Chapter 5 of Immortal Love:
Disclaimer: I do not own anything regarding Harry Potter.
Summary: I can't believe that idiot Krum cursed me! He was supposed to be my ex boyfriend. Now I can't regain my ability to perform magic until I find my true love. Oh great, I guess I'll find him after I date ever guy on Earth!
Recap from Chapter 4:
"Ugh! You're insufferable!"
"Don't I know it!" he said, grinning a bit cheekily.
"You ought to smile more often. It suits you," I said, before I could realize what I was saying.
He raised an eyebrow.
I clamped a hand over my mouth and I ran into my room.
"Forget what I said, and I still hate you!" I shouted, before I closed the door to my room.
Chapter 5 of Immortal Love:
I slammed the door closed, leaning against it, breathing heavily.
Malfoy could make me so mad at times. It seemed like he knew all the right buttons to push that would tick me off!
I closed my eyes, and counted to ten before calmly opening the door and walking back out into the Common Room.
Malfoy was sprawled out on the couch. He opened his eyes and eyed me coolly.
"Miss me Granger?" he drawled.
"You wish," I replied, glaring at him before turning towards the shelves of books that were next to me.
I couldn't help but smile at the sight of books.
"Aw, look here! I wonder what Potter and Weasley would say when they find out that the Mudblood here is in love with books," crooned Malfoy.
I flinched when he said that word, but I pretended to not hear it.
He went on, "But then again, they probably will dump you because you can't do magic anymore. It's a known fact to everybody that they only hang out with you because you help them with their homework. I can't even imagine why they pretend to be friends with you!"
I took a book out of the bookshelf and quickly walked into my room.
"Don't you want to say good night to me?" he asked, walking behind me.
I turned around and snorted at him, "I wonder why anybody would ever love the little Death Eater," and I shut the door, hard, in his face.
I planted myself onto my big, and comfy bed and opened the book that was next to me.
The book, About the Nullus Veneficus Curse and other Curses, sounded very interesting to read, but I couldn't focus on it.
I hated that Draco Malfoy knew my secret and knew why I was here in this Tower. Stuck. Living with him, and his big ego.
I know that Dumbledore wanted me here, so no Slytherin would find out I did not have magical abilities. If they found out, the information could get to Voldemort and he might kidnap me and use me against Harry. But why did Dumbledore make me live here with a pureblood jerk!
It wasn't fair! Then again, life never was fair.
I flipped the book open to a random page and found an interesting paragraph.
The Nullus Veneficus Curse is a very advanced curse. The giver of the curse must be an advanced wizard or witch, or else the curse may be backfired and the giver would be infected with the curse instead. This curse has been used since the early 1600's, yet there has been no cure unless the person who is affected by the curse gets kissed by their one true love.
However, there is a potion that may be brewed to find out who inflicted the curse. All it takes is…
My eyes brightened. Of course! Snape had taught me that potion in my sixth year. Why in the world did I not remember it?
It was very simple to make, and all I would need were a few ingredients from Dumbledore. I'll ask him tomorrow.
Why would anybody want to curse me? I didn't do anything hurtful. I couldn't think of one person who hated me, besides the Slytherins. But I highly doubt that anyone of them would do this to me.
Though there are many people out in the world who may be your one true love, most likely the person is already in your life. You may not realize it, but they could be standing right in front of you! Many of the cursed have died without their magic because of their ignorance. This curse, though very hurtful, is also a good lesson to the cursed. They find their true love and learn a lesson on love.
I snorted, but I couldn't help smiling. Who was my true love? The book said that they could be right in front of me…
I walked to the door and yanked it open.
Whoa! There standing in front of me was Malfoy with his hand right in front of my face.
"What do you want?" I asked.
He sneered, "It's not like I want to see you. I just wanted to eat…"
I smirked, "Well, I'm not hungry, so I guess you'll have to wait."
He grabbed me by the shoulders and said, "I'm hungry Granger. I will eat when I want, so you better sit at the table now."
My eyes widened with fear. All of a sudden, it seemed as if Draco's figure turned into Lucius, his father.
I whimpered, not helping it, "Lu … Lucius?"
At the sound of his father's name, he snapped and he released my shoulders. He blinked and held his hand up to his face.
He seemed as if he were in a trance and I rolled my eyes, my fears forgotten.
"Malfoy?" I asked, snapping my fingers in front of his face.
He stared at me for a minute, and I started to feel self-conscious. I started to blush without knowing it.
"Draco, my name's Draco," he said.
"Uh, okay…"
I walked over to the library and put the book back into its rightful place, before sitting down at the kitchen table.
"Uh, Malf… I mean, Dra … Draco?" I asked. Saying his name would take some getting used to.
"What?" he asked. He put down his hands and stared at me.
"Dinner?" I asked, beckoning at his chair.
"Oh," he walked over to his chair and he sat down.
The food appeared right away, and I forgot about how Malf… I mean Draco annoyed me. I was hungry and so I started to eat.
"Hungry are you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"So?"
"Never seen a Mudblood so hungry…" he smirked.
This time, I couldn't help it.
"What the freak is your problem? You tell me to call you Draco, but you can't seem to call me by my name! My name's Hermione! Not Mudblood, not Granger." By this time, I was crying, but I did not realize it.
Tears ran down my cheeks, and I grabbed the knife that was resting next to my spoon.
I walked over to him and cut myself.
