My goodness what does a 13 year old have to do to
get herself heard around here? I said everything would work out gosh
darn it. Ye hath little faith in the writer. My favorite comment
is
JaDeDXexYWuNEE's,
if this was already a terrible story, exactly why did you keep reading
it? This chapter came out really fast because I thought it was time to
put you all out of your misery, I actually have the next chapter
written.
Just be prepared for a twist!
The non existent walls were closing in around Hermione as her world came crashing down. She had spent so much time with Draco, he wasn't as bad as everyone saw him, sure he was a bit of a prick (who was she kidding, he was a big prick) but he was also funny, caring, very entertaining, and great to have around, she hated to admit it but she had grown very fond of him and had developed a slight crush. But now, now he was…she couldn't even bring herself to think it. "This isn't happening," she whispered over and over again as she tried to calm down but she was beyond that. It felt like her air was being cut off and she had to take shallow breaths to keep from fainting. Her heart felt like the rest of her body was collapsing onto it, but her heart couldn't take the pressure. She felt sick to her stomach and thought she just might throw up. Her sobs got caught in her throat causing her to choke. She knew her hysterics would sooner or later be heard by a Death Eater which could possibly lead to her death but she couldn't stop her grieving.
"Hermione." She felt a gentle tug on her arm and whipped around to see Ginny.
"Ginny, h-he's d-de-dead." Saying it aloud made it more real than it had seemed.
"Hermione we have to go. I'll explain later but right now I need you to sober up. I can't go by myself I haven't got my license I need you to take me with you." Ginny was gentle but firm the urgency clear in her voice. Hermione looked back in the room at Draco and Heather. She noticed the Death Eaters were all gone just leaving the two bodies there. No doubt they'd gone off to catch Harry and Ron.
"We can't leave the bodies." Hermione started toward them but Ginny grabbed her arm.
"Don't worry about the bodies. Right now we need to go back to the Hogsmeade."
"But-"
"NO!" Ginny was now beginning to get worked up as well, "We have to get out of here before they come back, if we don't go NOW we'll end up like Draco." Hermione flinched as the usually mild girl yelled, coming close to tears herself. Hermione nodded and held out her arm which Ginny grabbed. Hermione went to take one last glance at the bodies and noticed they were gone. "Don't worry about Hermione everything's okay." Once again she nodded and within a minute they were standing next to the three broomsticks. Ginny pulled her inside the pub and from there they floo powdered to McGonagall's office. She was sitting at her desk the rest of the room empty.
"Take a seat, ladies." She indicated to the chairs before her desk. Hermione dropped lifelessly into the nearest one. It didn't matter know everything had gone wrong.
"Now Miss Granger-"
"It's entirely my fault. I should have listened to him when he told me they were Death Eaters. Then he wouldn't have had to come after me. He shouldn't have had to save me. All of this could have been avoided but I was too thick to listen to him," She choked as she tried to hold herself together, unwilling to break down in front of her Headmaster.
"Miss Granger, regain control of yourself this instant." McGonagall twirled her wand and on her desk a body appeared. Draco's body, the sight brought the familiar sting of hot tears to her eyes. "Before you break down just wait and watch." She didn't understand what the point of staring at a dead body was, it wasn't as if it could do a trick or anything, but she obeyed and watched it.
The skin started to boil, startling Hermione. In amazement she watched as Draco's light blonde, perfectly placed hair gave way to darker brown, slightly messy hair. His body thinned out and lost some of its muscle. And the face changed drastically, the nose widened and the eyes became closer together. For a moment she thought it was Harry but as she had just seen him alive and well she knew this was not so. "Chris." She whispered as many emotions ran through her. Grief, injustice, anger, as well as relief. "But wuh, um, how I-"
Ginny told the story, for McGonagall herself did not know half of it. "Malfoy wanted to make sure Chris was on our side so they came here, to Hogwarts, and got some of the Potion masters supply of polyjuice potion. I'm not entirely sure why he had some but I figure it's for DADA reasons. To prove his loyalty Chris took the potion and transformed into Malfoy." Hermione's grief suddenly turned to anger and confused; Draco hadn't wanted to put himself in danger so he put Chris in danger? How twisted can someone be? "Now I know what you're thinking," Ginny continued. "But Malfoy did care and he did come. Do you remember Harry saying that we had to get the 'other guy'?" Hermione nodded. "That was Malfoy. He was watching ready to warn us if more danger arrived or to help us if we got in major trouble."
"But then where is he?"
"Right here." Hermione turned around and saw Draco standing behind her beaming. Her heart was lightened at the sight of him. She ran to him in an old movie cliché way and he caught her in a hug. To many emotions had built up in her and there was only one way to express them. She captured his lips with hers, surprising him greatly. He quickly got over the surprise and kissed her back. They deepened the kiss making sure both knew exactly how the other felt. All Hermione wanted to do was hold Draco and never let him go, she had been so scared when she believed him dead and now, now he was here in her arms. She abruptly started crying whether it was from relief or happiness (or both) she did not know.
"You taste like vanilla and…toothpaste." He whispered as they pulled out of the kiss and wiped the tears of her face. "I like it." She giggled and pulled him into another kiss.
"Ugh! Get a room!" Ginny joked barely hiding her smile. The happy couple pulled apart and blushed; both having forgotten there was anyone else in the room.
"Well I say," Hermione started staring with fascination at Draco and pointing at his face, "Is that a blush? From the great and powerful Draco Malfoy?"
"No." He said shortly swatting away her hand, "It's a flush. I can't be the only one whose hot?" He fanned himself in an effort to convey his point.
Ginny, Hermione, and Draco were shortly joined by Ron and Harry in McGonagall's office. She soon left saying she thought the friends needed some time together. Harry told of how they had made it to Hogsmeade only to find that the Death Eater's had followed them. A fight ensued, they reported that no one else had been killed but they refrained from details upon the look of a disheveled Hermione rapped in Draco's arms staring slightly off into space. This whole ordeal had affected her greatly. She had liked Chris, a lot, and Heather had begun to grow on her. It was horrible, just thinking about it depressed her. One moment you're alive and well the next you're lying dead in the enemy's headquarters. Neither had reached their eighteenth birthday before their lives had been swept away. Neither ever had the chance to say goodbye to their friends and family, it had all happened so quickly. Hermione wondered what had happened to the bodies but Draco reassured her that they had been brought to Hogwarts and would soon be returned to their families. It was depressing to talk about Heather and Chris as if they were property being returned to their rightful owner.
That night after the others had left Hermione and Draco fell asleep in McGonagall's office, refusing to be separated for the night. McGonagall felt this was safe seeing as how there were so many portraits in the room, the teens would never think of attempting anything. McGonagall sighed and rested her head in her hands. She was sitting in her seat at the head table in the Great Hall. For some reason this spot had always given her a sense of pride and control. Now, in the dead of the night, it was just a reminder of how many students she had to look after. She'd never know exactly what had possessed her to send Draco and Hermione into the muggle world. All she knew was what the repercussions were: two dead teenagers and five very shaken students.
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