10One of a Kind
AN: So...do ya miss me? I'll bet you do, I'm also willing to bet that the majority of you thought I abandoned this along with some others, well you were right. But now you're wrong.
Just cause I love proving people wrong :/ just kidding...mostly :P
so my inspiration for this has died down a bit, but, in my opinion, my writing has matured as some of you may have realised, so...ENJOY!
Chapter 4 - Thnks fr th Mmrs
I couldn't help myself, by the time Joanna and I got home, I found myself reminiscing. My annoyingly uncontrollable mind kept flashing back to my last year at Hogwarts. At the time, I would've told anyone that those were the best months of my life, now I wasn't quite so sure. Draco provided a sanctuary for me, he was my safe haven, when the war became too much, or if Ron's pestering got too bugging, Draco was the one I'd run to. I'd send him a note with the simple word: Help?, and he would meet me in the Room of Requirement where we would usually spend the night.
We didn't do anything...inappropriate, most of the time we just sat there, cuddled up in each other's arms staring into the fire. Sometimes we spoke, sometimes we laughed, sometimes we cried. It honestly just depended on what was going on that day, or that week.
Memories of one particular week flooded through my head, and me, being the vulnerable little idiot that I am, couldn't stop the flow of thoughts. And as usual, I wondered; what if?
I closed my eyes in exasperation. If ever this was ever getting to be too much, it was now. How on Earth was anyone supposed to do this? How could anyone spend their life either a) worried about an oncoming war, or b) constantly rejecting your best friend because you were already secretly dating his worst enemy? I wondered every single day if it would just be better to tell everyone, and if not everyone, then at least Harry, Ginny and especially Ron. But I knew that wouldn't solve anything, Ron knowing about us would only break his heart even more, and I would risk him never speaking to me again, not to mention Harry and Ginny.
I'm gonna make you bend and break (it sent you to me without wings)
Say a prayer, but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show (let the good times roll, let the good times roll)
And I want these words to make things right
But it's the wrongs that makes the words come to life
Who does he think he is?
If that's the worst you got better put your fingers back to the keys
No, no matter what happened, me and Draco had to be kept a secret. If word got to his father about this...well, he'd already be dead by the time it reached the rest of the school, and considering how quickly rumors spread in a place like this, that was saying a lot about the speed of Lucius's reactions. Seriously, it was like wildfire. Just a couple of days ago, Lavender 'thought' she overheard Ron and Harry going on about the 'difference between Cho and Ginny', when really, they were trying to figure out if they'd rather cast a huge Bubble-Head Charm with no outside help, or eat a bunch of Gillyweed. Yes, three years after the Triwizard Tournament Harry was still debating on what he should've done, but on a much larger scale, as if he'd ever need to go underwater for an hour again. And by the next day, Ginny was crying her eyes out because some Ravenclaw told her Harry was going to dump her for Cho because she was a better kisser. It took a lot of persuading from Harry and Ron, and a bit from me, to convince her that it was all rubbish, a pathetic rumor started by the infinitely jealous Lavender Brown.
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter
I had to do it, I couldn't keep this in. I had to let it out or my head might just burst from the inside out. From the hallway on the seventh floor, I watched Ron's retreating figure, and once he was out of earshot and eye-sight, I turned back the way I came and ran to the Fat Lady. But of course, being a witch in Hogwarts, I had to have the worst of luck. There was a huge crowd in front of the Fat Lady, a bunch of Gryffindors were trying to get in, apparently Neville had forgotten the password again and everyone else thought watching him make a fool of himself would be more amusing than just getting into the Common Room. I pushed through the crowd and found myself beside Neville Longbottom, I shoved him to the side and glared at the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Flutterby Bush "Okay, okay, it's about time, enter." She rolled her eyes and swung open. As I stormed into the Common Room and was about to run up the stairs to the Girl's Dormitory, I heard Neville say: "I knew it had something to do with wings! Something with an F...oh wait, what was it again? Seamus, what was the password?" I had already left before I head Seamus' answer, but I doubt it could've been pleasant.
