[BeLieViNG iN You]
A/N:
This chap has very kinda waff and dark undertones to it...possibly. I dunno...all I can hear is American Pie playing in the background *stupid exchange students*... o.0 not productive at all! :D
Chapter 5: In just two days, tomorrow will be yesterday
"Dear Herm,
How are you? I'm well. I'm currently sitting in a cupboard, away from Fred and George. I swear, those two get worse every day. They're currently trying to gather the bodies of the mice they tested their new Exploding Sherbet on...I really hope they don't decide to market that product. Disgusting, innit? Guess what? Harry's staying with Padfoot these holidays, now that the Dursley's have kicked him out. And guess what? They're coming to somewhere around your area! Turns out Padfoot has a son or something there, the mother just passed away and has sent word to Padfoot that she wants him to take custody. What have you been doing? I suppose you're seeing your friends from muggle school and all. I hope you haven't been studying! Well, take care, write back.
~Ron."
"Well. What's been happening with me? I got stuck with Malfoy and his domestics for the holidays, that's what." Hermione sighed, as she sat down and began scripting a reply.
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Draco Malfoy sat, staring pensively out of the window as the sun sank into it's afternoon squallor. The sky was darkening slowly, it was almost sunset. How wonderfully cliche.
"I wonder if..."
"Accio Nimbus!" Nothing happened.
"Oh well." Suddenly his Seekers reflexes kicked in, and he ducked, just in time for a large black shape to thud into the far wall.
"Oh! Good." A pleased smile formed on his features as he scrambled up from the floor and crossed the room, picking his broomstick up.
"Oh, how I've missed you so." He sighed lovingly, stroking the wood. The ministry might track him down for use of under-age magic...but he could always get out of it. That fat-pudge Fudge (he snickered) was always open to bribery. He clambered onto the windowsill and jumped out, laughing gleefully as the broom levelled out halfway through his descent and kicked upwards.
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Hermione looked out to the tapping on her window. She did a double-take at the face floating in mid-air, shocked.
"What the...Malfoy?"
"Come on, let's go for a ride."
"Er...I don't exactly like heights." She swallowed.
"You won't fall." She shook her head.
"Get on the damn thing!"
"Brooms don't like me!"
"This broom doesn't like anyone, but it'll do what I tell it to. Just get on." Sighing, Hermione reluctantly climbed onto the broom.
She smiled softly as the wind rushed through her hair as they rose above the city. The sunset had just begun, turning the whole world a beautiful rose pink and sky blue.
"So why the sudden change in attitude, Malfoy?"
"Who said I changed my attitude? I just was happy to have my broom back." He spoke quietly. Not wanting to disrupt this sudden (and welcome) change, Hermione kept silent.
"Tell me about Yuri." He said.
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Hermione swallowed her tears. Just as soon as they came, they were gone, and she felt cold, emotionless. The only warmth was Draco's arm around her waist. Since they were six years old, and Mila seven, Hermione, Eloise, Mila and Yuri had been the best of friends. Growing up in a small neighbourhood in Brooksbridge together, they had met through the local pre-school and been friends ever since. Mila's family had immigrated from Russia which was why she had been kept down a year. Yuri shouldn't have been able to join the school until the year after, but she was so intelligent the school agreed that she was a special case.
Mila was the mother of the group, the more responsible, more demure and quiet. She had a love of poetry, romance stories and dreamed someday that a handsome russian prince would come to take her away, back home. As they slowly grew older, Mila began to drift away, to mingle with people her own age. She always came back, was always part of the impenetrable circle that was their friendship, but she made the others realise there were other people just as important to her too.
Eloise had been so plain before Hemione left. Small and pale and withdrawn, none of the boys even noticed her. Hermione often remembered having to intervene to save Eloise from her tormentors. Eloise had a love of books that would rival even Hermione's. They could talk for hours about a book and debate over miniscule points that no ordinary junior fifth-year could contemplate.
Yuri. Beautiful, grand Yuri. Yuri had come to England because of her father's ambassadorial work. Such pretty almond shaped eyes and long black hair and fancy foreign dresses. When her father's work was over, her brother decided to stay in England, and Yuri was allowed to stay with him. Hermione remembered Yuri's brother Masako vividly, he was handsome, bad and oh-so frightening.
