A/N: Bold is Draco's flashbacks and italic is Hermione's dreams.
Two Tears 'til Insanity
By True Distortion
Chapter Two: Inter-House Unity
"Today, before my speech," Dumbledore's voice echoed throughout the hall, "to encourage Inter-House Unity, our Head Boy and Head Girl will be resorted."
Murmurs ran throughout the crowd and a few people made bets on what house they would be sorted into.
"Mr. Malfoy, if you please."
Draco sat on the chair and once again before the hat could lie on his head, it yelled, "SLYTHERIN!"
Hermione, with her eyes wide, slowly stepped toward the hat. She took another step and slowly placed herself on the chair.
"What changes you have been through, my dear," it murmured to her. "Let us take a look inside your memories."
Large tears slowly began to roll down her face as the hat brought back her memories… of her killing her parents, setting the house on fire, destroying the neighborhood. And her memories of what caused her to do it.
A loud sob escaped her throat as the hat stopped picking at her brain.
The hat showed a cruel, menacing smile before screaming out, "THORNPETAL!"
A murmur rang throughout the crowd. The few kids, whose parents had told them exactly who and what happened to Theresa Thornpetal, gasped.
Hermione had snuck into the forbidden section of the library to do a report on her. For pure fun, and what she now considered, pure lunacy.
She ripped the hat off of her head and let her legs carry her out of the Great Hall and into the dark night.
Draco looked over to McGonagall who furiously beckoned at him to follow her. He got up from his place at the Slytherin table and ran after her.
Draco finally found Hermione kneeling in front of the Black Lake, furiously rubbing her hands together with the water.
"Hermione," he asked softly, "what are you doing?"
"I need," she answered, not stopping, "to get their blood off my hands."
"Hermione, there's nothing there."
She kept scrubbing.
"Hermione," he grabbed her and wrapped her into an enormous hug, stopping her from scrubbing.
Her eyes widened but then she buried her face into his shoulder and kept crying.
After a while, she laughed and pulled away.
"We're supposed to be enemies."
"Who's here to judge that?" he whispered.
"Everyone."
Nodding, he helped her up. She kept her head bowed before he slowly placed his finger under her chin and lifted it up. He stared into her eyes, which used to be so full of life, now a dull brown.
"Did I make him do this?"
Her hands traveled around feeling the bumps and bruises that covered his head.
"It's alright," he hid his sadness with a chuckle. "I never liked him anyways."
Her hands now seemed to be exploring his face. She reached a liquid that was running down his face and wondered if it was blood or tears. Her hands reached up to his eyes and covered them before gently kissing him.
And he kissed back.
"We will make the final transfusion now," a voice came from the hall. "In two hours she will be ready."
"Good," a voice hissed.
The door swung open and Lucius Malfoy and Voldemort stood in the doorway.
"No!" he cried.
"I love you!" she cried as they pulled her away from him.
The last thing he saw was her eyes, both a dull brown, oddly reminding him of someone.
"Bloody hell," Draco whispered. "Your eyes are beautiful."
Before either of them knew what was happening, they shared another kiss.
"We should go back inside," she said pulling away.
"I'm not that hungry," he muttered pulling her back.
She placed her hand in front of both of their lips. He looked up at her with a little pout.
Hermione gave a slight smile before saying, "I think I'm going to be hungry for the rest of my life."
Draco nodded and offered his arm. She laced her arm through his and leaned against him as they climbed up the steps to the castle.
"So, tell me about this Thornpetal woman, eh?"
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Do I make short chapters? I think I do. Sorry, sorry everyone. I'll explain the Thornpetal thing later. Or you could read my other story titled: From A to Z, From Z to A. That has the information about Theresa Thornpetal.
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