Hey Guys, so here's the next chapter in 'When we were young'
This chapter was inspired creately by this Dramione Youtube video .com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=zmiWnGZr1Vc#at=137
Did ye know that Draco was an Occlumens? I didn't but apparently he is.
"...I think Draco would be very gifted in Occlumency, unlike Harry. Harry's problem with it was always that his emotions were too near the surface and that he is in some ways too damaged. But he's also very in touch with his feelings about what's happened to him. He's not repressed, he's quite honest about facing them, and he couldn't suppress them, he couldn't suppress these memories. But I thought of Draco as someone who is very capable of compartmentalising his life and his emotions, and always has done. So he's shut down his pity, enabling him to bully effectively. He's shut down compassion — how else would you become a Death Eater? So he suppresses virtually all of the good side of himself."- J.K Rowling.
With a mixture of both. Here's my chapter. Review!
Chapter 6
Hermione point of view.
The next morning I wake up earlier than normal. It's 6am and Malfoy isn't in his bed. I begin to wonder does he ever really sleep here. But I know he does. It's the first thing I smell when I enter the dormitory.
I got to the kitchen to make breakfast, leaving a bowl of porridge aside charming with a heating spell in case Malfoy comes back and is hungry. I see a envelope with Malfoy's name on it on the counter. When I check for its content I find it empty. Probably a letter from his mother I think. But then I think of his injuries again. In fact I thought about them all night. I can't help but feel like I am missing the bigger picture. Something has happened to Malfoy.
Later that day I spend time with Harry and Ron in the Griffindor common room. Ron is begging me to write his potions paper for Snape. Of course I agree. Anything to take my mind of things. Harry leans over slightly revealing the Marauders Map.
"Don't tell me you're looking at that thing again?" I sigh.
"Do you ever put it away? I can't believe you haven't handed it in yet!"
"Are you mad women? Hand it in! That's a gold mine that there is!" Ron states. I laugh and ignore him.
"Who could you possibly be looking at?" I ask.
"Malfoy," Harry says somewhat crookedly.
"What's he up to this time?" Ron asks Harry. Something in their voices tells me that this is a common occurrence and my heart drops a little.
"He's with Snape," harry says again his voice is different. Lower.
"It's happened," Harry says closing the map and tucking it away. He turns to us at the table and lowers his head.
"He's one of them. I know it!"
"One of who?" I ask desperately trying to understand.
"Draco Malfoy Is now a Death Eater."
Draco's point of view.
Snape stares down at me with a purposeful look upon his face.
"You know why you're here," he said matter of factly, already knowing the answer. I merrily nodded.
"Now, are you familiar with occlumency?" He asked, moving around the room.
"No?"
"Occlumency is the magical defence of the mind against external penetration. An obscure branch of magic, but a highly useful one. The first step we will attempt is clearing one's mind. Making it "blank and empty" — in order to prevent a Legilimens from perceiving one's emotions and thoughts," he explained.
"Used properly it can create a barrier and stop a Legilimens from entering. Later I will teach you to choose the memories you want to hide."
I shift awkwardly against the wall. Father had not said what I would be here for. Only that It was of mass importance. With a swiss of his dark coat Snape raised his wand.
"Prepare yourself," he said. I panicked.
"Wait, what am I supposed to do?" I asked, wiping the sweat off my hands.
"Empty yourself of all emotion. Blank your mind Draco," he says horridly before it begins.
"Legilimens!" he shouts.
My body jolts only slight as it starts. At first it's a rush of colour and white noise before materializing into people and sound. First came my mother bursting into a brilliant red colour and disappearing before she's manifested again against the tree in our back garden. She's smiling and holding my father's hand. I'm crying in the memory because they're smiling and happy together and I feel lonely. I can't help but feel these are private and I try harder and harder to resist but more and more images flash before my eyes.
"Stop please!" I beg.
"I told you to empty yourself of emotion! ... Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily — weak people," Snape said harshly.
More images of my childhood flash. They move almost too fast for me to comprehend, until something happens and the air feels different. The images slow and change to black before slowly coming to a brown colour. The image focus onto a head of brown curls and my heart drops. I drop to my knees using all my energy to make it stop but it comes coming faster and faster until the image focuses on her face and I know he's seen. The next memories come and there's nothing I can do to stop them. The memories come and Snape knows my inner secrets. Snape knows now I'm not the boy I've been pretending to be the last 6 years. Of all people Snape knows. He knows everything.
