Hermione Granger:
Grabbing my bag, I headed out the door to clear my head.It was full of worry and confusion of all of the days events, recently. Knowing there was only one place that always made me smile, I walked two blocks to the local bookstore.
Walking into the store I heard the bell ring, as if the place welcomed me.
"Good Morning Mam." Greats the smiling owner. I nodded and smiled at him before walking into the back where my favorite section stood.
This place is my home away from home. I could sit here for hours and just be immersed into the worlds these authors would create. Leaving the world I am in behind, and to be thrown into the lands I can only imagined.
Reading about lives I can dream of having, and being swept away by the "Prince Charming" on a his noble gallant steed. I know that only happens in the novels but it doesn't hurt to dream. I thought I once had that with Draco, I mean. But, as you can see, the whole event of falling in love and being in love, with love being returned… doesn't seem to be in our fate, in our case.
My eyes scanned the last name of the authors, searching for my most cherished titles. Finally finding Austen, I reached for Pride and Prejudice, till another hand, pale and slender reaches onto mine.
Draco Malfoy:
To dream is to be dead, for only a brief moment. Only then can I understand that reality is the true delusion.
I truly loathe every part of me that has ever kept me apart from you. Fate, as you see, has never been my friend, and it has dismayed me into a great tragedy that I will continue to live with an insufferable consistency… because, only with an afflicted heart, will I truly be in love with you.
An ashy cloud hung low against the garden that surrounded me like a labrynth. Something drove me into multiple directions. Not too far and above upon a tall marble balcony, Granger had rested head against her palm. She didn't speak, with her eyes that gazed over the golden moon. For she can only be envious, the moon is but alone is a dark dreary place where sounds were unheard of. I wish not for Granger to be that way, for I would comfort her, but not now. Though, without words, her eyes were saying something. I could not speak.
From below, I saw her sigh. I wished for her to speak with words of her most elegant voice that could sing me to sleep, as if I was bewitched.
"Oh blimey" She says. I rushed against the wall to avoid been seen.
"O Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo?" She says and then laughs.
"How pathetic. Silly books have drove me daft… Juliette may not have been the most brightest girls, but now I understand. To love someone you can't." She folded her arms and sunk her face into its crevice.
"Why Draco? Draco Lucius Malfoy!" She shouted in a contemptful laugh. "Why can't we be content with… just, Draco."
"I don't care!" She shouts and then continues, "maybe once, but does it really matter? When was it important of your status of blood, or what house you belonged in… in school! And Malfoy, your family may be be manic, but there's something in you- you're so much capable of." She draws in another sigh and quietly weeps.
I walk in closer. For her, I will only be Draco and Malfoy will only be a name, and my blood will only be the proof of a child we could bare. I stepped away from the wall and into the beam of the moon.
"Maybe you'll help me." I shout. She jerks back and yells, "who's there?"
"I don't know what to say, if my name should no longer have a meaning."
"Draco?" She asks. "But, you are Draco Malfoy. What are you talking about, are you daft?" She questions as she looked over the hedge.
"How did you find me?" She asks.
"Not even I can answer that properly."
"You're going to get yourselves killed being out here this late!"
"With you, Granger, I doubt I will." I hear her laugh as I tried to find my way way up.
Hanging by the ledge I tell her, "Hermione". She doesn't respond.
"Believe me. When we were kids, I only made fun of you because that was the only logical way for me to approach you. I never hated you, I love you and my life is opposed to it." I tell her.
"Don't be ridiculous." She tells me. "Love is but a an overused lie I don't want to believe in" she says cheekily. "It only works in books, and don't think for one second that because I read them, that I'll fall for you." She says.
"You're a terrible liar." I say with a chuckle.
"Hey!" Says a voice from afar.
"Be gone, you gruesome brute." Yells Weasley approaching from below.
"You come by my flat after all you've done. You must have some nerve to come here." I dropped myself onto the ground below. "I don't mean any harm." I explained.
"Back off from Hermione, you have no business here." He removes his wand from his back pocket.
" Ronald, stop, please..." Hermione exclaimed from above us.
"Big mistake." I drew out my wand. Ron's hand trembles as he stood in front of him. I refused to cast.
"Avada Kedavra!" He shouts without hesitation. My mind goes blank and my wand flicks, deflecting the green light. It shoots upwards and then Granger falls cold on the balcony. My head flashes towards Weasley. Pointing my wand I shout Avada Kedavra. My want resents it. Repeating after repeats. My arm starts burning and I collapsed on to the ground. I roll over, trying to scurry away until my hand slips into a small body of water. I jolt back and I glare at it for awhile. The thought comes in after a moment, the curse only works with hatred and can not act on anger. Still gleaming into the water, I found a face familiar to me.
Tom Riddle is I.
I stood up, pointing my wand, Cruicio.
Weasely falls backwards. Trembling with his eyes rolled back. Instance pleasure drove in me, that an instant death can not provoke.
My arm is burning again and I fall into the pond. I kept sinking. Sinking for eternity into a confined space of nothing. A face arrives in front beside me, pulling me up.
I can help you.
Hermione Granger:
"Oh, pardon me." Says the man reaching over me. I looked over the shoulder to find a young
man with dark colored eyes resting on mine.
"Well blimey, this must just be embarrassing." He took the book from off the shelf and points
to it.
"Trust me. It's just for my study in Literature… but, I won't be needing it quite yet." He hands
the book over to me. "Here." I smile, "Thank you." Taking the book from his hand, I admit to him
that it was one of my favorite books.
He takes in a satisfying sigh and says, "It's a brilliant piece of work." He turns back to the
shelf. "Not a word to anybody" he mumbles jokingly. He then clears his voice to resemble the
sweet sounds I can imagine of Fitzwilliam Darcy.
"In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me
to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." He looks away from the countless spines among
the shelves in front of him and smiles.
"Tom." He greets. I take his hand. "Hermione. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Quite a pleasure."
Draco Malfoy:
I jolted out of bed with a taste of apnea.
I gasped for air, catching my breath for about five minutes before rising out of bed. I felt nauseous and lightheaded the moment as I forced myself to hold my own weight. Colors swarmed in front of me, and I fell forward onto my face.
"Malfoy!" I heard from afar. Two pounding footsteps scurried by my collapsed body, the sound bouncing against the insides of my skull.
"Malfoy!" I hear again.
I was soon held up by Crabbe and Goyle, and it wasn't long before I felt better. Better enough to move actively.
With Granger still absent, we wandered about in the streets, and withing a few moments, I
came across one of my vividest nightmares.