Make This Go On Forever Chapter 2: Help, a harry potter fanfic

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Chapter Two: Help

"Do we need counselling?" asked Ron as him and Hermione slowly walked to Charms after Potion's had finished, "We were pretty traumatized as well."

"I don't know," shrugged Hermione, "We didn't go through all that Harry did… and neither of us had someone we loved take the killing curse for us."

"But I saw Neville die and you saw Kingsley get tortured."

Hermione nodded knowing it was true, "We dealt with it though. We had our weak moments after the war. We mourned… Harry never did. He helped us mourn but he never did so himself and Ginny rushed back into her normal life."

"I guess that is true. Maybe counselling will make Harry talk again… and maybe Ginny will smile more."

Hermione smiled and patted Ron on the back before they walked into class.

And hour and a half later they headed too lunch where Ginny was with Harry. Both were sitting in a tense silence ignoring the person beside them. Hermione and Ron swapped looks on curiosity but said nothing to the pair about the tension.

"So Harry," said Hermione, "We have a 12 inch essay for Potions. Ron can give you the topic and in Charms you will need to read chapter one and answer the twenty provided questions."

"I really couldn't care less about homework, Hermione," snapped Harry in annoyance.

Hermione looked down at her plate feeling taken aback by his harsh tone. Ron gave Harry an annoyed look and shook his head.

"Do you have something to say Ron?" asked Harry coolly.

Ron was silent for a moment before he nodded. He was about to speak when Ginny cut in leaning around Ron to get a good view of her ex-boyfriend.

"Actually I am pretty certain we all do!" snapped Ginny loudly causing a view people to look, "You are rude, insulting and a horrible, depressing person to be around! You mope non-stop and treat us three like utter… shit! We try to talk to you and you bite our heads off! You stop us from asking you questions and didn't you see how hurt you made Hermione feel when she – out of her friendship to you and being such a kind person – gave you your homework details seeing as you weren't at class you were at counselling?"

Harry looked at Ginny coldly, "You wouldn't understand what is going on."

"No, we wouldn't because you won't let us, your friends help you! You went through something terrible Harry, we know that, and we understand! But that doesn't give you the right to hurt us the way you are! I saw… my brother… he… he," Ginny paused and took a deep breath to try and calm her self down but she couldn't continue as tears welled in her eyes and a sob escaped her.

"What Ginny is saying Harry," said Ron with one arm around his sister, "Is that she saw some horrible things too… like Percy taking the death curse to spare her life. We know you had it hard but you need to realise we all saw terrible things and the war changed us as well. Hermione saw Kingsley get tortured and I watched Neville die. Maybe you need to think how your actions affect those who care about you."

Draco watched in amusement as Harry was taken down from his high position and given a dressing down from his friends. Then again, at least Harry had friends to tell him wrong from right. Draco didn't. Unlike those four he had no one at all.

He looked at the pretty sixth year beside him and smirked, "Hey, Courtney, wanna shag?"

Courtney looked at him in disgust, "I'm not a easy lay, Draco. Ask Romilda why don't you? I'm sure she will part her legs again for you."

"I will take up the offer," said Courtney's friend, Melissa. Courtney looked at Melissa outraged, but Melissa shrugged, "What? He's hot."

"Argh, Mel, you are so pathetic."

"Oh it's not like I'm a virgin anyway. Come on Draco."

Draco winked at Courtney and left with Melissa for the Slytherin dungeons. They found a vacant classroom and Draco locked the door before turning to Melissa and pushing her against the wall with her legs wrapped around his waist.

As things steamed up with shirts being removed and hands roaming the body the sound of the lock clicking open alarmed the pair. They broke apart and dived for different hiding places leaving their shirts on the ground. Draco peered from his spot behind the bookcase as Hermione walked in with her homework scroll completed. He frowned as she stuck it in her bag and walked over to the desk and picked up a quill. Then Draco remembered that this was their classroom for potions. On her way out Hermione saw the shirts. She looked down at them seeing they had the small S on the collars symbolizing Slytherin. She frowned and walked out leaving the door open behind her.

Draco cursed silently and stepped out just as Hermione walked back in with a raised eyebrow. She looked at Draco and at a blushing Melissa.

"You know," said Hermione in amusement as Draco glared at her, "Most people use the broom closets. Oh and the bell goes in ten minutes, but have fun anyway and that is twenty points from Slytherin for inappropriate behaviour."

Hermione turned and left as Draco yanked on his shirt. He turned to Melissa and walked over to her kissing her on the lips.

"Meet me in the Entrance Hall tonight at ten," he whispered before leaving to catch up with the Gryffindor, "Damn, bushy haired – GRANGER!"

