Disclaimer: - I know I should have done this in the other two chapters, I
own nothing other then the plot.
A/N: - thanks for the reviews all of you. I'm sorry but this chapter is rather short. I had the first four chapters already wrote and betaed and so I didn't want to change or add anything incase it messed up anything.
I'd been watching her for a while - I know how she hides what he does to her and I know how much it has to hurt her. By the way, I'm the Slytherin dark prince, Draco Malfoy. I know this may sound strange but I need to point out that the same thing has happened to my mother, caused by my father for too long for me not to do something about the same thing happening to someone else. Do you know what its like to have to listen to your parents screeching at each other, to hear your own mother shut out in pain at each blow your father gave her, to have to be there to look after her? I come to school, act all bad, all tough, all evil git when all I wanna do is go home and make sure my moms still alive. I see her get up and felt I needed to go watch out for her- if I get caught all I need to do is say I'm after Pansy. I follow them into a deserted corridor off the right hand side of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, which seems to be taking us down into the piping, and it's then that I realize we're going back into the chamber. It seemed bright, the coloring a rather shocking shade of purple, with a table, bed, sofa, lots of chairs and a TV video DVD combie and as a finishing touch there was a rather unique looking surround sound stereo. They started singing and I was shocked at how much this song reminded me of my mother, it was then that I knew I had to help her, no matter what it meant. If not for me, then for my mom-I've let my father get away with it for years - I'm not about to let Pothead **************************************************************************** ***************************** Pansy and Ginny turned when they heard a noise, and were shocked at who they saw. "Look Malfoy, I swear to god if you say a single sarcastic comment about this I will kick your ass all the way to New York, okay?" snarled Ginny, who was not in the mood for him and his evil ways. Pansy, however, seemed more intent on questioning the second person in the room, the one who the other two weren't interested in. "What the hell are you doing here, Granger??" shouted Pansy. "Shouldn't you be in the Great Hall holding onto every word uttered by Potterass and Ron- up-the-ass- Weasel?" "Hey, that is my brother, even if I'm fairly sure he does in fact deserve it!" joked Ginny, trying to lighten the mood, which had gone down a few notches. *********************************************************** ************************************************* 'Crap, I can't believe I let them catch me here!' Thought Hermione, after Pansy had felt the need to show I was here. I'm meant to be invisible around this slut, not the one in limelight. Damn it, I hate her! The stupid two-dollar-trash bag-hoe who had stolen the boy I had been in love with for years. I know you all probably hate me now, but you have to understand that I've been hurt too many times for this NOT to have happened. I've loved my best friend for years dammit, and he's NEVER noticed! But now he goes running to that slut at her damn beck and call. It really is her fault rather than mine. AN: - I thought I'd be fair and tell you who 'I' am before I forgot who I wanted her to be.
A/N: - thanks for the reviews all of you. I'm sorry but this chapter is rather short. I had the first four chapters already wrote and betaed and so I didn't want to change or add anything incase it messed up anything.
I'd been watching her for a while - I know how she hides what he does to her and I know how much it has to hurt her. By the way, I'm the Slytherin dark prince, Draco Malfoy. I know this may sound strange but I need to point out that the same thing has happened to my mother, caused by my father for too long for me not to do something about the same thing happening to someone else. Do you know what its like to have to listen to your parents screeching at each other, to hear your own mother shut out in pain at each blow your father gave her, to have to be there to look after her? I come to school, act all bad, all tough, all evil git when all I wanna do is go home and make sure my moms still alive. I see her get up and felt I needed to go watch out for her- if I get caught all I need to do is say I'm after Pansy. I follow them into a deserted corridor off the right hand side of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, which seems to be taking us down into the piping, and it's then that I realize we're going back into the chamber. It seemed bright, the coloring a rather shocking shade of purple, with a table, bed, sofa, lots of chairs and a TV video DVD combie and as a finishing touch there was a rather unique looking surround sound stereo. They started singing and I was shocked at how much this song reminded me of my mother, it was then that I knew I had to help her, no matter what it meant. If not for me, then for my mom-I've let my father get away with it for years - I'm not about to let Pothead **************************************************************************** ***************************** Pansy and Ginny turned when they heard a noise, and were shocked at who they saw. "Look Malfoy, I swear to god if you say a single sarcastic comment about this I will kick your ass all the way to New York, okay?" snarled Ginny, who was not in the mood for him and his evil ways. Pansy, however, seemed more intent on questioning the second person in the room, the one who the other two weren't interested in. "What the hell are you doing here, Granger??" shouted Pansy. "Shouldn't you be in the Great Hall holding onto every word uttered by Potterass and Ron- up-the-ass- Weasel?" "Hey, that is my brother, even if I'm fairly sure he does in fact deserve it!" joked Ginny, trying to lighten the mood, which had gone down a few notches. *********************************************************** ************************************************* 'Crap, I can't believe I let them catch me here!' Thought Hermione, after Pansy had felt the need to show I was here. I'm meant to be invisible around this slut, not the one in limelight. Damn it, I hate her! The stupid two-dollar-trash bag-hoe who had stolen the boy I had been in love with for years. I know you all probably hate me now, but you have to understand that I've been hurt too many times for this NOT to have happened. I've loved my best friend for years dammit, and he's NEVER noticed! But now he goes running to that slut at her damn beck and call. It really is her fault rather than mine. AN: - I thought I'd be fair and tell you who 'I' am before I forgot who I wanted her to be.