Hermione's Personalities
By Pottersgurl07
AN: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! Sorry, its been a little while, but I'm back! I've had some major writers block and thats why I've been gone for a little while! I need some ideas, so if you have ideas of your own feel free to express them...
Chapter Twelve: Running Away
Hermione was pulled against a broad chest, she felt him close the door behind her, and he backed her up into the door.
"Let go of me, Malfoy." Hermione said through clenched teeth.
"Why?" He asked. "You seemed to like being pinned against the wall in the library." He said, licking her cheek.
This action brought her back somewhere, a memory.
Hermione stood still, her eyes wide and wondering. She could remember someone asking her name.
As the memory progressed it seemed like a blank had popped into her head. Hermione couldn't see the memory because she didn't want to. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't remember it.
While Hermione had been down memory lane, Malfoy's hands had moved into places that they shouldn't.
As soon as she came back to herself and realized this, Hermione put her hands on Malfoy's chest and pushed him as hard as she could. Draco, not expecting this stumbled back just enough for Hermione to turn around, unlock the door and run out.
Draco was furious, as soon as he could catch his balance, he went tearing off, down the hall after her.
He followed the sound of her frantic footsteps, and picked up the pace. When he rounded a corner, he saw her running with everything she had from him.
Draco wasn't going to let her get away from him this time, she always ran away, and he was going to make sure she never did it again.
Hermione ran with everything she had, tears streaming down her face.
The memory, of being asked her name by an unknown voice she didn't know, stirred things in her. She knew it sounded weird, and licking her cheek wasn't asking her name, but being that close to Malfoy made her feel things she didn't want to feel. Bad memories came with this new feeling.
She couldn't find someone else to love, she would lose them. Her parents were already gone and she loved them more than anything else in the entire world.
Hermione didn't know where she was going, she just ran and didn't stop. She noticed, however, that the footsteps behind her had not gone away yet, either.
Hermione was about to turn a corner, when the person behind her grabbed her and halted her in her tracks. Hermione looked up into the face of a very furious, very tired looking, Draco Malfoy.
She was only frozen for an instant, before she started struggling to get away.
Draco wasn't about to let her get away again, so he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She kicked and screamed for him to put her down.
He found an empty classroom and went in, locking the door, and setting her back on her feet.
Hermione, red faced and furious, started yelling.
"MALFOY! YOU LET ME OUT OF HERE THIS INSTANT!" She screamed angrily.
"Not until you tell me why you are running from me, Granger." His words calm and collected.
Inside, he was furious as hell, but he was going to hear her out. He was a Malfoy and Malfoy's never lost their tempers, outside of the family, but he was willing to make an exception.
Draco started walking towards her slowly and she moved back, until she bumped the side of a desk.
Hermione froze, she didn't know what to do. A large part of her, kept wanting to run, but another part of her, Krista perhaps, didn't want to run. She wanted to stay and see what Malfoy wanted from her, yet the other part told her to run and never look back.
"Malfoy, let me out of here or, I swear, I will curse you into oblivion." She said taking out her wand and pointing it at him.
Malfoy smirked and put his finger out, to move the wand down to the side.
Hermione didn't know why she let him do this to her, she seemed to have no control over her actions and let the wand go limp in her hand.
'Well, he's not going to go away if you stand there and stare, you idiot!' The, all too familiar, voice said to her.
Draco saw the battle raging in Hermione. He saw the way her eyes turned to fire, then back, to calm, again, in an instant. He knew he had some kind of an effect on her and he wanted to know what kind of effect it was. Even if her emotions weren't always quite clear to him, he could pick up things about her.
She was different, somehow, he knew it from that first day on the platform. She had changed, and the change was from before her parents were murdered.
He wanted to know these things about her; he wanted to know her and, deep down, he really cared about her, in his own little way.
For some reason, he didn't want her to be in pain.
He didn't want to see the tears that were rapidly cascading down her flushed cheeks. He never wanted to see her cry; it made his heart clench.
"Hermione stop crying," he demanded a little too harshly.
Hermione shook her head and covered her face in her hands as she lowered herself onto the floor. She wrapped her arms around her knees and cried.
She was literally sobbing now, all these emotions were starting to make her heart ache. She didn't want to feel them, she wanted to be numb.
Draco lowered himself to the ground, beside her, a little awkwardly. He had no experience in comforting anyone and he had no clue what to do to comfort the distraught brunette.
Hermione was shaking with her sobs and it didn't seem like she was going to stop any time soon.
Draco put his hand on her shoulder. She looked up into his worried grey eyes, before throwing her arms around him and crying into his shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around her securely and rubbed her back with one hand.
"Shh, its gonna be alright." He whispered to her.
Hermione let it all go, all the pain she felt with her parents leaving her here, all alone. For the, somewhat, bad memory she experienced when Draco licked her cheek. For having another personality, that she knew nothing about, until recently.
No one could help her, no one understood her, or knew what she was going through.
'I know what you're going through, Hermione, no one else does, but I do. I was there, I helped you, I made you forget. You can't remember it, because its my memory, its something I'm stuck remembering and you can't. You're being a baby, crying and such.'
"Leave me alone," she sobbed into Draco's shoulder.
Draco thought Hermione was talking to him and held onto her tighter, he wasn't about to leave her alone.
His anger seeped away every second that went by, how could he be mad at her? She was in serious pain and for some reason he wanted to be there for her.
'You dummy, you are crying into the shoulder of your enemy! He doesn't care about you at all!'
"Yes he does," Hermione said.
Draco, now, noticed that Hermione was beginning to talk to herself as she sobbed. He found it strange that she would talk to herself at a time like this.
Her hand was to her head like she was in serious pain, her face was contorted into a grimace.
"Hermione, whats wrong?" He asked softly.
She didn't answer and kept mumbling to herself, her crying had ceased altogether. He heard little words like "leave me alone" and "what do you want from me?" but, otherwise, he didn't know what was wrong.
Hermione fought back against the voice in her head.
She didn't want to be in the dark; she wanted the light, and Draco was the light at the moment.
'No one cares for you, Hermione, he's just doing this because he wants to get back at you for what you did to him in potions.
"Potions?" She said loud and clear. "What did I do to Draco in potions?"
By now, Draco was really confused, Hermione was really talking to herself, and it wasn't just mumblings anymore.
'Look at the way he is looking at you, he thinks your crazy.'
"I AM NOT CRAZY!" Hermione yelled, standing up, now. Draco stood up with her and just stared at her for a few moments.
"Don't look at me like that, Malfoy, I am perfectly sane!" She said begining to panic.
Draco continued to look at her without talking.
It was like he was frozen into place, unable to move an inch.
'Hermione are you going to let him look at you that way? Fight the bastard, take all your rage out on him, you know you want to.'
"NOOO!" She screamed and turned to run before he could do anything.
"HERMIONE, COME BACK!" She heard quite clearly, but Hermione refused to listen.
She threw open the door and ran away, once again. This time she didn't hear any footsteps following her, so she ran and ran.
She ran all the way to the Gryffindor common room, shouting the password and falling in through the portrait.
By then, Hermione was really tired, she remembered seeing a couple of faces, but couldn't quite make them out.
Her vision blurred and darkness took its place.
TBC...