Hermione kept walking up the corridor nearing the staircase that led into the Entrance Hall. Draco ran up to her and dove in front of her blocking her exit.

"Malfoy," she sighed crossing her arms and tapping her right foot, "Well get your screaming over and done with then."

Draco looked at her in surprise, "You aren't going to up me for getting in your way?"

"And what would the point in that be?" she asked coolly, "It would drag this whole situation out. So just get on with it. Class starts in… eight minutes."

Draco felt rather lost without her ranting. It generally made the argument more fun. A one sided argument between the pair was boring.

Draco just turned and headed up the staircase earning a satisfied smile from Hermione. He glanced back at her and saw the smile. Stopping, he turned right around outraged.

"You knew I would give up if you said nothing!"

"No I didn't."

"Oh enough with the complete calm act. I know you are annoyed with me!"

"Malfoy, I am always annoyed with you. The feeling never changes," sighed Hermione walking past him leaving him standing on the stairs unsure as to what was going on.

Hermione entered the common room that night after her nightly rounds to find Draco on the lounge snogging his one night girlfriend. Hermione gave them a disgusted look and entered her bedroom shutting the door loudly behind her. She dumped her bag beside her desk and changed into her pyjama's before exiting to brush her teeth in the bathroom. Melissa was yanking her robe on as Draco stoked the fire.

"Headgirl," said Melissa as Hermione walked over to the bathroom door, "Lonely night?"

"No not really," replied Hermione smirking before glaring at her and entering the bathroom.

She shut the door listening to Melissa's question to Draco.

"What did she mean by that? You don't think that… thing is getting laid do you?"

"I don't keep up with a Gryffindor's going ons. Anyway, tonight was fun."

"Yeah… maybe we could do this another time?"

Hermione rolled her eyes having heard enough. She brushed her teeth properly, flossing afterwards as her parents had drilled into her to do morning and night. She exited as Draco came back up the staircase.

"Granger… what did you mean by the reply you gave to Melissa?"

"You know," said Hermione turning to face him ignoring the question, "I am surprised you even know her name."

"What's that supposed too mean?" he demanded angrily.

"Oh come on, Malfoy. It was Romilda yesterday and today it is Melissa. You do realise the whole school knows your sex life probably better then you do?"

"How does my sex life concern you?"

"It concerns me when I return to a common room - I also live in - and find you half naked on the lounge with some random bimbo!"

"A bimbo, huh?"

"Yes Malfoy, a bimbo, because only a stupid, bleach blonde bimbo would shag you."

Draco glared at Hermione before he shook his head laughing.

"If I didn't know you better I would say you are jealous."

"Well obviously you don't know me, because I honestly don't see what there is to be jealous about," snapped Hermione before she walked into her room slamming the door shut behind her.

Draco rolled onto his back and groaned. He had a mega hangover having drowned a bottle of alcohol the night before after the argument with Hermione. He glanced at his watch and saw it was time to get up. He could hear the shower running and cursed Hermione for beating him too it. He grabbed his uniform and stumbled out to the bright common room. Glaring at the curtains he pulled his wand out and waved it at them to shut out the light. He sat on the lounge glaring venomously at the bathroom door as it opened with Hermione walking out wrapped in her white towel that came too her knees. Her brown hair was wet with it rippled all over, resting on her shoulders.

He looked at her with a single raised eyebrow as she spotted him.

The two looked at each other silently before Hermione moved to the bedroom shutting and locking her door behind her.

Draco groaned as his hormones responded down below. Great, a hangover, and something else he needed to deal with.

He walked over to bathroom and shut the door almost gagging at the strong scent of wild berry body wash. He showered quickly and dressed before grabbing his bag and stuffing in that days needed books and heading to breakfast.

In the Great Hall he sat down beside a silent Pansy. She glanced at him and saw his frustrated look and for the first time she finally spoke to him.

"Something up?"

"Oh yeah," said Draco grabbing some toast.

Pansy rolled her eyes, "Other than that?"

Draco looked at Pansy and frowned, "So you still know how to talk?"

Pansy glared at him, "If you are going to be such a jerk-"

"Sorry," sighed Draco, "I mean it."

Pansy nodded, "Then what's the problem?"

"Did you know that Granger has a hot figure underneath those loose robes of her's?"

Pansy gave him a disgusted look, "Draco, I generally look at males bodies."

"Yeah well, you asked."

Pansy shrugged, "Then shag her. You've shagged just about every other female. You are running low and will soon be onto the guys."

Draco shot Pansy a disgusted look, "No… I'll just start the list again."

