Her Last Sentence
(You might want to listen to a Beautiful Lie by 30 Seconds to Mars as you read this)
"I can already sense that you are going to get into deep trouble with her," Blaise cautioned darkly. We were sitting at the Slytherin table eating our lunch. The afternoon was warm; the great hall's sky was blue filled with puffy white clouds. I shunned it.
"I knew that ever since she punched me, Blaise," I replied pointedly.
I could pick out Granger's unruly locks from here, she was smiling slightly, her chin poised up, revealing her slender neck. Suddenly her brown eyes caught mine; I smirked defiantly while she raised her brow sarcastically. I flashed her quick smile before I broke our gaze. If I was caught…
"You do know you're playing with fire… Wait a blazing inferno right, Draco?" Blaise asked, noticing our playful exchange.
"I realize that, but she's like a drug," I replied, watching her from underneath my eye, "That I can't tear away from."
As if to contradict my statement, unexpectedly, a certain Gryffindor got up from his seat and started talking to Hermione. My gaze snapped up immediately, Blaise followed my sight and noticed before he sighed irritably, "Not you too, Draco."
I sneered at the guy, Hermione was now blushing and he picked up her hand and bloody kissed it! Placed his grubby lips on my woman! I stood up roughly and was about to hex him when Blaise pulled me down harshly, "You want your father storming in here, demanding you take the Dark Mark?" he hissed. I rapidly remembered the scene when he threatened me.
"You're not any help, Blaise," I replied. Blaise rolled his eyes sardonically, and played around with his pie.
"In case you forgot. Today is our outing to Hogsmeade," Blaise hinted, my mind caught on what was he implying immediately. I think if I can get her to follow me…
Today was bright but cold, the roofs were covered with blindingly white snow, and the town was littered with Hogwarts students, flooding through every shop and building. Hermione had just alighted from a carriage with Potter and Weasley.
She was wearing a Gryffindor scarf, school robes and such. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold, she grinned cheerfully at them, obviously laughing at some stupid thing they said. Weasley seemed to be scowling and Potter looked indignant.
Hermione rolled her eyes and ran off, her sprinting figure barely a few feet from my huddled body. I stalked her silently, keeping the cowl of my cloak down and tried to look like a normal frost-bitten villager, I pulled my cloak around me, hiding my Slytherin tie.
My expert eyes caught Hermione among the crowd and watched as she turned swiftly into a dark alley, where she would hide of course.
I got her cornered…
I was sneaking behind; her back was to me as she peered out of the corner of a building. I did not notice a stone before me, and when I did, it was too late, against the impact of my boot; it clattered noisily and hit the stone wall. I watched in silence as her body froze rigidly.
I could already picture her hand reaching into her pocket to retrieve her wand.
Just as I suspected it, Hermione spun around and shot a disarming spell. I dodged it lithely and her eyes widened at my arrival. Sensing no danger, she slipped her wand back in her pocket, how wrong she was, I was determined to take her someplace today, someplace where we were unrecognizable.
She raised her brow defiantly; I loved it when she did that. A certain dominance in her spirit, and I prayed she would never succumb to me, it was much more fun when I was figuring out every mystery she kept, every quest she led me on, every maze she wanted me to clear.
I smirked at her in reply, I grabbed her hand roughly and yanked her until she hit my chest, then flashing her quick smile, and I muttered the spell.
We had arrived at a dark hallway, illuminated by candlelight. It was a dark portal used in the Dark Lord's time for the Malfoys. I gripped her soft hand tightly and led her to the portal I was sure to be in the next corridor. I smiled in victory as I noticed the silvery white veil portal.
"Where do you want to go?" I asked her in good humor, her eyes flashed back to my face immediately. She was staring at me with curiosity before she replied.
"Verde Park." (Imaginary)
I nodded and pushed through the portal. It did not know how it worked or where exactly it took us, but there it was. Verde Park in all its glory, but surprisingly, it was deserted.
"Are Muggle parks always like this?" I asked in question, my eyes stuck to the beautiful mysterious feeling this park held.
"It's under construction, it seems a pipe exploded in the side of the park, and they're checking all the pipes below the park right now," Hermione explained softly, watching the mysterious place.
"Is it safe to be here?" I asked cheekily. Hermione shot me a glare that could kill.
"I mean. I am the only Malfoy heir left… I need to actually have a certainty that the line could go on…" I said and trailed off, grinning lightly at Granger now. Her cheeks flushed as the underlying meaning went through her innocent brain. I could almost chuckle at the sight.
Hermione, being her usual self, got her brain to come out with a witty comeback and she retorted, "Considering your relations at Hogwarts, I'm sure your pureblood line would not have a problem." And she raised her eyes up to the heavens.
I had to admit, the park was majestic and beautiful. The green trees shaded the grass, accompanied by the relaxing grey sky; I could immerse myself in it. It was breathtaking; if I could I would lose myself here and never go back to wherever my duty obliges me.
"Is there anything you would want to do here," I asked softly, surveying every inch of the empty park. She smiled slightly in comfort and smiled gratefully at me.
"I could let you listen to my music," she offered, "its muggle music though," she added hastily. I shrugged; one more rule to break wasn't going to make any difference. I had already broken a dozen or more today anyway. Like holding a mudblood, taking an intruder into Malfoy Manor, Being in a muggle park…
She flicked her wand and a strange square muggle device appeared and landed in her hand, she plugged in a string sort of thing which had three ends. She attached one end to her device, another to her ear and offered me the last one.
I stared at it in disgust and looked at her indignantly. Hermione sighed dramatically and stuffed it into my ear for me. Suddenly, some weird song started playing…
"Lie awake in bed at night
and think about your life do you want to be different? (Different...)
Try to let go of the truth
The battles of your youth
'Cause this is just a game
It's a beautiful lie
It's a perfect denial
Such a beautiful lie to believe in
So beautiful, beautiful lie makes me"
I looked at Hermione in wonder. I always have thought she was more into ballads, but this song? It was nothing like ballads. It was not even soft rock. It held angst, even in the first verse. I could already feel the anger, the betrayal, the sadness and the regret portrayed in one single part.
"It's time to forget about the past
To wash away what happened last (happened last)
Hide behind an empty face
Don't ask too much, just say
'Cause this is just a game
It's a beautiful lie
It's a perfect denial
Such a beautiful lie to believe in
So beautiful, beautiful lie makes me
Lie....Beautiful
Everyone's looking at me
I'm running around in circles, baby
A quiet desperation's building higher
I've got to remember this is just a game
(LIE…)So beautiful, beautiful... X4"
Her eyes were closed, her lips in a morose curve, her pale face, standing out among the dark sky, the emerald green. She was captivated in this song, I could tell. she held her arms like she was cold, and her brows were furrowed, she seemed to be thinking about something intensely, and I was not going to break her concentration. And somehow, I could feel that this song was going to have an impact on my life.
It's a beautiful lie ---
It's a perfect denial --- (So beautiful, beautiful)
Such a beautiful lie to believe in ---
So beautiful, beautiful lie makes me"
She lifted her lids up to reveal her brown orbs once again, she smiled at me sadly and I wondered what she was bottling up in that prison from which she called her heart…
Song: A Beautiful Lie, 30 Seconds to Mars