Chapter 8
Draco sat shivering in the corner of the room. No one would find him here, not where he was. He had run away because he had realised the terror he had put himself into. Draco was a "pure blood" and so was his father and his father, it went on for centuries. If his father found out that he had a fancy for Hermione Granger, a muggle born then he would be in so much trouble. Draco was scared, very scared he couldn't even bare the thought of his father's punishment. He had deep feelings for Hermione and he knew it. However what if someone else found out? What if his father was the one who found him crying? These were the questions Draco kept asking himself. Everything just seemed to be going wrong and he just couldn't let it leave his mind. He thought that he was falling into one of his dreams, one of his nightmares and indeed he was for what he didn't know was that at that very moment someone was creeping up the stairs to see him.
Hermione sat in the Great hall through the whole of her Lunchtime thinking whom she should ask next to see if they knew anything. She couldn't ask certain people because it would look suspicious. It suddenly clicked she knew exactly who she could ask, her last lesson of the day was Potion's, she could stay behind and then talk to Snape it was her only hope after all him and Draco had always been very close. She had seen that within her lessons.
Draco sat very still sucking his thumb knowing that he would have to go back soon.
There was a sound right outside the room…
"He..ll.o? "said Draco and then waited for a response, but there was nothing. "What could possibly make things any worse?" He said to himself.
Another creak…Draco was on his feet… Another creak…Draco was close against the wall… Another sequence of creaks…Draco was shivering…Creaks were getting faster and louder…Draco had closed his eyes…Door of the room swang open…
"Hello Draco… I knew I would find you here"
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