He had gone from brilliant school-boy to drug-induced stupor. He started running with dangerous street gangs and doing many illegal things. But he loved Yuri. He said it was all for her.
Hermione guessed that Yuri had gone the same way as Masako. Tried to repay her brother's debt and failed. Hermione knew all about London's underground world and how it worked. She'd been to Yuri's home enough times, witnessed enough of Masako's actions. Yuri adored her big brother, her 'ani' or 'onechan' as she called him. She loved being dropped off at school in one of his or his friend's fast, loud cars. Slowly, Masako began to mould her into his own image.
Hermione and Yuri had always had a close connection, even more so than with the others. Perhaps Eloise harboured a deep resentment of that, even to this day. But Hermione couldn't believe it. Wouldn't believe it. That Yuri was gone.
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Draco didn't say anything, just hovered the broom above London. You could see everything, every beautiful shining light in every colour. The city was painted in so many shades of shadow.
He looked down as movement attracted his eye. Hermione was carefully turning on the broom, so to face him. She stared, and everything was still. Draco watched her warily. Why was he finding it so hard to breathe? Why had everything gone quiet? Why was his heart jumping so hard?
And just as suddenly she leant forward, and he felt soft lips touch his throat, and the pulse point behind his ear.
He sat stone still.
Her lips brushed lightly against his, just as the moon came out from behind a cloud.
His pulse was racing as she took his wrists and held them as she ran her tongue along his lower lip. Almost instinctively he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. But she pulled away. Now in the moonlight he could see the tears glistening on her cheeks.
"Don't cry." His voice was hoarse.
"Comfort me, Draco. I need you." She gazed at him beseechingly as she placed his hands over her heart. He watched her.
"I can't." He dropped her hands, but took her chin.
"I can't dirty my blood." His eyes searched hers as he began to kiss her lightly, on her forehead, her crown, her cheeks, her lips. Everywhere his lips touched felt like a butterfly.
She let the tears fall.
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Hermione cried on the way home until it eventually died down to the occasional sniffle.
Draco hovered the broom outside her window, helping her through.
A surprise awaited them, Jacob, stroking Snowball on the bed. He looked up.
"Where were you?" he asked. His little eyes were red, they had bags under them from staying up late. Hermione bit her lip.
"Come on Jakie, let's put you to bed." He stood up, and Hermione realised her little brother wasn't so little anymore. He echoed her thoughts.
"I'm not a little kid 'Mione. Where were you?" He threw a glance at Draco, who climbed in the window.
"We were on my broom, Jacob. Calm down. Do you want a ride?" For the first time since he'd been there, Draco saw Jacob's eyes light up.
"Could I really?!"
"Sure. But you can't tell anyone about this. Not ONE. Promise?" Jacob nodded.
"I swear."
"Coz people would think you were a little weird."
"Draco, you can trust him. Jakie's good at keeping secrets." Hermione shared a look with her brother that Draco didn't understand.
"Let's go then Jacob."
When they were out of her window and safely out of sight, Hermione sat down at her desk. Try as she might to complete the letter, all she could do was stare blankly at the wall.
Finally, with a sigh of frustration she glanced at the clock on her bedside. The green LCD display read 11:59. She watched as the number slowly clicked.
Midnight. The witching hour.
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[PART 2]
Chapter 5B: INTROSPECTIVE
"I took the snakes tearing through my veins and finally set them free..."
-Unknown source...(someone's poem copyright to them)
Hermione's foot left an imprint as she stepped out onto the lawn in the backyard. Smooth, green, perfectly manicured. The sky above radiated blacklight, the stars shining brilliantly here, away from all the city and pollution. The moon watched her silently.
Hermione sat down carefully, wary of ants and spiders. Eerily, no breeze blew. Everything was dead still. She brought her knees up to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them as she let her chin fall onto them. No sign of Draco and Jacob.
'Yuri, where are you?' She wondered silently as she stared at the impassive night sky. Nothing answered her.
She felt so wretched as the tears began to fall, great big shining drops of salt trickling down her cheeks. She would give anything to see Yuri again. Anything.
So they weren't close anymore. You never truly realise what you've got until it's gone.
Hermione always respected Yuri. She came from such a powerful family, was so pretty. And she never showed any trace of caring. Not one.