Pansy snorted and gave him a small smile, "Thanks for the laugh. I needed it."

"So he isn't talking to us still?" asked Hermione glancing down the table at Harry who had taken to complete silence since the discussion the day before.

"Not at all. In fact he won't speak to anyone but the teacher's," said Ron.

Hermione sighed and shook her head at her friend's behaviour. She stood and walked down to the spare seat beside Harry and looked directly at him not bothering to beat around the bush.

"Harry you are being ridiculous."

Harry said nothing but cut a bit of his kipper and ate it.

"You really think this is going to make us apologise for speaking the truth yesterday?"

Again Harry ate more of his kipper. Hermione shook her head.

"You know, you can't be silent forever. Ron and Ginny are on the Quidditch team with you and you are the Captain, so you have to speak at the tryouts and training."

Harry glanced at Hermione and looked away.

"Sometimes I wonder why I bother even trying to remain friends with you, but then I realise a true friend treats their friends with respect. They tell them how things are and what is going on. They don't ignore them rudely for no reason at all."

Hermione stood and grabbed her bag from beside Ron before heading for her DADA lesson. She knew she was a good forty-five minutes early but didn't care. She sat down outside the classroom and pulled out a book on famous historical romances. She wanted a memorable romance to strike her, even if it wasn't one that would last. She didn't care. A memorable one would do her fine.

"Hermione?"

Hermione looked up and saw Harry standing there looking guilty. Hermione said nothing and looked down at her book.

"Hermione, I'm sorry," he said sitting beside her on the ground fiddling with his book bag strap, "Every night I have the same dream with everything from over the years blurring into one event. My mother's screams, Ginny nearly dead in the Chamber, Ron getting dragged into the Whomping Willow, Cedric dying, Sirius falling into the veil, Dumbledore on the ground dead and the battle… bits of it just mixing together with people dying and… some times Voldemort wins."

Hermione closed her book and sat it on her lap as she looked at Harry with soft sad eyes.

"I wake up crying sometimes… sometimes I just jump awake too scared to go back to sleep because I know the dream will start again."

"You should've said something, Harry."

"But you, Ron and Ginny have been through so much already. I didn't want to burden you all again."

"Harry, you helped Ron and I mourn over all the losses… but you never let us help you and that is what we want to do."

"I guess."

"Will you let us?"

Harry was silent for a bit before nodding, "Yeah."

Hermione reached out and squeezed his hand with a smile on her face, "Then we will help you in anyway possible. But promise me one more thing?"

"What?"

"Go to counselling. It will help. Ginny is doing it."

"I know. She is in the same counselling group as I am."

"And you need to apologise to her as well."

Harry looked guilty but nodded knowing it was true. The pair looked up as Ron arrived frowning at the conversing pair. He looked down at Harry silently as Hermione and Harry stood up.

"I thought you lost the ability to talk… and when you found words they were generally cold ones," said Ron eyeing Harry suspiciously.

"I'm sorry. Hermione talked some sense into me."

"She does that a lot."

"Ron, Harry is going to let us help him deal with everything and he is going to keep on going to counselling," said Hermione with a smile on her face.

Ron looked from Hermione to Harry with raised eyebrows, "So… you finally came around."

"Yeah, I did," nodded Harry.

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder smiling, "About time."

Draco flushed the end of the joint down the toilet and exited the boys' toilets before heading to Advanced Transfiguration. He sat down behind the curly haired, brunette Gryffindor who turned to her friend besides her speaking softly. The Ravenclaw witch gestured to Draco causing the Gryffindor to turn around and look at him curiously.

"Can I help you?" asked Draco partly lost in his own world of a high feeling where nothing could go wrong, "Perhaps a ride would loosen you up?"

"Argh, you are pathetic," she snapped turning around as Professor Sinclair walked in smiling at the class.

"Good afternoon seventh years and welcome to Advanced Transfiguration," she said, "This will, no doubt, be my first and last year of teaching you all. Professor McGonagall assures me you all are wonderful and a pleasure the teach."

Draco snorted softly before cackling out loud. Who knew a teacher got turned on by teaching a subject?

Everyone turned to look at Draco who quickly fell silent so his shoulders gave away his silent laughter.

"Mr?"

Draco couldn't answer as he was too consumed in his high from his drug and the strange amusement he found from the comment of teaching and pleasure.

"Can someone please offer me the young man's name?" asked Professor Sinclair looking frustrated.

"Draco Malfoy," said Hermione clearly, "He is the Headboy, Professor."

"I see. Mr Malfoy. Do you care to inform the class as to what is utterly amusing?" barked the Professor as she strode over to his desk, "Or shall I dock ten house points?"

