are you okay in there? I'm going to go into your room and come in, alright?" Hermione still made no noise. Draco ran from his room, down the staircase, through the common room, up Granger's staircase, into her room (A/N and over the river and through the woods to Grandmother's house we go). He tried opening her door, but it too was locked. He did not have his wand with him, but there was Granger's, lying on her bed. He grabbed it and shouted "ALOHAMORA!" He pushed through the door and found Hermione, coated in blood.
"Granger, Granger! Granger, wake up!" Draco Malfoy shook the head girl's shoulders, trying to bring her back to consciousness. He slapped her across the face in another sad attempt to wake his 'sleeping beauty.' Why did he care if she was well or not? All he wanted to do was screw her senseless. But then again, if she was dead or unconscious or something, it would be really quite odd if he decided to screw her senseless. Not that she would have any senses to screw her out of if she was in one of those conditions anyways, so why would he want to screw her at all if she wasn't going to feel it? He needed to get her somewhere so he could find out if she'd be okay. Right now, for some crazy reason, all he wanted to do was fuck Hermione Granger, but he wouldn't stoop low enough to fuck something in the mudblood's condition.
He picked Granger up under her arms and knees, like he was her shining knight as she would be a princess. *Well, that was a really creepy thought. Granger's knight in shining armour? Eeewwww. * He took her back up to the hospital wing where she had come from only that morning. What a stupid girl. Who would ever actually want to be on those stiff beds with that annoying git of a woman by choice? He noticed for the first time how cold the girl in his arms was. And she looked pale compared to him. What was going on with this girl? How had she gotten this way?
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"Accido!" Draco fell to his knees in front of Hermione's feet. "What is your problem, Malfoy? I was trying to die! It was your bloody fault!"
"No. I believe you were the one who was bloody." Hermione ignored him. His eyes traced all of her visible scars. Madame Pomfrey was not able to get rid of the scars, try as she might. Hermione raised her wand to Draco again.
"Vomere perpetuo!" Draco could feel bile rising in his throat. He tried to hold it back, but was unable to. His body needed to. It was charmed to do so until she stopped it. "Caligo visus!" his sight blurred as she cast the charm on his vision.
"Vela Prensare! Inguen deminua-"
"I think that's quite enough, Miss Granger. I believe Mr. Malfoy would prefer if you didn't change the size of his anatomy."
Hermione looked at Malfoy. He was vomiting continuously, his eyes were hazed over, and his body was turning gray because his blood had stopped flowing. He was dying because of her, because he had tried to keep her alive. She couldn't kill him for saving her. "Finite incantatum," she said with malice-rimmed words
She turned around and walked away as Dumbledore muttered one last thing behind her, "She has to admit she needs him. And he needs to do the same for her."
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"That bitch! She nearly killed me! For what? Trying to save her? That has to be the stupidest reason for anyone to try and kill someone else! She'll be bloody sorry! I saved her life, so she tries to take mine! What kind of psychopath is she?!" Draco paced his room and stopped in front of the open bathroom door. He sneered as the doorknob at the other end turned. Granger's head appeared.
"Malfoy, come here for a second."
"No"
"I said come here"
"I said no."
"You are such a prat. Accio Draco Malfoy."
As he was magically dragged across the floor, he tried grabbing onto anything to stop him, but to no avail. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him into her room. She looked away from the blonde before saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to almost kill you. I was mad. I didn't mean to almost kill myself, either. Well, I did, but that's beside the point. I'm sorry. I don't know what caused me to act so recklessly. I usually wouldn't publicly assault you, let alone almost kill you. Now, one last thing, deficere obscurus virgo."
"Why are you making up spells, Granger?" Malfoy asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Why aren't you kissing me? Im tired of being a virgi-"Draco shoved his mouth against hers, closing the bathroom door behind them. He led her to her bed and unbuttoned her top, pushing the sleeveless shirt down her arms. He would've gone further had she not pushed him away. He was beginning to tire of this 'hard-to-get' game she was playing.
"Dammit, Granger, YOU wanted this! Gods, you're an evil bitch!"
"You don't get it, do you, Malfoy? I want it but I shouldn't have it. I am living on borrowed time. I shouldn't even be alive! I was dead. I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. I was not alive anymore. I was gone and you just had to bring me back! You had to have Madame Pomfrey bring me back. Somehow, you brought me back." She paused for a moment. "Why?"
"Wh-what?"