Hermione smiled bitterly as she remembered that time when she and Yuri had just met. Yuri had just come over from Japan that time, and was obsessed with Hermione. When her mother bought her 60 pound jeans, she ripped them so they'd look like Hermione's favourite old and worn ones. That adorable face with the big brown eyes...the freckles and messed pigtails.
Hermione turned to face the northern sky.
"Oh Yuri. What am I going to do without you? I was even thinking about you, and Mila and Eloise on the way home. I was thinking maybe we'd all get together these holidays. But I was always too busy, wasn't I? I'm so sorry Yuri." Hermione began to sob.
"If only you were here now. I mean, what am I going to do with Draco? You'd love him, Yuri. He's so mischievious and evil...just like you. But he's such an asshole sometimes...if only you were here, you'd know how to handle him. He just...turned up on my doorstep one day. Yuri? Wait for me, I'll meet you halfway to heaven." The wind rustled the treetops.
Harry and Ron. Suddenly Hogwarts seemed so far away. Suddenly she felt a need to see a physical representation of the pain she was feeling.
Hand shaking, she took a small silver penknife from her pocket. With a slim, elegant blade she flicked open.
"This is for you Yuri. You meant so much to me. I love you."
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Jacob sat up stiffly, causing the broom to veer.
"Whoa, what's up?" Draco felt a feeling of...somethingness...a heavy depression...descend upon them.
"Hermione. We gotta get home. Come on Draco, let's go!" He punched Draco, his face in pain.
"I'm already there." He kicked the Nimbus to full speed. Within seconds they were above the block the Granger's lived on. Another two seconds and they'd be right above the house.
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She never thought it'd hurt this much. But such a pleasant pain. The feeling of release coming from seeing the blood flow.
"Whoops. I guess I cut a little too deep. Goodbye Mum, Goodbye Dad. I love you both. Jacob and Josh, take care of Draco. I love you all. I'm sorry, Ron, Harry. And Crookshanks." Her voice sounded so melodious. Like a swan song. Don't swan's sing before they die? A small and twisted smile formed on her lips. She was getting her pyjama's wet. And her vision was going blurry.
Oh look, a shooting star. And it was coming for her. It was Yuri, come to take her to Heaven. A lovely white shooting star.
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"Shit! What the Fuck has she done to herself? Call emergency, now!" Jacob rushed inside, stonefaced.
"Come on Granger, what the fuck did you do this for? Come on, come on....clot you stupid thing!" Draco really wished he hadn't left his wand up on the first floor, in his bedroom.
"Come on Granger...Hermione, wake up! Wake up, damn you!" He shook her roughly, but her eyes didn't open. He sank to his knees and held her tightly against his body.
"Oh God...No...no..."He moaned. Praying to an entity he didn't even believe in.
He held her tightly, refusing to let anything penetrate his mind. Not the sirens, the neighbours or Mrs Granger's grievious wails.
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Hermione's eyes fluttered open. It was so dark! Was she in her coffin?
"Josh! Josh! Her heart beat just started again! It's increasing!" She heard footsteps and felt pressure on her, all over her.
"'Mione! Mione! Wake up!"
"Please Herm, you've got to wake up!"
Harry? What was he doing here?
She tried to respond, to open her mouth or her eyes.
She could see. But it was all black.
"Why isn't she responding?" Oh...her poor mother.
"Malfoy you fucking idiot! Why didn't you use your wand?"
"It was on the first fucking floor, Potter! And don't call me an idiot! You weren't in the situation so just shut the bloody hell up!"
"I'll call you what I like! At least I would have had the sense to use 'Accio!'"
A chill descended upon the room as Draco's voice dropped, just low enough to be heard by Harry.
"That's bullshit Potter. You would have panicked just like me. Or is wonderpants Potter prepared for any situation? So prepared for anything? How would you know, unless you've envisioned this situation before? That's just it, isn't it you fag. You've always dreamt about being the gallant knight on the horse for the dear mudblood trapped in a tower. How it must twist the knife in your heart that I, the nemesis, got there first."
There was ice in his eyes.
So cold...it was becoming so cold...
Harry spluttered in a poor attempt at denial.
"Please boys, settle down. We must all be here for Hermione." Angelina's eyes were puffy and red from crying.
Harry watched in surprise as Draco's face softened and he took the older woman's hand and led her to a chair.