"You… you," gasped Draco trying to explain his amusement, "F-find teaching p-pleasurable!"

Professor Sinclair gave a slight sniff before pursing her lips together. She turned to Hermione and sighed, "Miss…?"

"Hermione Granger. Headgirl."

"Well, Miss Granger, can you please take Mr Malfoy to the hospital wing? Madam Pompfrey will understand what is going on as soon as she sees and… smells Mr Malfoy."

Hermione nodded but grimaced at the Slytherin as Professor Sinclair headed to the front of the classroom. Hermione grabbed Draco roughly by the arm and yanked him up and out of the classroom. Once the door slammed shut behind them Draco burst out laughing, falling too the ground in a heap.

"Oh will you give it up already?" cried Hermione; "No one found anything amusing in there!"

Draco gave a loud sigh and stared up at Hermione in a dazed manner, "Do you know?"

Hermione crossed her arms and sighed, "Know what?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"You smell like marijuana. Obviously you are doing drugs and if McGonagall got word you would loose the Headboy spot instantly."

Draco sat up, "What about the warning's?"

"Malfoy, you are a school leader. If you got into a pathetic fist fight that would be a warning but drugs is a complete different matter all together."

"Oh."

"You need to stop it."

"No."

"So, you would rather loose your position and chances to getting a top job then quit drugs?"

"I need them."

"No one does."

"I do! I have my reasons."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "You need to see Madam Pompfrey."

"She'll tell McGonagall."

"Then at least… at least shower because you stink! And don't even think of smoking in the common room!"

Draco stood up glaring at Hermione, "Wouldn't dream of it."

"Good," snapped Hermione turning and marching back into the classroom.

"BRING OUT THE PRISONER'S!" came a yell from the stands.

Sitting silently he watched as a distressed blonde haired woman and a calm looking man were dragged out and strapped down into separate seats. The man reached out and held onto the woman's hand tightly as they looked at him in silence.

He looked down at his hands that were trembling with fear. Composing himself he looked up and swallowed a lump in his throat focusing on his parents.

"LUCIUS ARTIMUS MALFOY. YOU ARE CHARGED FOR THE KILLING OF MUGGLES, MAD-EYE MOODY, NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM, CHARLENE TYME, AND HAYDEN DEVILLE. YOU WERE FOUND GUILTY AND ARE HERE TODAY TO RECEIVE YOUR PUNISHMENT – THE DEMENTOR'S KISS!"

Lucius gave a nod and looked at his terrified wife who was trembling with noticeable fear.

"Never fear my love. We will be together forever," he said in a calm tone.

"SILENCE! NARCISSA RUBELLA MALFOY. YOU ARE CHARGED FOR THE MURDER OF PERCY WEASLEY, HELENA WILKINS, JESSIE METCLAF, AND NIKITA HENDRIX! YOU WERE FOUND GUILTY AND ARE HERE TODAY TO RECEIVE YOUR PUNISHMENT – THE DEMENTOR'S KISS!"

Narcissa let out a horrified sob and tears trickled down her pale cheeks. She looked at Lucius then at her watching son, mouthing, "I love you always," as two Dementor's floated in bringing with them the never ending unhappiness.

Draco tried to shut his eyes as bad memories floated through his mind but he couldn't. His mother's petrified screams filled his ears as her soul was sucked from her body as was Lucius', who remains silent the entire time.

Draco jerked awake with sweat covering his body. He glanced at his watch and saw it was ten to six in the morning. Climbing out of his bed he grabbed a bottle of fire whiskey and a joint before leaving his room. He walked across the common room to the glass doors and walked out into the balcony as the sun began rising. It was a Saturday and he knew he could hide away in the common room all day in his drunken state.

Then again, did he really want to drink and get high?

He leant on the railing looking at his bottle of drink and the joint in his hands. He sighed and closed his eyes seeing the flash of his mother's face in his mind. Her wide blue eyes and the look of fear in them as the Dementor moved in to take her soul.

"You know, they say drinking and pot might make you feel better when you are consuming the rubbish but afterwards you feel twice as bad."

Draco turned around to see Hermione standing in the doorway in her pyjamas.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping or reading?" replied Draco in no mood for her crap.

"I heard you get up and I needed the bathroom anyway."

"Whatever."

He heard her sigh in annoyance and walk inside before her footsteps came back in his direction. He looked away from the horizon and over his shoulder at her. She was biting her lower lip with her brow furrowed in thought.

"Malfoy… look… I am probably the last person in the world you want help from," she said slowly, "But… if you want too get… better I am willing to help you."

With that she turned and walked inside to her bedroom shutting the golden handled door behind her.

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