Okay, I didn't reply to any reviews in my last update, just so I could post it ASAP, so now I will! Yay! Thank you again you guys for reading and reviewing, I love every single review I get. I'm a little depressed though, because our school lost the game! It was 29 -26, and we were in the lead until there was 3 minutes left. It was an exciting game, and i hate that we lost. Our school has lost every year for the past like, five years, so it sucks.
Talis Ruadair- It's American football, sorry, I never mentioned I am American. It is a huge compliment to me that you didn't know which football I was talking about, since I am writing a story that is supposed to take place in England!
I'm Anonymous so. Hah D- Yea, I kind of suck at multitasking, but I'm hoping to get better. Hoping being the key word. School is getting into full swing and I need to get used to homework again, so blech. I think it is a Hermione thing to do, to try and "keep the peace" by avoiding him until she cools down. Not like she can avoid him for long!
KeepMovingForward- Gotta love the start of school! Everything just gets crazy!
XxBlackShadowMagicxX- Haha, I know, I need so more Draco too, I hope this chapter has enough of him for you!
Now, onto the story! :D
Chapter 7
Truce
Draco makes his escape the second he can, shooting out of his seat in the Great Hall and spiriting through the castle and up to the Heads' dorm. All through dinner he had an uneasy feeling in his gut, that only grew worse the longer he stayed at the feast. In the weeks before he came to Hogwarts, he realized a pattern. Before an "attack", meaning the unbearable pain that comes from him not having bonded with his mate yet, he always gets an uneasy feeling in his stomach.
Today though, he had hoped it was just nerves.
It wasn't.
He barely made it through the portrait in the common room, being yelled at by the bitchy mermaid the whole time, before he collapsed on the floor in agony.
The pain of not being with his mate is worse than anything he has ever experienced. Worse the the cruciatus curse, which he had been under plenty of times with serving the Dark Lord.
This pain effects every fiber of his being, forcing him to curl up in himself.
Silent tears run down his cheeks as he clenches his jaw, determined not to let out a sound.
Round after round of waves of pain crashes upon him.
Time passes, but it seems to take forever for the pain to fade. He has no concept of the minutes that pass, for pain seems to creep into every part of his mind. Warping his senses, making him set on only one thing.
Finding his mate.
After sometime, the pain finally dulls away until it is like it never existed, like it never happened. He isn't so stupid to think that it won't happen again, he knows it will. With great care, he manages to push himself up from his position on the floor. Every muscle in his body aches as he makes his way to the couch. He is too weak after having an attack to make his way up the stairs to his room.
He sprawls across the couch and closes his eyes before exhaling a long breath. "Where is she?" He murmurs. pinching the bridge of his nose. Where is she indeed? Shouldn't he have some sense of his mate?
He is dozing when he hears a commotion outside the common room.
"I heard you the first time!" The mermaid snaps as the portrait swings open. He resists groaning at the sound of the portrait's irritating voice. He doesn't remember what the mermaid had yelled at him, since he was half delusional with pain at the time, but he knows she was mad at him for disturbing her hair brushing time.
Footsteps sound as Granger enters the common room in a huff.
Without opening his eyes, he speaks, "Looks like you annoyed her too." He murmurs half-heartedly.
"Malfoy?" More footsteps as she makes her way to the couch.
He cracks an eye open to look at her, from her facial expression he looks like crap. "Yes, Granger?" He replies, making his voice sound emotionless. He is good at that, and he should be considering he has had plenty of practice.
"Umm..." He watches as she chews on her bottom lip, clearly nervous. What had happened to Granger? The girl he remembers would be demanding to know why he looks like crap, yet here she is, timidly avoiding the question in front of him.
Had dating Weasley reduced her to this?
"Spit it out." He sighs, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. He doesn't want to deal with this right now. He needs to focus on finding his mate, not fixing emotionally wrecked Granger. She got herself in that mess of a relationship, she can get herself out.
It that's true, then way does his heart clench at the thought of her going through with this a marrying Weasel?
"Are you okay? You look-"
"Like I just got beat up by a troll?" He offers. He doesn't know why he is still talking to the mudblood. Maybe because he is still too exhausted to make his way up to his room.
"Yeah." She nods, concern coloring her features. His heart warms at the thought of her caring enough about him to be concerned, then hardens again. He doesn't care about her. He just want his mate so bad he is delusional about Granger.
"None of your business." He replies shortly. She doesn't look surprised by this answer, instead, it looks like she expected such a retort from him. For some reason, that makes him want to tell her exactly why he looks like he does. But he doesn't.
