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Author Note: Heyyyy it is another chapter and I want to ask all of you a favor. Yes you all have the honor of doing something for me (just kidding). Anyways I was hoping that some of you nice people out there could tell me how I can improve my stories. Please?
Chapter 3
Hermione finally left the sanctuary of her room. It was the only place that she could be left alone. She felt like everyone was bugging her. Trying to get on her nerves. Well they weren't talking to her more than normal. It just seemed that way, as she just wanted to be alone. Then there was Malfoy. He would watch her during meals, classes, and any other time he got a chance.
No this wasn't the kind of stare that you do when you have a crush on someone. The look on his face wasn't dreamy. No this was very far from dreamy. He had looks of curiosity, sympathy, and possibly... could it be? Pain?
She walked out of the head dorms, and started to head for the great hall. She was so lost in thought that she bumped into Harry.
"Oh I am sorry Hermione; I was just coming to look for you to tell you that it was dinnertime. You must have been working on homework since lunch huh?", He stated.
"Yeah yeah", she spoke back distantly. She still wasn't focused and was in her own little world.
She followed Harry, as he talked non-stop. Yet again she wasn't focused on what he was saying. She was busy thinking about Malfoy.
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Draco was headed towards the great hall, when he heard two voices. Creeping silently he crept toward the noise. It was Granger and Pothead. He slowed his breathing down as he hid himself in the shadows and listened.
"Oh I am sorry Hermione; I was just coming to look for you to tell you that it was dinnertime. You must have been working on homework since lunch huh?", He stated.
Harry's voice seemed to have shaken Hermione out of some sort of daze.
"Yeah yeah", she said back to him with a distant voice.
Her face clearly saying that something was bothering her. How could that arrogant little prick not notice that something was clearly wrong? Sighing he turned around and headed back to the head dorms, he didn't feel like eating.
He jumped onto his bed and looked through a photo album. He watched the pictures move and wave to him. He saw pictures of him as a baby, some of his birthdays, and some of family members. He was enjoying himself thinking of the good times he had when he was young. That was until he turned to a picture of his mother, holding his hand. They were laughing, waving, and overall having a good time. Nothing unusual other than the fact that his mother's belly was swelled with pregnancy.
She was seven months pregnant, with a little girl. He had been so happy that he would get a little sister. That was before it happened.
His father had come home angry about some death eater deal. He put out his anger on his mother and pushed her. She tumbled down a flight of stairs. The sickening crack of bone was heard, as Draco watched in fear. His father just sneered and walked away. Leaving Draco and the house elves to floo his mother and the baby to get help.
Her arm had been broken and she had lost the baby. His father just shrugged it off when he heard the news. His mother though, well she was never the same again. Her eyes were filled with an open void. She never laughed or smiled. She never ate much and she didn't talk unless she had to. Her kisses goodnight were empty and unloving. She couldn't love him, because she hurt so much, Draco thought as tears rolled down his cheeks.
Sobs wracked his body. That night he lost his sister and mother. His mother was still living, but she was only a ghost of the lively person she had once been. That was why he never wanted to be like his father. That was why he hated death eaters.