"The Making's of One Draco Malfoy."
Chapter 7, Book One
Sometimes Trying to Make things Better, Will only make it Worse
'I need to talk to Draco, I need to talk to Draco.' Hermione thought all throughout her busy day. Several times Harry and Ron had tried to shake her out of it, but there was no reasoning with her. Hermione was thinking deeply, and nobody could get her to stop.
The day had past slowly and by lunchtime Hermione was almost about to give herself a migraine, from thinking so hard. To top off it off Hermione's mood had dampened when it started raining. This just wasn't a good day.
Draco would be leaving for the Christmas holidays along with everybody else by the end of the week. 'Wow time has flown recently' She thought as she watched Harry, Ron, Ginny, Dean, Lee, Fred and George play exploding snap. Hermione still had 3 papers to write on; Potions, Charms and Muggle Studies and it was already getting late. Deciding she needed a break, Hermione left the common room and walked out to the damp grounds. Hermione didn't have any specific idea on where she wanted to go so she let her feet take her.
Finally choosing to walk around the lake Hermione spotted a figure on the other side, right by the water, crouching low. Watching the figure for a few seconds trying to decipher who it was, Hermione kept walking closer interested on who would be out so late, for the sun was already half way set.
About fifty steps away the mysterious person looked up, the first thing Hermione saw was bright almost white hair. Draco.
'Someone must be on my side for this much of a coincidence to happen.' Hermione thought and smiled as she made to approach Draco.
"Draco, What are you doing out here so late?" Hermione asked calmly. She didn't want to freak him if he really did have depression.
Draco's head snapped up again to the sound of her voice. Then, choosing to ignore her, he got up and walked the opposite way to Hermione without a backwards glance.
"Hey... Hey Draco! Wait up! I need to talk to you." Hermione yelled just loud enough so he could hear. Still no response. 'Fine, if this is how you want to play it.' Hermione mused as she ran towards Draco's retreating figure.
"Hey!" She yelled again right behind him, almost touching his shoulder and back.
This time Draco sighed and came to an abrupt hault, Hermione crashing into him slightly. He turned around and almost glared at Hermione.
"What?" He spat.
Hermione took a deep breath. Clearly he didn't want to talk to her.
Using a calm voice Hermione replied "I've come to see if you're okay. I know you've been avoiding me."
"So? What's it to you?"
"Well you were gone for ages. I didn't-"
"Oh come on Hermione! I was in the Hospital Wing! Are you seriously that thick? I got bashed by the older Slytherin's. What else?"
"Oh Draco, I'm so sorry. If I had-."
"Just shut it Hermione. I don't care about anything anymore. Hell, my own family doesn't even care anymore! So you, can go and get lost. Go and tell someone else about how smart you think you are!"
Anger burned in Hermione, making her whole frame shake. Quick as a whip, she came back with a response.
"You know what Draco? You can sort out your own problems! I don't care! I don't even know why I bothered in the first place! You are cruel, vile and repulsive! You wanted help, so I tried giving it to you! But no, nothing is ever good enough for a freaking Malfoy! You know what, you can sort yourself out of this depression, and you can win back your family by yourself! I quit!"
Hermione glared at Draco waiting for a response. Her shoulder's were rising and falling violently as she breathed heavily from her anger.
As Hermione and Draco stood there it started to rain again, getting saturated where they stood but neither one cared.
"Well?" Hermione said, cracking. "What are you going to say?"
"I-I-I have nothing to say. I-I-I'm sorry." Draco said calmly, his voice building back from the shock. "And, you know what? I don't care." Getting louder and snappier he continued "You know what?" He repeated "I don't want your help! I'm glad to be going home for Christmas! Maybe I might actual get some useful help there." Without another word Draco took off again up towards the castle, leaving Hermione crying in the pouring rain.
"I hate him!" Hermione screamed! 'How dare he say those things to me? I thought he wanted help! Turns out he just wanted a quick pash and then for me to 'get lost'. 'Stupid git.' Hermione thought the entire way sloshing in the rain back up to the castle. 'And what's worse is you believed him! Hermione, you are such an idiot. You will believe any sad story!'
Hermione skipped dinner that night and went to finish her assignments in the Gryffindor common room.
"Password?" The Fat Lady asked as she reached the portrait hole.
"Prucilis Amo."
"Correct, you may enter." Replied the Fat Lady and granted Hermione entrance to the common room.
After drying off Hermione sat herself in her favourite chair by the fire and tried to continue her assignments. Too keyed up to be able to concentrate Hermione snapped her book shut and stood to go to bed.
Hermione felt like her heart had been broken again. Severed into two by a huge arrogant pighead, who was only self absorbed. She knew trusting Draco was a bad thing to do, yet she still did. 'Why?' Hermione thought as she collapsed onto her bed. 'How come I cared for that stupid toad fungus? It's not like anything would change after I did help him, he'd still be a sly and cunning ferret.'
Hermione cried herself to sleep that night, worrying of what was to come, and what was to be.
Again sorry people for another short chapter. I can guarentee the next one will be longer! or do you guys like them shorter? Well i guess i wouldnt kno, because i havent recieved any reviews! please people :(
3 thanks, hope to put next chapter up soon