He watched the back of the pale-blonde's head.
'Just what exactly happened?'
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They fed Harry some story about the Malfoy and Granger familys being old friends, old blood and aristocracy and all that.
But Harry didn't believe a word of it, not for one moment. Not after having met Lucius Malfoy in second year.
No, there were other forces at play here.
And he would find out what was going on if it would kill him.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES
Okay...not too sure about this chapter. Give me suggestions and I'll repost it, I think. Too dark? Too sudden? Not enough detail? Tell me when and where and I'll be there!
Personally...I think this chapter sucks. S-U-C-K-S.... ;)
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g_UeSs_WhO?
Thanks! Well here's the next chapter...what do you think?
Kristina Chang
LOL here's more! MORE MORE MORE! very long more by the way...
Shadow Angel
Wow...I feel so...special....*sigh* I know, I'm a peanut butter and popcorn sandwhich, you don't need to tell me
Aubs2006
Here's a little bit about Yuri...and the evil girls...just a little spoon of sherbet of what's to come! (In other words...not the entire thing)
Azure
Ahh! Thank you for that useful information!
I do try and space my paragraphs...I just suck at grammar.
LOL interesting idea...I might...
tickle the dragon
Aww what a cute nick! Oh...yes...._that_ Draco... nah, I probably won't make it lemon...it'll be more adventure! da da da daaa!
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Oh, it is you great one!!!
LOL...but for me it wouldn't be teasing so much as pure sweet torture....*meow*
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Interesting nick...story behind that? Well...here's another chapter anyway.
Kelly
LOL :) Well you have to tell me what else to do to make it better and better! :D
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A/N:
This chap has very kinda waff and dark undertones to it...possibly. I dunno...all I can hear is American Pie playing in the background *stupid exchange students*... o.0 not productive at all! :D
Chapter 5: In just two days, tomorrow will be yesterday
"Dear Herm,
How are you? I'm well. I'm currently sitting in a cupboard, away from Fred and George. I swear, those two get worse every day. They're currently trying to gather the bodies of the mice they tested their new Exploding Sherbet on...I really hope they don't decide to market that product. Disgusting, innit? Guess what? Harry's staying with Padfoot these holidays, now that the Dursley's have kicked him out. And guess what? They're coming to somewhere around your area! Turns out Padfoot has a son or something there, the mother just passed away and has sent word to Padfoot that she wants him to take custody. What have you been doing? I suppose you're seeing your friends from muggle school and all. I hope you haven't been studying! Well, take care, write back.
~Ron."
"Well. What's been happening with me? I got stuck with Malfoy and his domestics for the holidays, that's what." Hermione sighed, as she sat down and began scripting a reply.
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Draco Malfoy sat, staring pensively out of the window as the sun sank into it's afternoon squallor. The sky was darkening slowly, it was almost sunset. How wonderfully cliche.
"I wonder if..."
"Accio Nimbus!" Nothing happened.
"Oh well." Suddenly his Seekers reflexes kicked in, and he ducked, just in time for a large black shape to thud into the far wall.
"Oh! Good." A pleased smile formed on his features as he scrambled up from the floor and crossed the room, picking his broomstick up.
"Oh, how I've missed you so." He sighed lovingly, stroking the wood. The ministry might track him down for use of under-age magic...but he could always get out of it. That fat-pudge Fudge (he snickered) was always open to bribery. He clambered onto the windowsill and jumped out, laughing gleefully as the broom levelled out halfway through his descent and kicked upwards.
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Hermione looked out to the tapping on her window. She did a double-take at the face floating in mid-air, shocked.
"What the...Malfoy?"
"Come on, let's go for a ride."
"Er...I don't exactly like heights." She swallowed.
"You won't fall." She shook her head.
"Get on the damn thing!"
"Brooms don't like me!"
"This broom doesn't like anyone, but it'll do what I tell it to. Just get on." Sighing, Hermione reluctantly climbed onto the broom.
She smiled softly as the wind rushed through her hair as they rose above the city. The sunset had just begun, turning the whole world a beautiful rose pink and sky blue.
"So why the sudden change in attitude, Malfoy?"
"Who said I changed my attitude? I just was happy to have my broom back." He spoke quietly. Not wanting to disrupt this sudden (and welcome) change, Hermione kept silent.
