Personal Thoughts.
Drowning in Envy.
Brown eyes pierced the darkness bright beneath the dark cloak and hair that hid the face they were placed on. The girl was standing in front of a looming manor with lightning streaking the sky above her and wind whipping her hair into her face and making the rain pelt her and soak her to the bone. She apparated here only moments ago and she couldn't decide if she wanted to go in or not. She was confused by her actions, but then again she was also confused by her feelings. She didn't know what she wanted. She liked killing she had enjoyed making that death eater suffer like it was something that she wanted to do again. Now standing here shaking in the cold she didn't know if she was making the right descision but she wasn't happy with the boys anymore. She didn't get pleasure from being good. She just wanted to do something bad for once in her life and so here she was. Hermione Granger was switching sides.
Malfloy Manor loomed in the distance shrouded by thick fog like the rest of the buildings on the cobbled road. The gates were just the kind of gates you figured you would see. She didn't have anywhere else to go though and she was about to face the people she was supposed to be killing and was going to ask to be taken in. She would be fighting against her family, her friends, the ones she loved and cared for; that is if the death eaters accepted her. She would cook for them if she had to. She would even clean for them but she needed somewhere to be. Anywhere but in the house with all the stress, the boys who couldn't even take care of themselves. Honestly, where would Harry be had she not been there all along to save him, and Ron, he couldn't even tie his shoe by himself nonetheless survive in a fight. She was always their shield and she was tired of it. She didn't want to be anymore. She just didn't like to be put off to the side when she was always the one saving everyone. She was pushed into the background at all times and she was tired of it.
She took a step toward the gate and it's like she couldn't hear. It was like all the sound had been blocked out. Cloaked figures surrounded her and grabbed at her pulling her toward the building. She let them drag her not bothering to fight like they thought she would. Once in the safety of what looked to be their dining room the cloaked figures threw her on the ground and others strode in looking down at her with disdain in their eyes. Draco Malfloy and Bellatrix Lestrange's eyes were the ones that drug her to the most attention. Bellatrix's because she was the only girl in the room who stood powerful and strong, and Draco's because well it was Draco, need she say more?
The people who were glaring down at her with rage in their eyes wondering why she was on their land suddenly averted their eyes as if some force pulled them away like puppets on strings. The room emptied out and she was left alone. Her body felt cold as she sat there. A puddle was forming around her and the cloak clung to her head and her body; a sort of safety blanket she was using to keep shielded as if the thin fabric would save her. The dark lord held no mercy though and their wouldn't even be remnants of that "safety blanket" if he got a hold of her. She didn't dare glance up at the snake slit eyes that were probably staring down at her right now. She wanted to show the upmost respect, all things considered she was in his, a term set loosely, house. It wasn't as if she were here to set a rampage on them all. She didn't even have a wand on her.
"Oh, girl, get up. I know why you're here." His tone was scary and uneven. She wondered where he got those qualities from because it certainly wasn't from Harry's blood. Hermione dipped her head low as she stood up from the ground. Reading so many books sure did come in handy when you came across a time when you need proper etiquette. A book cover automatically flashed in her mind of A good English girl's guide to proper etiquette: meeting elders. She had read it twice at least considering it was hard to find anything good to read when you were trapped in a house all summer because your muggle parents worked all the time.
She could feel him coming nearer to her and she tried to stay tall and unfrightened but it was hard. It was like she was shaking to the bone. He came so close she could see the mud on his shoes but he stopped and called for Draco. The teen boy scurried in and pulled Hermione off the ground who looked out from beneath her hood with dead eyes. He pulled her through the house and into a small dark room that smelled just like him. The room was in disarray with clothes scattered everywhere and there was a chair thrown over in the corner. He led her to the bed with gentle hands and pushed her into a sitting position. She was shocked at first but soon let him pull the cloak from her grasp and off her. She was soaked there was no doubt about it but he let her stay on the bed. He left for a minute giving her more time to look at her surroundings. It was dark and dismal like the room was setting you up for the dark Draco that hid behind the straight smile. Maybe he wasn't so perfect as he let it off to be.
He soon came back though with clothes tucked beneath his arms. He didn't say a word just set them in her lap and left the room to wait. She looked down at them. Her eyes welled with tears but she couldn't break down she just wouldn't. She stripped of her old clothes and pulled the silk robe over her shoulder and tied it at the waist before going to the door and opening it to Draco who was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. He opened one and looked at her but shut it again in a hurry. She moved back to the bed as she saw Draco take a deep breath before coming in the room. She looked up at him with deep brown eyes studying him.
The pale haired boy leaned down at her feet taking her hand in his and pressing his lips to her knuckles. "We knew you would come…" He told her keeping his steel eyes locked on hers. "Welcome to your new home." She had been drowning in the envy she had for them because they all seemed so content with being evil and she wanted a slice of that and now she didn't have to worry any longer. She had what she wanted. She could finally break through the surface and breathe.
Hello again dearies.
For some reason I have really fallen in love with this one. I'm quite considering to turn it into a larger story but I haven't decided yet. What do you guys think? Yes or no? ah, well comments are my best friends they make my tummy all warm and fuzzy hehe. So just because I own the best fuzzy hat in the entire world (which I'm wearing) doesn't mean I own Harry Potter of and of J.K. Rowlings characters… I know it's a sad day for me too. So I have a question for you guys, which one do you want to see more, Dumbledore walking through whilst in a bathrobe and eating a slice of pizza, or Snape getting caught in the prefects bathroom at midnight singing 'rub a dub dub three men in a tub.' Tell me whatcha think loves.
*Rayn