I see her the first day on the train. I see her face crying before it changes to an older version smiling. The angle of the memory drifts out and I see her in a pink dress. It's the yule ball. I panic but can't do anything about it. I see myself staring at her all night, watching her dancing with every guy. The memories jump and faded before refocusing on Pansy face the first time we had sex. I feel sick as hell. She drifts off and fades back to Granger. She laughing and smiling holding Harry and Ron in a hug the first day back in 4th year. She's kissing Krum behind the school after hours. She is doing Ron's potions homework in the great hall. She's punching me in the face in 3rd year. She running to class bumping into me by accident. She's holding Ron's hand in the hallway. She's sitting at his hospital bed when I hit him with a bludger in Quidditch. She's kissing my cheek when I'm 7. She's smiling brillantly as my mother combs her hair with a fine comb. She's twirling in the Head Dormitories when she thinks I'm not looking. She's everywhere and there's nothing I can do about it. I can't hide her. I see every girl I've ever slept with fading in and out between Grangers face. I see her at the lake behind the manor, she's 8 and we're jumping in, back when we were young. I see her face against the moonlight as she sleeps in the head dormitory only a few nights ago. I feel terribly ashamed as it plays out in front of Snape. I had watched her because I couldn't sleep. I flash up then, smiling the Slytherin way as I call her a filthy Mudblood. Something happens then. It's as if every time I've called her a Mudblood suddenly merges into one as I hit the wall. But then she appears again, tall and proud, smiling. And I see myself crying into the sink at the Manor.
Snape drops the spell and I shield my face from his view. My breathing is fast and painful. He doesn't say anything and for a while I'm grateful. I know I can't lie. I would just embarrass myself further. I gather myself off the floor and stand tall and proud like a Malfoy should.
"You can go Mr. Malfoy," Snape says, turning away from me. With a slight turn of his face I can see his expression. He looks ashamed. I bow my head.
"But what about the lesson?" I ask, even though I'm too embarrassed to continue.
"Just leave," he says a certain level of sadness in his voice.
"I'm sorry," I say as I turn to leave. As I reach the door he clears he's throat.
"Mr. Malfoy…" he says as I turn.
"Yes?"
"If I were you I'd take these lesson very seriously if you don't want the ones you care about to suffer. I would also take into consideration the side in which you have chosen to stand. It's a hard line to walk…" he says, whispering towards the end.
"…and when you walk it, you walk alone."
I march out before he can say anything else.
When I return to the dormitory I break down. I kick in the door to find Granger staring sacredly at me from behind a book.
"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" I scream, grabbing a table and throwing it against the wall. She stares at me horror struck, but I don't stop. I throw the chairs across the room and the break against the cold rock walls. I kick in the bookcase and Granger winces.
"Draco what's wrong?" she yells, terrified. I kick in the bookcase again in anger.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT! I'M NOT DRACO ANYMORE YOU STUPID BITCH. I'M NOT HIM ANYMORE. GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL!" I bellow out. I go into the bedroom and kick in anything that I can see until I feel a weight on my back.
"GET OFF ME!" I scream as Granger jumps on my back trying to make me stop. I throw her down on my bed and it collapses beneath the weight and force of the throw. She looks ruffled and frightened. But also she looks younger, years younger and I can't help but hate her for it.
"Please stop!" she begs, beginning to cry.
"Oh here we go again!" I say storming back into the sitting room. She follows.
"Please," she begs again, reaching for my hand. I pull away harshly.
"DON'T!" I cry. An intense look crosses her face and she moves behind the couch and grabs her bag. She throws it on the broken counter top and runs to the bedroom. When she returns, she carrying a set of clothes, tooth brush, pjs, and her books. She puts them in the bag and slings them over her shoulder.
"What are you doing?" I ask, a little scared to be left alone. She gives me a pitiful look, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"Fuck you Malfoy," she whispers before leaving. Her hair bouncing brilliant as she sways away. My heart drops down to my toes but I think maybe it's just me digesting some food, because even I don't believe I have a heart anymore.
Thanks for reading! I was wondering, is everyone okay with the pace of this story? Am I going to slow? Would you like the romance to come quicker? Give me your thoughts on how the story is going PRETTY PLEASE?