"Why did you take me to the hospital wing? Why did you bring me back? Why did you take me to Madame Pomfrey if you knew I was dead because I know you knew. You carried me there so I know you felt that I was cold, that I was lifeless. Why did you still attempt to bring me back? Why, Malfoy?"
"Because I w-"He couldn't finish. She would kill him completely in he told her why.
"Because you what?"
"Just because, Granger. I'd be happy for still being alive if I were you"
"Well I'm not. One would think that I didn't want to be alive just because I had tried to kill myself. That one was kind of obvious. Why should I be happy to be alive if I didn't want to be in the first place?"
"Yes, well, be glad I didn't finish you off myself then..." Draco stood up and left her room. When she was sure he was gone, a tear rolled down her cheek as she whispered:
"I wish you had."
(I would have ended here but it just seemed too short so I kept writing) ********************
Hermione lay awake in bed wondering about what Malfoy had said. She should be glad he had saved her rather than killed her. But for some reason, she wasn't. She didn't like the band, she didn't like her music, she didn't like guitar, so why was she doing this? It only brought bête-noir. Why was she playing music? Oh, yeah, Jake. Boy, had he crushed her. He told her he loved her and she believed him. He convinced her to sleep with him so she had. He taught her how to play music because she had asked him to. He was so perfect. And then one day she saw him. She saw him with someone else. Not just anyone, anywhere, mind you. She saw her Jake with Becca Freestein in his room, both of them wearing nothing in a very compromising position. Yep, you heard right, the boy she loved had cheated on her even after he told her he loved her. She knew he told her that so she would sleep with him. He had probably told Becca he loved her too, but she wasn't going to think about that. After all the crap, she played music because it was the only thing that took away the sting that Jake had left. Now she was back at school and she still hated everything about the music world. She needed her books. She was going back.
Hermione jumped out of bed and turned on the lights. She glanced around, looking for her wand. Finding it, she erased all of the scars and looked in the mirror. She frowned at the haughty black-haired girl looking at her. She muttered under her breath and soon she saw her hair fade to her natural brown. As soon as it started to curl, she stopped the spell. She wanted her hair to look like it used to, but she hated the frizz that her hair once was. She didn't want that back, so she stopped the spell when her hair was only slightly curly.
Why did she have that damn hairstyle anyways? She never liked it. Someone had convinced her... it was Beth! Beth told her that she would look great if she dyed her hair and had it straightened. Well, it did look better straightened, but the black made her look even more like a ghost. Damn Jake. He made her stay in the house all summer, which meant no sun and no tan. Her pretty tan skin- it was only tan if she tanned it in the summer or else it would be pale all year round. Her skin was so weird. It decided its tone depending on what tone it was when she wasn't at school. Why black hair? It looked atrocious against her skin. And the tattoo? And piercing? Beth was crazy. Topher and Gory actually let her convince them to get the damn matching tattoos. Those two just egged her on. Why did she call them Gory and Topher but she called Beth Beth? Really, Chris and Greg were more common nicknames like Beth. But they were Topher and Gory. What strange muggles. Gregory Mendel and Christopher Blackmann were such opposites and best friends. Alysabeth Hopsen was hyper. And when she wasn't hyper, she was stoned. Or having sex. Or was at an orgy... wait, that was sex. Why were they friends again? Oh yea, Mendel and Blackmann. Gory was the sweetest, nicest, amazing muggle she ever met. He reminded her of Harry. He was quiet and safe and calm and... well you get the point. Topher was none of that. He was conniving, he smoked anything he could get his hands on, and he was a womanizer. He liked girls. A lot. He liked them enough to sleep with Beth often and she was... well... Beth wasn't exactly someone a normal person would sleep with. She had also slept with Topher a few times. Never when she was at a normal mental capacity or while she was with Jake. Seriously, she wouldn't sleep with that man-whore unless she was in the mental states she was in: drunk and/or stoned. Topher and Beth were a bad influence on her. Gory was good, Gory was nice, but Beth and Topher were anything but. She couldn't stay with them. She could keep Gory but not C. B. or A. H. They were no good. Why would she want friends who made fun of the fact that she was in boarding school, anyways? Gory never said anything about Hogwarts but Tofe and Beth constantly insulted it. She hated them. She really did. She needed an out. She was quitting the band. She really needed to.
Chris and Beth,
I can't take it anymore. I can't take you. You are the epitome of evil. My dearest Voldy will kill you, torture you, or set you go because you are muggles, but you are evil. I truly despise the two of you. I cannot even stand to think of you anymore. After you read this, I have the strangest feeling that you are going to go fuck each other. So please do. I'm quitting the band. Find some other poor soul you can pry on. You disgust me. DON'T try to answer this letter.