One night yeah and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
See, He tastes like you only sweeter
ooooooooh
I slammed open the door, surprising Parvati who was sitting by the window closest by her bed, she seemed to just be aimlessly staring out at the scenery, but I knew her well enough to know something was up, I was just too irritated to care what it was at the time. Though I did make a mental note to ask her about it later. I unlocked my secret drawer with a few advanced spells and pulled it open, I grabbed my spare bit of magical parchment, enchanted so that only the person who was meant to read could open it. I scribbled down the words: 'Please help', and folded up the parchment. On the front I wrote DM and bewitched it to be written in green ink. I tapped the parchment with the tip of my wand and it disappeared, I knew that within the next few seconds it would appear in Draco's left hand. And tonight, at exactly 8:30, after we'd eaten dinner, he'd be waiting for me in the Room of Requirements on the purple couch by the fire. I sighed and flopped down onto my bed, I groaned and rolled over. This life was just getting pathetic and pointless. The only few lessons worth going to now were Potions, DADA, Transfiguration and Herbology. Nothing else mattered anymore, all my other teachers were getting increasingly panicked about the slowly looming war and were getting skittier and...stranger every lesson. They didn't even teach us anymore, McGonagall managed to keep her calm, Snape always did, Dumbledore, our new DADA teacher, was always the perfect symbol of peace and serenity, and of course Sprout just had to shove a bunch of plants in our faces and make us tame them. Her job wasn't that hard. Sighing, I let my mind fill with thoughts of Draco, his silky blond hair, those deep grey eyes, his soft lips, the feel of his muscled chest under my fingers, and most of all...that Before I realised what was happening, I fell asleep, and the last thing I thought of was Draco's face, smiling down at me.
Been looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball
It's always cloudy except for (except for)
When you look into the past (look into the past)
One night stand
One night stands out!
After scarfing down the last of my pudding, much to Ginny's surprise and disgust, I ran out of the Great Hall, worriedly aware of the fact that it was already 8:25, and if I didn't run for my life, I'd be late. I've never been late, especially not for Draco. I sprinted up the stairs, cursing every time they moved while I was on them, I had to re-direct my route at least 6 times before finally reaching the blank wall which soon turned into the familiar oak doors of the RoR. I pushed them open, and as usual, my breath caught. It seemed like the vast room was even more beautiful than the last time I was in there, but I knew that was rubbish, it was exactly the same each time, but somehow, I got the feeling that the beauty of the room symbolised my relationship with Draco. It seemed to be growing and blossoming even further, when in reality, we had reached our limit, we could never love each other more than how much we did at the time. Or so I thought. I looked at the couch in front of the fire and saw the familiar sight of Draco's hair above the seat, resting against it. Just looking at him put a smile on my face, how was it possible for anyone to be so bloody perfect? I creeped up behind him, suddenly put my hands on his shoulders and stage-whispered in his ear: "Boo." He didn't so much as flinch. I frowned and jumped over the couch, I landed with a slight thud right next to him and looked up at him. "You could've at least pretended to get scared, you know." I said in mock-serious tones. He just looked at me with a weak smile, something was wrong, very very wrong. But I decided not to press him, he would tell me eventually. And if he didn't, then I may casually slip the question in. "What's going on?" He asked me, his voice gentle and soft, and it had that same sweeping effect on me where I just felt like he was lifting me up off my feet and we were soaring through the air, but our hypothetical flying beings suddenly dropped when I detected the pain in his voice. "Just the usual, Ron keeps bugging me, Neville forgot the bloody password again, Parvati's fighting with Lavender again and Harry and Ginny are having issues, something about the Sorting Hat, and I'm pretty sure she said something about Jam. I just - I needed you. I honestly thought this time I might've exploded." "Now we wouldn't want that, now would we?" He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to his chest, he was wearing a thin shirt, I could feel his muscles through it and see his biceps bulging where the short sleeves ended.
One night, and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter
I shook my head against his chest. "No, not at all." I murmured. Resting against him, I immediately found myself relaxing, my worries slipped away, all thoughts of everything, including Ron, just dissipated from my head. It wasn't fair that he got to do this to me when I couldn't. My bliss was short lived. "Hermione, there's something I have to tell you. And you're not going to like it, I certainly didn't."