"Look, does this look like mud to you? No! I'm as pureblood as you! But why can't you seem to get that into your thick head?"
My arm started to hurt, and I looked down, and gasped, seeing a load of blood come out of my cut.
Before I knew it, I fainted.
Draco stood there.
He couldn't believe that he had shook the Mudblood and now she had cut herself.
Right when Hermione fell, he reached down and caught her, by instinct.
He glanced at her wound and winced. It must've been deep because there was a lot of blood coming out and she fainted from the lack of blood.
What he couldn't believe was that her blood was red. It was as red as his and yet, his father had always told him that Mudbloods had mud as blood.
He carried her easily to her room and laid her gently on her bed.
He conjured up some towels, water, and bandages.
As he cleansed her wound, his eyes happened to glance at her face.
She looked … beautiful.
Draco could have slapped himself. A Mudblood? Beautiful? His father would have him kicked out of his family and beheaded!
Yet, looking at Granger left him a sense of peace and calamity. Her hair was tied with a rubber band and some wisps of brown frizzy hair lay in her face.
Draco's hand moved on its own as it gently swept the hair out of her eyes.
He applied the bandage to her arm and pulled the bedcovers over her.
As he walked out of her room, he gave into the urge to look at Granger, and he stared at her again.
"Good night, Hermione," he whispered, before disappearing back to his own room.
When I woke up, my arm felt sore. I was in my bed, I could tell, and I opened my eyes. My arm was wrapped up carefully and I knew that Draco must've done this.
I walked to his room, and knocked.
Thanking people was something my parents had taught me to do. I could never feel comfortable unless I thanked the person who was doing an act of kindness towards me.
"What?" asked an unkind voice.
"Can I come in?" I asked.
Draco sighed loudly, and he walked over to the door and pulled it open.
"What do you want Granger?" he asked.
I took in the sight of Malfoy dressed in boxers and a long white t-shirt. His hair was ruffled, and I had to fight the urge to smooth it down.
"Did you come to look at me?" he asked, amused.
I snapped out of my trance and scowled at him.
"No! I came to say thank you for helping me bandage up my arm even though it was your fault. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go change."
I walked away, but he caught me by my good arm.
"Wait, Granger."
"What?" I asked, in an exasperated sigh.
"Look, I'm sorry for calling you a Mudblood. I didn't mean it."
I rolled my eyes, "I'm sure you didn't. Did seeing my pain wake you up? I didn't cut myself for your benefit! I did it for mine. I hate feeling sorry for myself. I just hope one day you'll understand. My life isn't as perfect as yours. I may not be rich, not as pretty, but I cherish what I have and I'm proud to be a Muggle born," I said, my eyes flashing.
I turned away and the next words he said were so soft, I could barely hear it.
"I'm not perfect, Granger."
"What?" I asked, again.
"I said, I'm not perfect. You think you know everything don't you? I see you walking around with your crappy friends. You three think you have everything in life. You're all oblivious to the real world. You think I have parents who love me? No, I don't. My life isn't as easy as it seems. I get beat by my father if I get insufficient grades! He hits me every time I do something that doesn't please him. Do you think I want to be a Death Eater! I don't even want to follow somebody's orders! I want to live my life as my own but my idiot father doesn't want that! He used to love my mother and me, but now it seems as if he only loves Voldemort. You don't know how many nights I couldn't sleep because I was under the Cruciatus Curse! I get beat when I don't beat your grades. You may think my life is perfect but it isn't!" he shouted.
I couldn't believe it! All this time…
"Draco?" I asked.
"I never knew. Is that why you're here?" I continued.
"Yes, I told Dumbledore and he put me here so I don't have to join Voldemort. My father has no idea where I am."
"I'm sorry. I really am!" I started to cry again. I could get so emotional sometimes!
"But how about your mother?" I asked.
"What about her? She's a freakin' coward! She's scared to disobey Lucius so now she's at his beck and call. No matter how much she hates it. Lucius is proud that Narcissa is scared of him. He uses that to his advantage and makes her sit in while he hurts me. If Lucius hits me, she can't stop him because he'll hit her. I don't have a mother. A mother is somebody who protects her children, but my mom can't even stand up to her husband. She doesn't defend me. Sometimes I want to just kill myself."
"But she seems so calm and collected! Like at the Quidditch World Cup, the summer before fourth year!" I said, not wanting to believe him.
"You'd think that wouldn't you?" he asked, "She was under the Imperius Curse."
"Draco, I'm sorry. If you need somebody to talk to, I'm here for you…" I said.
Draco looked up and the frightened child look in his eye was gone. Instead, it was replaced with the old Draco Malfoy's expression: cold and a barrier was up letting no emotion get past.
"I don't need your pity, Granger," he said coldly, before shutting the door on me.
How dare he? He tells me his whole life story and then shuts me out of his life?
Well Draco Malfoy, this isn't over. Not at all.
You think I am some girl who will give up? No, I will help you until the very end…
Author's Note: Whew, that was tiring! I hope you liked it. I was getting into an angst-y mood and all this just poured out of my fingers without realizing it. I'm quite proud of this chapter and I hope you will all like it also.
I'm sorry for updating so late, but I had finals this week and I was really stressed out. I hope you all like it! Nine pages. Haha, and I was going to stop at page 6, but I figured that I ought to make it up to you all.
If you're wondering why Draco's there it's because he doesn't want to be a Death Eater. He's warming up to Hermione and hopefully they'll become better friends.
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