I really do hate you,
Maya Granger
P.S. Bethy, you are not and never have been my best friend. You can never compete with Harry or Ron. Or Ginny. Hell, you don't even measure up to Malfoy. Just forget I ever existed.
She added another small note on a different piece of parchment:
Gory~
You are amazing. Between all of my band mates, I loved you most. Please stay exactly as you are. Remember me the way I know you see me, innocent and slightly less pure than I used to be. You are a good lad and will grow to be an amazing man. Promise to me in your heart that no matter what Topher and Beth say about me, you won't forget the real me... I love you, Gory.
~Maya @}'-
She missed him already.
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This was written last Wednesday night so yes the paper is turned in.
Ok I'm cutting you off right here. I have nothing else to write. I just started chapter two of adkop so that is getting my attention now. There is nothing else for me to write for this one. I could extend it but I don't know to where. It would take forever. There is so much I want to write but I can get it all down fast enough. I just don't know what to write. That and this story has just secured its tush right in the middle of writer's block lane. I don't now for how long it's going to be staying there. I guess we'll figure it out when it gets a chapter 10. I have the strangest feeling that I have given up on the Latin titles. I'm not going to change the ones that are up there already because I think they are lovely. From now on, I'm pretty sure it's going to have English titles. I have spring holiday starting tomorrow afternoon until the 19th so I have a bit of time to work on my stuff, but again, secrets has planted its toucus right where it shouldn't be. I swear I am not abandoning it, it just won't write itself anymore. If it can't write itself, then I can't go anywhere with it. I'm so sorry this chapter sucked so much. I've had a bit on my mind lately. I won't be expanding on that thought, because I have to finish my research paper that was due yesterday. (By the time you read this, I'll have probably already turned it in.) I have to go, this story is so totally not over, and I'm still not accepting flame but constructive criticism is nice people! Just telling me I suck and yelling at me, it makes me feel bad. So don't. I'm off to write mindless drivel on my OCD.
Love y'all! ~Lily *
Disclaimer: I don't own HP. End of story.
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Chapter 9- Going Back to Me
Draco tried to open the bathroom door but it seemed to be locked. He knocked on the door. Nobody answered. "Granger! What are you doing in there! Not screwing one of your boyfriends, I hope!" He should have gotten a response from that but he didn't. He knocked on the door again, still no answer. "Granger, are you okay in there? I'm going to go into your room and come in, alright?" Hermione still made no noise. Draco ran from his room, down the staircase, through the common room, up Granger's staircase, into her room (A/N and over the river and through the woods to Grandmother's house we go). He tried opening her door, but it too was locked. He did not have his wand with him, but there was Granger's, lying on her bed. He grabbed it and shouted "ALOHAMORA!" He pushed through the door and found Hermione, coated in blood.
"Granger, Granger! Granger, wake up!" Draco Malfoy shook the head girl's shoulders, trying to bring her back to consciousness. He slapped her across the face in another sad attempt to wake his 'sleeping beauty.' Why did he care if she was well or not? All he wanted to do was screw her senseless. But then again, if she was dead or unconscious or something, it would be really quite odd if he decided to screw her senseless. Not that she would have any senses to screw her out of if she was in one of those conditions anyways, so why would he want to screw her at all if she wasn't going to feel it? He needed to get her somewhere so he could find out if she'd be okay. Right now, for some crazy reason, all he wanted to do was fuck Hermione Granger, but he wouldn't stoop low enough to fuck something in the mudblood's condition.
He picked Granger up under her arms and knees, like he was her shining knight as she would be a princess. *Well, that was a really creepy thought. Granger's knight in shining armour? Eeewwww. * He took her back up to the hospital wing where she had come from only that morning. What a stupid girl. Who would ever actually want to be on those stiff beds with that annoying git of a woman by choice? He noticed for the first time how cold the girl in his arms was. And she looked pale compared to him. What was going on with this girl? How had she gotten this way?
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"Accido!" Draco fell to his knees in front of Hermione's feet. "What is your problem, Malfoy? I was trying to die! It was your bloody fault!"
"No. I believe you were the one who was bloody." Hermione ignored him. His eyes traced all of her visible scars. Madame Pomfrey was not able to get rid of the scars, try as she might. Hermione raised her wand to Draco again.
"Vomere perpetuo!" Draco could feel bile rising in his throat. He tried to hold it back, but was unable to. His body needed to. It was charmed to do so until she stopped it. "Caligo visus!" his sight blurred as she cast the charm on his vision.
