Err... yes... this is... soon.... Heh, please don't hate me! I am a rather busy person, or else I would have written more, I swear! ANywho, her it is, at loing last. The next chapter!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own HP or the character os blah blah blah Draco's an idiot blah blah blah.
Prof. Komadori nodded to Draco and left him to return to the front of the class. In a few moments, she clapped her hands to get the classes attention and they quited down respectivley. She had them line up down the centre of the class and then levitated all of the furniture to the sidses of the class with a swish of her wand. She was about to speak when the door burst open and the class turned to see who was there.
It was prof. Eros, looking a bit pale, with a slight blush from the obvious extersion of rushing to the classroom.
"Oh, Mrs. Eros, I see you are feeling better." Komadori said.
"Yes, I am. I am also quite capable of teaching my class." She replied.
"Ahh, then you found the correct potion?" Komadori asked. "
I went with the muggle pain killers, like usual." Eros replied.
"Ahh, they really are quite intelligent, eh? I mean, to think, they don't have magic, and yet they have found so many ways to get around it. What wizard thought of the information datasbase like the internet?" Komadori replied. "Remember that messageboard you had? Ah, I miss the good old days of roleplaying and sleepovers. You know what, I think that we should-"
Eros cleared her throat. "Steph, you're only sixteen. Some of these guys are older than you."
"True, but nevertheless. I shall leave you with your class then. Are we still on for quidditch at nine?"
"Certainly." Komadori left and Draco made a mental note to go watch them play. So the sub was only sixteen, and yet she was teaching. She was also quite attractive and Draco made a mental note that she would probably be good in bed.
"Very well. I assume that Miss Komadori told you that we were reveiwing boggarts and facing one today. You all know the spell, and so I would ask Miss Abbot to face the boggart first."
The young Hufflepuff was shaking as she approached the front of the class. The teacher opened a box and suddenly a shadowy figure appeared. It seemed to take the form of something evil, red eyes glittering and glaring from the black fog and a great sense of evil emenating. Hannah yelled out the incantation and the eyes turned into swirly cartoon eyes as the mist turned hot pink and took the shape of a cake.
"Mister Weasley." Eros called out and Ron stepped forwards. Draco was thinking, and so missed this oppourtunity to mock the red-head. What was his greatest fear? In their third year, his arm had been 'broken' when they had faced the threat and so he had never truely found out.
So immersed in his thoughts was he that he did not hear his name being called until the professor called his name again.
"Mister Malfoy! Please pay attention. I would like you to go next." Draco looked up and walked forwards. As he appraoched the the boggart, his stomach twisted. He knew what it was.
The boggart became a mist, changing into a separate form. Taking shape, students peered eagerly at it, wanting to see what the cold-blooded Malfoy was afraid of. When it was only half-formed, he muttered the incantation and it turned back into the mist, waiting for the next student, but not before Hermoine gasped. She had recognized the form, knew what it had been waiting to turn into.
"Miss Granger." The teacher called and Hermoine went to the front of the class. The mist took shape, and suddenly, there was nothing. She looked panicked, and suddnely opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. The class faded from her eyesight and she was in her nightmare, screaming for help with noone comming. Just as suddenly as it had began, it was over. She found herself on the floor, Profesor Eros looking over her with a worried expresison, the same expression of Ron and Harry. She propped herself up on her elbows and the teacher gave her some chocolate to regain her strength.
Sneaking a glance at Malfoy, she noticed that he was giving her that same odd look. Obviously, he had known that she was reliving her nightmare. He had known what she was thinking. That was not a comfortable thought. The bell rang just then and the students filed out. Hermoine reassured everyong that she was fine and made her way to her next class.
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The nightmare didn't return for five days. That night, though, it was the same thing.
The blackness.
The despair.
It wasn't her fault! She was screaming it again and again, but noone was there to listen. She opened her mouth to say something and water poured in. She couldn't breath, she was drowning. Suddenly, she heard footsteps. Someone was coming. None of it made sense. Where was she? Where was the water coming from? Her brain tried to organise thoughts and think things through, but it wasn't happening. The water was over her head and the footsteps stopped. Somebody spoke.
"Good riddance."
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She bolted out of bed and made it to the bathroom just before she threw up. What was going on?
She got up and rinsed out her mouth, deciding to take a book up to the astronomy tower. It was a beautiful autumn and she knew that there would be many stars. The book that she took was a muggle favourite of many, one called 'Gone With the Wind.' She had read it before, and started re-reading it during the summer, so now she was close to the end of it.
Padding barefoot, she made her way to the astronomy tower.---
Malfoy found her sitting on the wall, her legs dangling down towards the ground, so far away.
Wind was caressing her, weaving gently through her curly hair, tugging softly at her clothing. Tears traced a salty path down her face, gathering at her chin before falling, one by one, onto the open book she held in her hands. She closed the book with a contented sigh and raised her face to the wind, taking a deep breath as more tears fell. The pale moonlight masked any inperfections her skin might have held, a shinning wet path down her cheeks looking like two brushstrokes on a blank canvas.
But her eyes.
Her eyes were raw and peircing, though far-way. Emotions on the surface, Draco could read despair, destraught, but also some form of content and wonder. There was a hint of pity, but with another sigh, her eyes looked even farther away and no emotions could be read. She was off into the world of the book she just read, imagining the characters, what happened afterwards, what could have happened, if...
Draco Malfoy stood and watched her as the wind held her in its embrace, drying her tears and hugging her body. The book was placed beside her, and the wind rustled the pages, almost bekoning her to read it again. A strong gust of wind lifted her hair right off of her neck and she leaned into it, almsot as if she would like to lean off of the wall and join with it, fly in the air. She closed her eyes and settled back, taking another deep breath and simply thinking.
It took Draco a while to realise that she had fallen asleep.
When he did realise, it was when she was leaning dangerously close to the edge. He quickly walked over and took her into his arms, telling himself that Dumbledor would kill him if Granger fell off and broke her neck. Once he had her in his arms, she began to struggle.
"Help me..." She muttered, and her brows furrowed. She began breathing heavily, as if she couldn't breath at all, and started to struggle even more. He put her feet on the ground, but held onto her shoulders to keep her upright, just about to shake her to wake her up. She screamed and opened her eyes, looking at Draco. The sound died in her throat, but her eyes were wild and she did not recognise him.
"Hermoine...?" Draco said tentatively. A light came on somewhere in the back of her mind and recognition of a sort came into her eyes. She opened her mouth and half of a sob boke loose before she latched onto Draco and started sobbing into his shoulder. She had a fistful of his robe in each of her hands and she was shaking tremendously with horror turned to tears. Draco's instinct took over and her hugged her, speaking not, for her did not know any words that would confort her.
And so they stood in the moonlight, a live sculpture of the folorn maiden and her savoir, the dark angel.
A/N: Well, what do you think? Please read and review! If there's a lot of spelling and grammer mistakes, let me know and I'll see what I can do. I need a beta tester, lol.