"Tell me about Yuri." He said.
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Hermione swallowed her tears. Just as soon as they came, they were gone, and she felt cold, emotionless. The only warmth was Draco's arm around her waist. Since they were six years old, and Mila seven, Hermione, Eloise, Mila and Yuri had been the best of friends. Growing up in a small neighbourhood in Brooksbridge together, they had met through the local pre-school and been friends ever since. Mila's family had immigrated from Russia which was why she had been kept down a year. Yuri shouldn't have been able to join the school until the year after, but she was so intelligent the school agreed that she was a special case.
Mila was the mother of the group, the more responsible, more demure and quiet. She had a love of poetry, romance stories and dreamed someday that a handsome russian prince would come to take her away, back home. As they slowly grew older, Mila began to drift away, to mingle with people her own age. She always came back, was always part of the impenetrable circle that was their friendship, but she made the others realise there were other people just as important to her too.
Eloise had been so plain before Hemione left. Small and pale and withdrawn, none of the boys even noticed her. Hermione often remembered having to intervene to save Eloise from her tormentors. Eloise had a love of books that would rival even Hermione's. They could talk for hours about a book and debate over miniscule points that no ordinary junior fifth-year could contemplate.
Yuri. Beautiful, grand Yuri. Yuri had come to England because of her father's ambassadorial work. Such pretty almond shaped eyes and long black hair and fancy foreign dresses. When her father's work was over, her brother decided to stay in England, and Yuri was allowed to stay with him. Hermione remembered Yuri's brother Masako vividly, he was handsome, bad and oh-so frightening.
He had gone from brilliant school-boy to drug-induced stupor. He started running with dangerous street gangs and doing many illegal things. But he loved Yuri. He said it was all for her.
Hermione guessed that Yuri had gone the same way as Masako. Tried to repay her brother's debt and failed. Hermione knew all about London's underground world and how it worked. She'd been to Yuri's home enough times, witnessed enough of Masako's actions. Yuri adored her big brother, her 'ani' or 'onechan' as she called him. She loved being dropped off at school in one of his or his friend's fast, loud cars. Slowly, Masako began to mould her into his own image.
Hermione and Yuri had always had a close connection, even more so than with the others. Perhaps Eloise harboured a deep resentment of that, even to this day. But Hermione couldn't believe it. Wouldn't believe it. That Yuri was gone.
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Draco didn't say anything, just hovered the broom above London. You could see everything, every beautiful shining light in every colour. The city was painted in so many shades of shadow.
He looked down as movement attracted his eye. Hermione was carefully turning on the broom, so to face him. She stared, and everything was still. Draco watched her warily. Why was he finding it so hard to breathe? Why had everything gone quiet? Why was his heart jumping so hard?
And just as suddenly she leant forward, and he felt soft lips touch his throat, and the pulse point behind his ear.
He sat stone still.
Her lips brushed lightly against his, just as the moon came out from behind a cloud.
His pulse was racing as she took his wrists and held them as she ran her tongue along his lower lip. Almost instinctively he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. But she pulled away. Now in the moonlight he could see the tears glistening on her cheeks.
"Don't cry." His voice was hoarse.
"Comfort me, Draco. I need you." She gazed at him beseechingly as she placed his hands over her heart. He watched her.
"I can't." He dropped her hands, but took her chin.
"I can't dirty my blood." His eyes searched hers as he began to kiss her lightly, on her forehead, her crown, her cheeks, her lips. Everywhere his lips touched felt like a butterfly.
She let the tears fall.
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Hermione cried on the way home until it eventually died down to the occasional sniffle.
Draco hovered the broom outside her window, helping her through.
A surprise awaited them, Jacob, stroking Snowball on the bed. He looked up.
"Where were you?" he asked. His little eyes were red, they had bags under them from staying up late. Hermione bit her lip.
"Come on Jakie, let's put you to bed." He stood up, and Hermione realised her little brother wasn't so little anymore. He echoed her thoughts.
"I'm not a little kid 'Mione. Where were you?" He threw a glance at Draco, who climbed in the window.
"We were on my broom, Jacob. Calm down. Do you want a ride?" For the first time since he'd been there, Draco saw Jacob's eyes light up.
"Could I really?!"
"Sure. But you can't tell anyone about this. Not ONE. Promise?" Jacob nodded.