Something about her shifts then, she straightens up and carefully composes herself. "Well then, Malfoy, since we have to share a dorm for the year, I think it might be a good idea for us to have a truce. It will be easier to carry out our duties if we aren't fighting at the time. And-"
"Fine."
"Fine?" She echos, confused. He can tells she had been expecting an insult, not an agreement. That brings a smirk to his face, Granger doesn't know anything.
"Yes, Granger, fine. I'm agreeing with you, we should call a truce, at least until the end of the year. Unless you don't want a truce after all." He raises one perfect eyebrow at her. Even if he isn't feeling one hundred percent, he can still act cocky.
"No, no, a truce is good. I'm just surprised is all." She bites her li again, and Draco finds his eyes draw down to her lips. He wonders what it would feel like to kiss her, to taste those soft looking lips and...
He shakes his head, clearing those thoughts out of his head. He is not thinking of the mudblood in that way.
"Anything else?" He asks, pointing out that fact she hasn't moved an inch.
"N-no." She shakes her head furiously, causing her unruly hair to fly around her face. "Goodnight, Malfoy." She tells him, before quickly making her exit. He watches her as she scampers up the stairs to her room, a hollow feeling settling in his chest.
What is happening to him?
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Hermione has to admit, she is surprised at how readily Malfoy had agreed to a truce. "Maybe he has changed." She muses aloud as she pushes open the door to her room. All thoughts of the blonde haired, silver eyed boy down stairs disappear as she looks around, gaping in amazement.
The room is decorated in scarlet and gold, her house colors, in a stunning arrangement. A huge bed takes up most the the room, placed in the center of the room. It is adorned with a scarlet comforters and huge fluffy pillows, laces with gold trim. The walls are a deep burgundy and the floor is the same shade made out of carpeted material. Golden trimming lines the ceiling and floor. A dark wood bedside table stands proudly beside the bed.
A large desk is pushed up against a wall with a huge window, which is covered with golden drapes. A dresser is beside the door, and another door stands on the opposite wall of the window.
A door that leads to her own bathroom. A squeal of delight escapes her lips as she grabs her pyjamas and enters the bathroom.
The bathroom is huge as will, containing a shower and a bath big enough for three people. Two sinks sit in front of a large mirror and a medicine cabinet stands between them. She doesn't think twice about the second sink, she is too happy about finally having her own bathroom and bedroom. She quickly changes into her nightgown , brushes her teeth, and runs a brush through her hair, then walks back into her bedroom.
Exhausted and ready for bed, she climbs between the cover of her bed and uses her wand to turn off the light. Tomorrow will be her first day of classes, and her schedule is filled to the brim. She isn't taking as many as she had in third year, but she is taking a lot more than Harry or Ron.
Ron...
She sighs, burying her face in her pillow. If she is honest with herself, she knows she doesn't love Ron like people should love their husbands. Yes, she loves him, but not in that way.
Not that she'll ever do anything about it.
Ginny would never forgive her if she broke off the engagement. Hermione bites her lip, trying not to remember the conversation she had with Ginny about Ron.
"Hermione, he is totally in love with you." Ginny grins at her best friend, sprawling out on her bed. The bushy haired witch joins her on the bed, a look of contempt on her pretty face.
"I know, Gin, but-"
"Not buts about it!" The redhead exclaims, shaking her head. "He proposed to you! Your getting married! This is no time to have cold feet!" She gestures to the hulking diamond on Hermione's finger.
She sighs, biting back her response as she plays with the ring on her finger. Yes, Ron had proposed, and yes he loves her, but she doesn't love him. She yearns to confide in her best friend, but he best friend is also the sister of her fiance.
"Besides, you'll finally be my sister!" The youngest Weasley adds.
"I just don't know, Ginny. I'm too young to get married, I don't know if I l-"
Ginny cuts her off a second time. "You don't have to get married tomorrow! After school is over, then we'll start planning, okay? Trust me, 'Mione, Ron loves you. You two are supposed to be together!"
Supposed to be, not meant to be, Hermione wants to point out, but she stays quiet.
"Besides, Ron would be heartbroken if you turn him down, and if you did, I might just have to hunt you down!" The grin is still in place on the redheads face, she is teasing, Hermione knows that. But she can't help but wonder if there is some truth to her words.
"Stop it!" She growls to herself, forcing the memory from her mind. Ginny is her friend, and soon going to be her sister, Ron is her boyfriend and soon going to be her husband. Not buts about it. She is marrying Ron Weasley.
YAY! I posted another chapter quickly! It's longer than the last, and it has Draco! So, tell me what you think and please review! Question of the Day: What house would you like to be in?