"Vela Prensare! Inguen deminua-"
"I think that's quite enough, Miss Granger. I believe Mr. Malfoy would prefer if you didn't change the size of his anatomy."
Hermione looked at Malfoy. He was vomiting continuously, his eyes were hazed over, and his body was turning gray because his blood had stopped flowing. He was dying because of her, because he had tried to keep her alive. She couldn't kill him for saving her. "Finite incantatum," she said with malice-rimmed words
She turned around and walked away as Dumbledore muttered one last thing behind her, "She has to admit she needs him. And he needs to do the same for her."
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"That bitch! She nearly killed me! For what? Trying to save her? That has to be the stupidest reason for anyone to try and kill someone else! She'll be bloody sorry! I saved her life, so she tries to take mine! What kind of psychopath is she?!" Draco paced his room and stopped in front of the open bathroom door. He sneered as the doorknob at the other end turned. Granger's head appeared.
"Malfoy, come here for a second."
"No"
"I said come here"
"I said no."
"You are such a prat. Accio Draco Malfoy."
As he was magically dragged across the floor, he tried grabbing onto anything to stop him, but to no avail. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him into her room. She looked away from the blonde before saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to almost kill you. I was mad. I didn't mean to almost kill myself, either. Well, I did, but that's beside the point. I'm sorry. I don't know what caused me to act so recklessly. I usually wouldn't publicly assault you, let alone almost kill you. Now, one last thing, deficere obscurus virgo."
"Why are you making up spells, Granger?" Malfoy asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Why aren't you kissing me? Im tired of being a virgi-"Draco shoved his mouth against hers, closing the bathroom door behind them. He led her to her bed and unbuttoned her top, pushing the sleeveless shirt down her arms. He would've gone further had she not pushed him away. He was beginning to tire of this 'hard-to-get' game she was playing.
"Dammit, Granger, YOU wanted this! Gods, you're an evil bitch!"
"You don't get it, do you, Malfoy? I want it but I shouldn't have it. I am living on borrowed time. I shouldn't even be alive! I was dead. I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. I was not alive anymore. I was gone and you just had to bring me back! You had to have Madame Pomfrey bring me back. Somehow, you brought me back." She paused for a moment. "Why?"
"Wh-what?"
"Why did you take me to the hospital wing? Why did you bring me back? Why did you take me to Madame Pomfrey if you knew I was dead because I know you knew. You carried me there so I know you felt that I was cold, that I was lifeless. Why did you still attempt to bring me back? Why, Malfoy?"
"Because I w-"He couldn't finish. She would kill him completely in he told her why.
"Because you what?"
"Just because, Granger. I'd be happy for still being alive if I were you"
"Well I'm not. One would think that I didn't want to be alive just because I had tried to kill myself. That one was kind of obvious. Why should I be happy to be alive if I didn't want to be in the first place?"
"Yes, well, be glad I didn't finish you off myself then..." Draco stood up and left her room. When she was sure he was gone, a tear rolled down her cheek as she whispered:
"I wish you had."
(I would have ended here but it just seemed too short so I kept writing) ********************
Hermione lay awake in bed wondering about what Malfoy had said. She should be glad he had saved her rather than killed her. But for some reason, she wasn't. She didn't like the band, she didn't like her music, she didn't like guitar, so why was she doing this? It only brought bête-noir. Why was she playing music? Oh, yeah, Jake. Boy, had he crushed her. He told her he loved her and she believed him. He convinced her to sleep with him so she had. He taught her how to play music because she had asked him to. He was so perfect. And then one day she saw him. She saw him with someone else. Not just anyone, anywhere, mind you. She saw her Jake with Becca Freestein in his room, both of them wearing nothing in a very compromising position. Yep, you heard right, the boy she loved had cheated on her even after he told her he loved her. She knew he told her that so she would sleep with him. He had probably told Becca he loved her too, but she wasn't going to think about that. After all the crap, she played music because it was the only thing that took away the sting that Jake had left. Now she was back at school and she still hated everything about the music world. She needed her books. She was going back.
Hermione jumped out of bed and turned on the lights. She glanced around, looking for her wand. Finding it, she erased all of the scars and looked in the mirror. She frowned at the haughty black-haired girl looking at her. She muttered under her breath and soon she saw her hair fade to her natural brown. As soon as it started to curl, she stopped the spell. She wanted her hair to look like it used to, but she hated the frizz that her hair once was. She didn't want that back, so she stopped the spell when her hair was only slightly curly.
