Hello Ashy and Emma (<-- hey that's my sister's name! cool!
) I'm glad you like the story and think I'm the great writter! *blush* I don't think so but I'm glad you do! My brain washing powers must work! muhahaha!
but seriously, thank you for taking the time to read my FanFic and I'm thrilled that you enjoy it!
So mucho thanks to my best friend Steve (yes lizzy... STEVE) for betaing for me... despite such awkardness that it might have caused....
so any mistakes still eft in here... blame him... since he's graduated high school now I sure hope he can fix my silly mistakes hahaha... LOVE YOU STEVE!!!! (really having your best guy friend that pretends to be all macho beta something fluffy is really quite funny) ANYWAYS... now that i've found a lovely tangent lets get back on topic...
NEW CHAPTER!!!! Isn't it AMAZING!!!
yeah sorry it's been so long...
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WELL ENJOY!!!!!!
Chapter 44
Draco and Hermione felt as if their classes dragged on for an eternity, having to endure the constant separation from each other, between separate classes and the constant battle between the two feuding houses they couldn’t get a moment together without raising some eyebrows from their fellow classmates. Their entire day was full of silent longing glances and wishful thoughts of being near each other. Draco’s mind, however, was not only clouded by thoughts of his new fiancée but also by the next bump in the road that his father had set before him.
It truly was ironic how the very morning after Draco proposed to Hermione that his father would come to him and tell him to do the same to Parkinson. This was truly getting out of hand, everything continued to get so screwed up in the most disastrous of ways, and it all seemed to be because of his own doing. If he had never been so careless with his feelings neither he nor Hermione would be in any danger, neither of them would be risking their lives with every breath they took. Their lives would have taken the course that it was supposed to, with him shadowed in the darkness and her standing in the brilliant light.
“Mr. Malfoy!” Professor McGonagall snapped.
“What?” Draco said in one of his many arrogant tones.
“I would appreciate it if you would pay attention in my class, Mr. Malfoy. Would you like a detention to help better remind you to do so?” Professor McGonagall asked hotly.
“No Professor.”
“Very well. Now can anyone tell me the basic theory of a Protean Charm?” Professor McGonagall’s eyes lingered on Draco for a moment, and Draco thought he saw a small flicker of concern in her eyes. Draco slouched back in his chair, trying to drown out Professor McGonagall’s voice and focus back on his own problems. That continued to echo throughout his head.
His own devastating words then continued to bounce around his mind driving him insane, nay mad, as he sat there in that classroom. Images flashed across his mind.
He and Hermione running for their lives.
The two of them hiding in a shack in the middle of nowhere.
His father and the rest of the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord finding them, bursting open the door of the shack as the two of them stood in a corner trapped.
They being ripped apart from each other, trying desperately to grasp one another again.
He being tortured by his father as he listened to Hermione ear splitting screams and then a defining silence.
Draco snapped back out of his terrifying daydream as the bell sounded in the classroom, he mindlessly grabbed up his bag and walked without feeling out into the corridor. A dark hole in his stomach growing bigger and bigger as his mind was set about doing what he would have punched him across the face for thinking if he was acting sane in any matter.
It had to end.
Before it killed them.
XoXoXo
Draco paced back and forth in front of the fireplace once again. His hands placed behind his back and his head hung low, only to move back up to check the time every minute or so.
He stopped pacing and turned around to face the portrait hole once he heard it open, taking even breaths trying to maintain every once of composure he had in him.
“Oh Merlin, I’m sorry I’m back so late! But Professor Alvernon wanted to speak to me about my last paper for her and she was wondering if she could keep it as an example! Isn’t that just…” Hermione trailed off as she saw the way that Draco was looking at her, her mind tried to pin point the look in his eyes but couldn’t figure out what it could possibly be.
“Draco, what’s wrong?” Hermione asked him softly, she dropped her bag down onto the floor in the middle of the room, and walked over slowly to him. She watched his eyes drop down to the floor, making Hermione instantly even more concerned. “Draco, what is it?” Hermione rested her hand against his cheek rubbing her thumb gently against it, then grabbing his hand she pulled him down to sit next to her on the couch.
“Hermione, I don’t know how to say it, but—“ Draco trailed off, unable to find the right words to say.