"I swear."
"Coz people would think you were a little weird."
"Draco, you can trust him. Jakie's good at keeping secrets." Hermione shared a look with her brother that Draco didn't understand.
"Let's go then Jacob."
When they were out of her window and safely out of sight, Hermione sat down at her desk. Try as she might to complete the letter, all she could do was stare blankly at the wall.
Finally, with a sigh of frustration she glanced at the clock on her bedside. The green LCD display read 11:59. She watched as the number slowly clicked.
Midnight. The witching hour.
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[PART 2]
Chapter 5B: INTROSPECTIVE
"I took the snakes tearing through my veins and finally set them free..."
-Unknown source...(someone's poem copyright to them)
Hermione's foot left an imprint as she stepped out onto the lawn in the backyard. Smooth, green, perfectly manicured. The sky above radiated blacklight, the stars shining brilliantly here, away from all the city and pollution. The moon watched her silently.
Hermione sat down carefully, wary of ants and spiders. Eerily, no breeze blew. Everything was dead still. She brought her knees up to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them as she let her chin fall onto them. No sign of Draco and Jacob.
'Yuri, where are you?' She wondered silently as she stared at the impassive night sky. Nothing answered her.
She felt so wretched as the tears began to fall, great big shining drops of salt trickling down her cheeks. She would give anything to see Yuri again. Anything.
So they weren't close anymore. You never truly realise what you've got until it's gone.
Hermione always respected Yuri. She came from such a powerful family, was so pretty. And she never showed any trace of caring. Not one.
Hermione smiled bitterly as she remembered that time when she and Yuri had just met. Yuri had just come over from Japan that time, and was obsessed with Hermione. When her mother bought her 60 pound jeans, she ripped them so they'd look like Hermione's favourite old and worn ones. That adorable face with the big brown eyes...the freckles and messed pigtails.
Hermione turned to face the northern sky.
"Oh Yuri. What am I going to do without you? I was even thinking about you, and Mila and Eloise on the way home. I was thinking maybe we'd all get together these holidays. But I was always too busy, wasn't I? I'm so sorry Yuri." Hermione began to sob.
"If only you were here now. I mean, what am I going to do with Draco? You'd love him, Yuri. He's so mischievious and evil...just like you. But he's such an asshole sometimes...if only you were here, you'd know how to handle him. He just...turned up on my doorstep one day. Yuri? Wait for me, I'll meet you halfway to heaven." The wind rustled the treetops.
Harry and Ron. Suddenly Hogwarts seemed so far away. Suddenly she felt a need to see a physical representation of the pain she was feeling.
Hand shaking, she took a small silver penknife from her pocket. With a slim, elegant blade she flicked open.
"This is for you Yuri. You meant so much to me. I love you."
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Jacob sat up stiffly, causing the broom to veer.
"Whoa, what's up?" Draco felt a feeling of...somethingness...a heavy depression...descend upon them.
"Hermione. We gotta get home. Come on Draco, let's go!" He punched Draco, his face in pain.
"I'm already there." He kicked the Nimbus to full speed. Within seconds they were above the block the Granger's lived on. Another two seconds and they'd be right above the house.
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She never thought it'd hurt this much. But such a pleasant pain. The feeling of release coming from seeing the blood flow.
"Whoops. I guess I cut a little too deep. Goodbye Mum, Goodbye Dad. I love you both. Jacob and Josh, take care of Draco. I love you all. I'm sorry, Ron, Harry. And Crookshanks." Her voice sounded so melodious. Like a swan song. Don't swan's sing before they die? A small and twisted smile formed on her lips. She was getting her pyjama's wet. And her vision was going blurry.
Oh look, a shooting star. And it was coming for her. It was Yuri, come to take her to Heaven. A lovely white shooting star.
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"Shit! What the Fuck has she done to herself? Call emergency, now!" Jacob rushed inside, stonefaced.
"Come on Granger, what the fuck did you do this for? Come on, come on....clot you stupid thing!" Draco really wished he hadn't left his wand up on the first floor, in his bedroom.
"Come on Granger...Hermione, wake up! Wake up, damn you!" He shook her roughly, but her eyes didn't open. He sank to his knees and held her tightly against his body.
"Oh God...No...no..."He moaned. Praying to an entity he didn't even believe in.