Why did she have that damn hairstyle anyways? She never liked it. Someone had convinced her... it was Beth! Beth told her that she would look great if she dyed her hair and had it straightened. Well, it did look better straightened, but the black made her look even more like a ghost. Damn Jake. He made her stay in the house all summer, which meant no sun and no tan. Her pretty tan skin- it was only tan if she tanned it in the summer or else it would be pale all year round. Her skin was so weird. It decided its tone depending on what tone it was when she wasn't at school. Why black hair? It looked atrocious against her skin. And the tattoo? And piercing? Beth was crazy. Topher and Gory actually let her convince them to get the damn matching tattoos. Those two just egged her on. Why did she call them Gory and Topher but she called Beth Beth? Really, Chris and Greg were more common nicknames like Beth. But they were Topher and Gory. What strange muggles. Gregory Mendel and Christopher Blackmann were such opposites and best friends. Alysabeth Hopsen was hyper. And when she wasn't hyper, she was stoned. Or having sex. Or was at an orgy... wait, that was sex. Why were they friends again? Oh yea, Mendel and Blackmann. Gory was the sweetest, nicest, amazing muggle she ever met. He reminded her of Harry. He was quiet and safe and calm and... well you get the point. Topher was none of that. He was conniving, he smoked anything he could get his hands on, and he was a womanizer. He liked girls. A lot. He liked them enough to sleep with Beth often and she was... well... Beth wasn't exactly someone a normal person would sleep with. She had also slept with Topher a few times. Never when she was at a normal mental capacity or while she was with Jake. Seriously, she wouldn't sleep with that man-whore unless she was in the mental states she was in: drunk and/or stoned. Topher and Beth were a bad influence on her. Gory was good, Gory was nice, but Beth and Topher were anything but. She couldn't stay with them. She could keep Gory but not C. B. or A. H. They were no good. Why would she want friends who made fun of the fact that she was in boarding school, anyways? Gory never said anything about Hogwarts but Tofe and Beth constantly insulted it. She hated them. She really did. She needed an out. She was quitting the band. She really needed to.
Chris and Beth,
I can't take it anymore. I can't take you. You are the epitome of evil. My dearest Voldy will kill you, torture you, or set you go because you are muggles, but you are evil. I truly despise the two of you. I cannot even stand to think of you anymore. After you read this, I have the strangest feeling that you are going to go fuck each other. So please do. I'm quitting the band. Find some other poor soul you can pry on. You disgust me. DON'T try to answer this letter.
I really do hate you,
Maya Granger
P.S. Bethy, you are not and never have been my best friend. You can never compete with Harry or Ron. Or Ginny. Hell, you don't even measure up to Malfoy. Just forget I ever existed.
She added another small note on a different piece of parchment:
Gory~
You are amazing. Between all of my band mates, I loved you most. Please stay exactly as you are. Remember me the way I know you see me, innocent and slightly less pure than I used to be. You are a good lad and will grow to be an amazing man. Promise to me in your heart that no matter what Topher and Beth say about me, you won't forget the real me... I love you, Gory.
~Maya @}'-
She missed him already.
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This was written last Wednesday night so yes the paper is turned in.
Ok I'm cutting you off right here. I have nothing else to write. I just started chapter two of adkop so that is getting my attention now. There is nothing else for me to write for this one. I could extend it but I don't know to where. It would take forever. There is so much I want to write but I can get it all down fast enough. I just don't know what to write. That and this story has just secured its tush right in the middle of writer's block lane. I don't now for how long it's going to be staying there. I guess we'll figure it out when it gets a chapter 10. I have the strangest feeling that I have given up on the Latin titles. I'm not going to change the ones that are up there already because I think they are lovely. From now on, I'm pretty sure it's going to have English titles. I have spring holiday starting tomorrow afternoon until the 19th so I have a bit of time to work on my stuff, but again, secrets has planted its toucus right where it shouldn't be. I swear I am not abandoning it, it just won't write itself anymore. If it can't write itself, then I can't go anywhere with it. I'm so sorry this chapter sucked so much. I've had a bit on my mind lately. I won't be expanding on that thought, because I have to finish my research paper that was due yesterday. (By the time you read this, I'll have probably already turned it in.) I have to go, this story is so totally not over, and I'm still not accepting flame but constructive criticism is nice people! Just telling me I suck and yelling at me, it makes me feel bad. So don't. I'm off to write mindless drivel on my OCD.
Love y'all! ~Lily *