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A/N: It is a little short and I wanted you guys to vote on something. I am trying to figure out how I want the plot to go so here are the options.
A)Hermione and Draco get closer, but not too close
B)They get close
C)They get closer through a kiss or a bad event
Okay so send in your votes please and enjoy the chapter. It is a little short so sorry!
Without a Home: Chapter 10
Hermione stiffened and panic spread across her face as she felt the cold hand over hers. She felt shivers run down her spine at the feeling of the cold flesh on top of hers. Was it an undead Malfoy? She made a fist prepared to punch whoever or whatever was behind her.
Fear in her eyes and a fist raised she swiftly turned around. She was about to punch the person, but stopped herself when she realized who it was. She was rather happy to see that it was just Draco Malfoy instead of an undead Malfoy. No ghosts or people ready to kill her just a living boy with platinum blonde hair.
"Draco…" She gasped clutching her heart in fright, "…it's only you."
"Disappointed?" He asked flashing her a famous Malfoy smirk.
She watched the smirk fade from his face and anger replaced any traces of the smirk on his face.
"What were you doing in here?" He asked.
Hermione could see a storm of anger in his gray eyes. There was lighting in his gaze and icy cold rain in his voice. Hermione did not like this storm she didn't want to be caught in it. It was risky and it could end up in her getting kicked out. Yet she knew if she got angry enough there would be no controlling her temper.
"Well I was just exploring the grounds and you see I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going and I ended up here," Hermione explained.
"You wandered here? How do you wander into a graveyard without realizing that you are going into a graveyard? Did you just wander in and hit your head on one of the gravestones too?"
"Well you got a problem with me hitting my head on one of those gravestones?"
"No not really maybe it will knock some sense into your head so that you don't wander around and start paying attention"
Hermione could feel blood rushing up to her face. Anger boiling like a volcano inside of her. Hermione was forgetting that she was arguing with Draco a guy who had brought her in from the streets. She was beginning to think that she was arguing with Malfoy her enemy since first year.
"Well nothing could put sense into your thick head"
Draco Malfoy could feel anger pounding inside his head. Like an annoying song that you have heard a million times and every time you hear it you hate it even more. How dare she be so rude to him; without any respect to her obvious superior. She was going to pay for that.
"You are just a stupid squib you will never know anything. Nothing about magic. You will never know what it feels like to accomplish that difficult transfiguration spell. Or be the first to successfully cast a charm correctly. You will never feel the magic rushing through your veins. You are just a misfit and you will always be one"
Hermione suddenly felt very sorry for squibs. She had never really considered what pains they had to go through. Muggles didn't know about magic, but squibs did. They saw it done and they were left out. It was as though everyone else got a piece of candy, but then they didn't get a piece. It was a life of watching others eats a sugary delight and never being able to have a little taste. Even a little taste of that candy was not permitted.
Hermione had always felt lucky to even know about the magic world, but now she could see knowing wasn't enough. Just knowing without experiencing was like Thanksgiving without pumpkin pie. The turkey and everything was there, but not the one thing she looked forward to.
Hermione opened her mouth to reply, but closed it unable to think of a comeback. She wasn't really a squib. She didn't know what it felt like, but she had an idea. Being away from the magic world for so long she had missed it. Yet she had been unable to come back even if she had wanted to.
"What cat got your tongue? Finally discovered that I am right?"
Hermione felt a powerful surge of anger which was followed by a familiar dizziness.
"Malfoy you…" Hermione began before falling to the ground unconscious.
Anger was replaced with concern inside of Malfoy as he watched the girl fall to the ground. It was déjà vu. Except for there were no killing curses and she didn't look as pathetic. Well still very pathetic and such a sad sight to see. She was so thin her ribs jutting out of her body. Even her face was unnaturally thin with her cheek bones sticking out.
He reached down and scooped her up into his arms. He should have never gotten angry at her. Strong emotions of anger or sadness often drained a person of energy and energy was not something she had.
"I'm so sorry Mia," He whispered knowing that she couldn't hear him.
He just wished that she could be better. She was like a bird with a broken wing. He wanted to see her fly again and he would have to wait. Wait for her to heal. Yet she probably was more emotionally damaged than physically damaged. He could see it in her eyes. Pain.
He took her inside the house. Yet he did not stop when he reached her room he kept on walking. Unaware of the eyes that watched in amusement. Unaware that someone knew there would be feelings between them. That they would one day begin to like each other a lot more than they had in the past. The pair of eyes did not know how far the feelings would take them, but these eyes had a feeling that it would go far.
Yes there was much that they would have to learn about each other. Many fights that they would have to overcome and differences they would have to accept. Many secrets they would have to learn about each other. There would be days filled with emotions. Those emotions might be hate, anger, sadness, happiness, joy, concern, and yes even love. Time could only tell would happen between the rich pureblooded boy and the supposed homeless squib girl. Yes time could only tell.
These eyes would watch everything that would happen. These eyes belonged to someone that was a part of the house. These eyes belonged to someone who might help them become closer in the future. These eyes belonged to Dinky the house elf.