He held her tightly, refusing to let anything penetrate his mind. Not the sirens, the neighbours or Mrs Granger's grievious wails.
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Hermione's eyes fluttered open. It was so dark! Was she in her coffin?
"Josh! Josh! Her heart beat just started again! It's increasing!" She heard footsteps and felt pressure on her, all over her.
"'Mione! Mione! Wake up!"
"Please Herm, you've got to wake up!"
Harry? What was he doing here?
She tried to respond, to open her mouth or her eyes.
She could see. But it was all black.
"Why isn't she responding?" Oh...her poor mother.
"Malfoy you fucking idiot! Why didn't you use your wand?"
"It was on the first fucking floor, Potter! And don't call me an idiot! You weren't in the situation so just shut the bloody hell up!"
"I'll call you what I like! At least I would have had the sense to use 'Accio!'"
A chill descended upon the room as Draco's voice dropped, just low enough to be heard by Harry.
"That's bullshit Potter. You would have panicked just like me. Or is wonderpants Potter prepared for any situation? So prepared for anything? How would you know, unless you've envisioned this situation before? That's just it, isn't it you fag. You've always dreamt about being the gallant knight on the horse for the dear mudblood trapped in a tower. How it must twist the knife in your heart that I, the nemesis, got there first."
There was ice in his eyes.
So cold...it was becoming so cold...
Harry spluttered in a poor attempt at denial.
"Please boys, settle down. We must all be here for Hermione." Angelina's eyes were puffy and red from crying.
Harry watched in surprise as Draco's face softened and he took the older woman's hand and led her to a chair.
He watched the back of the pale-blonde's head.
'Just what exactly happened?'
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They fed Harry some story about the Malfoy and Granger familys being old friends, old blood and aristocracy and all that.
But Harry didn't believe a word of it, not for one moment. Not after having met Lucius Malfoy in second year.
No, there were other forces at play here.
And he would find out what was going on if it would kill him.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES
Okay...not too sure about this chapter. Give me suggestions and I'll repost it, I think. Too dark? Too sudden? Not enough detail? Tell me when and where and I'll be there!
Personally...I think this chapter sucks. S-U-C-K-S.... ;)
THANK-YOU'S
g_UeSs_WhO?
Thanks! Well here's the next chapter...what do you think?
Kristina Chang
LOL here's more! MORE MORE MORE! very long more by the way...
Shadow Angel
Wow...I feel so...special....*sigh* I know, I'm a peanut butter and popcorn sandwhich, you don't need to tell me
Aubs2006
Here's a little bit about Yuri...and the evil girls...just a little spoon of sherbet of what's to come! (In other words...not the entire thing)
Azure
Ahh! Thank you for that useful information!
I do try and space my paragraphs...I just suck at grammar.
LOL interesting idea...I might...
tickle the dragon
Aww what a cute nick! Oh...yes...._that_ Draco... nah, I probably won't make it lemon...it'll be more adventure! da da da daaa!
hyper_shark!
Oh, it is you great one!!!
LOL...but for me it wouldn't be teasing so much as pure sweet torture....*meow*
TomsBeachChickBum?
Interesting nick...story behind that? Well...here's another chapter anyway.
Kelly
LOL :) Well you have to tell me what else to do to make it better and better! :D
Pikachufan4288
Are you a virus? How did you submit three times? Anyway...LMAO you dork...what did you hit your head on? *duh* Probably your hand...*twitch* I'm not a blonde, I swear!!!! grrr
Kelly
Again! LMAo you interesting person you!
Of course I have other fics....Mwahahaa....just conquered that pesky bit of tomato...*er* ahem....they're all under my profile...click like...my name *sila-chan* when you read my fic (it's at the top) and it'll take you there. Just scroll down.
Otherwise...read FiNaL DiSTaNCe....that's supposed to be my main fic but no one wants to read it...*bawls* actually...nobody wants to read hardly any of my fics...*how sad* which is why the top two I've written is this one and a Ranma 1/2 one...*sigh*
**INSERT SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTION**
If there is a God of Fanfiction out there PLEASE make people read FiNaL DiSTaNCe! I know it's not that good...but it's my baby and I can't continue it if nobody wants to read it!!! *sniffle* PLease? For Sila? *puppy eyes*