“Draco, then just tell me.” Hermione urged.
“I’m going to ask Dumbledore to find a new Head Boy.” Draco said crestfallen.
“What?” Hermione looked at Draco dumbfounded.
“Hermione, I can’t do this. It’s a mistake, a enormous mistake.”
“Draco, what are you saying?” Hermione’s voice grew slightly louder and changed to a very serious tone.
“I’m saying that we can’t be! It’s impossible! Who were we trying to fool? I’m a Slytherin you’re a Gryffindor. I’m a pureblood and you’re a –“ Draco stood up shouting, only stopping when he couldn’t say the words.
“A what Draco? A blasted MUDBLOOD? Are you really going to resort back to your prejudices after everything? Everything we have is so worthless that your going to throw it away because of a few prejudices that your stupid father and all his cronies fixed up for you? You’re that old fashioned?” Hermione asked infuriated, standing up just as abruptly as Draco had.
“And if I am? If I do believe in my father’s ways what then?” Draco yelled.
“Then you might as well go join up with his little band of murderous fiends and try to take over the world with bloody Voldemort!” Hermione screamed back at him throwing her hands up into the air with fury.
“Maybe I will!” Draco yelled back. “Maybe then I can be the one to kill you in that bloody final battle! I’ll watch you scream as you die and –“ Draco stopped talking as he realized what he had said, his eyes widened, and he looked mortified.
“And what!” Hermione spat at him, and Draco’s eyes found the floor once again, unable to look Hermione in the eye any longer.
“And I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, I would die first. I would kill anyone who would try to hurt you.” Draco whispered, Hermione looked taken aback and her features softened, she grabbed his hand and cupped his cheek, pulling his face up so that he was looking her in the eye.
“This isn’t about old fashioned prejudices is it?” Hermione asked softly.
“No.”
“Then what is about?”
“I’m scared I’ll loose you.” Draco’s eyes welled up with unshed tears, and Hermione instantly wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his chest.
“You won’t loose me.”
“You can’t know that.” Hermione looked up at him, and he reached up and brushed her cheek with the pad of his thumb.
“Yes, because I won’t die until I’m old and gray and in your arms. I won’t let myself.” Hermione said in a very matter-of-fact tone.
“Hermione—“ Draco started.
“What are you thinking Draco? That we will have to run away to the middle of no where and then your father will find us, bring the entire dark side and tear us apart?” Hermione asked him humorously, but he could still hear the seriousness in her voice.
“Yes.”
“Draco—”
“I’m terrified something will happen to you and I’ll never be able to hold you in my arms again, alright?” Draco looked at Hermione, curious as it looked like she was thinking very hard about something.
“I’ll be right back.” She said after a moment of silence, pulling herself out of Draco’s arms and making her way back to the portrait hole.
“Where are you going?” Draco grabbled her hand pulling her back to face him.
“I’m going to go tell Harry that we’re leaving now to go kill Voldemort so you won’t be so worried about me and you can get the silly notion that your going to loose me to some very stupid, very prejudiced, right fowl, evil bad guys. That’s all.” Hermione said simply.
“Hermione!” Draco cried.
“No, I’m going to do this. I’m going to leave with Harry as soon as possible, even if that means before school is over and take care of this bloody Voldemort so that you can get the silly notion that I’m going to die at the hands of the dark side.”
“No.” Draco said firmly.
“No?” Hermione asked incredulously.
“No.”
“You’re going to stop me?” She said, disbelief echoed in her voice.
“For now. I’ll let you go with Harry and defeat the Dark Lord. But not now.”
“Will you get the silly notion out of your head that I’m going to die because of your father?”
“If it means you not leaving now, then yes.”
“And will you stay here as Head Boy and not go find someone new?”
“Yes.”
“And will I get my ring?” Hermione said hopefully
“Yes. But about that…” Draco trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.
“More bad news?” Hermione sighed.
“Yeah, you might want to sit down.” Hermione looked at Draco worried, but she moved past him, holding his hand the entire time, and sat down on the couch, pulling Draco so that he was sitting down next to her.
“Well give it to me then.”
“Well I’ve been betrothed to Pansy since birth and my father wants me to ask her officially to marry her this week.” Draco said slowly.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Hermione yelled.