One night, yeah one more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
See, He tastes like you only sweeter
I looked up at him, this didn't sound good. "What's wrong, Draco?" I asked him, praying that whatever it is, it wouldn't affect us. This was me being selfish, but when you had someone like Draco in your grasp, you'd be an idiot to let him go. He took a deep breath. "You know how...I have this diary right?" I nodded and looked at him warily. "Well, I write everything in there. Everything. You know that. And I have all sorts of protective charms and spells on it. You know that too. I've done everything I can to stop people from reading it." He closed his eyes. "A couple of days ago, father heard me and mother talking. I was complaining about him, Voldermort just set him on this task, he was supposed to torture information out of someone. I was telling my mom that she had to try to stop him. Father...he thinks I'm getting out of hand. He thinks I may have an outside influence, so he started snooping around my room, trying to find some evidence of me being under the Imperius Curse." My breath caught, I was getting scared, really really scared. "He...he found my diary. At first he would've just flicked through it, wouldn't have paid it any attention, but then he realised that it wasn't that simple. He would have to counter the charms and spells first. And you know how people are. When they can't have something, they want it more. So he got around the charms, it took him hours to do it, but he did. And he read everything, everything about us, everything about my...eavesdropping addiction. And well...he's pulling me out of Hogwarts. He's going to hire a private teacher to home-school me." By this point, his voice was choked, my eyes were filled and his arms were clenched around me.
They say I only think in the form of
Crunching numbers in hotel rooms
Collecting page six lovers
Get me out of my mind
Gets you out of those clothes
I'm a line away from
Getting you into the mood (wa-ooooohhh)
"When - when are you going?" I knew there was no point in complaining, there was no point in trying to persuade him to stay, I knew he couldn't do anything, he didn't want to go. My eyes widened. The end of term? That was a week and a half away! I had And despite myself, I had to ask. "Do you have to go?" "Do you think I want to?!" He pushed me aside and stood up, pacing the room, his fingers interlocked behind me. This was what I feared. "Of course not, Draco, but I had to ask. I don't think...I can't bear..." I looked down, at a loss for words. "I can't lose you." "You won't, I'll keep in touch, Hermione, I swear.
"End of term."
One night, One more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter
"Of course you will, I'll hunt you down myself if you don't, and I mean that." "I know you do." He sat back next to me and took me in his arms. "I'm going to miss you so much." "Don't talk like that, Draco, it's not like we're never going to see each other ever again." "Of course not." I should've realised at the time that there was something off in his voice, I was just too preoccupied with the thought of us being separated. "I mean, the same rules apply to home-schooling right? You still get holidays the same time we do? We can still see each other, it won't be that different." "Hermione, there's something I want us to do before I leave." "Yeah, sure, anything."
One night, Yeah One more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
See, He taste like you only sweeter
I've never known what it was like to be in Harry's shoes, but at that moment, having every single bloody person in Hogwarts staring at us, I finally knew. Draco couldn't seem to care less, maybe because he knew that he would only have to endure this for another week, but I had the rest of the year. The last major thing he wanted to do was go public. He said it was because he wanted to leave with a bang, he wanted to leave having the entire school knowing exactly what kind of person he really was. But I knew somewhere deep inside that it had something to do with the fact that it would really piss his father off. There was no doubt that owls would be sent from certain students, telling their parents what a 'miracle' this was, Slytherin students would definitely be among those students. I was smart enough to know that Lucius would absolutely hate knowing that all his Death Eater buddies knew that his son was dating a Muggle-born. It would irritate the hell out of him, I could see Draco's appeal, I just wish he'd tell me instead of what he thought I wanted to hear. Of course, I didn't realise at the time that I was wrong as I've ever been about anything.
One more night and one more time
thanks for the memories
even though they werent so great
he tastes like you only sweeter
"Shut up." "But - " "No, I said stop it. Stop it right now." "'Mione, just listen - " "NO! I said STOP IT! You've been lying to me! All this time! "Look this is all just a huge misunderstanding!" "No, it's not Draco, you lied to me. It's as simple as that. Before I make a dramatic exit and storm out with tears on my face, can I ask you something?" Draco hesitated, that pause killed me, it broke something inside of me, I didn't even know why. "Yes..." "Did you ever really love me?" That silence was all I needed.
One night, One more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
See, he tastes like you only sweeter
Breaking out of my reverie, I realised I had wandered into my room and was standing out on the balcony, gazing at the beautiful scenery. It's one of the many things I've always loved about this place, the location. It was situated almost right next to the beach, it provided the perfect view of the ocean waves and the sun setting. It was one of my favorite pastimes to just sit there on the balcony for hours, thinking or reading, sometimes both.
But after remembering one of the hardest times of my life, I was brought back to the question that has haunted me since that day I found out that Draco lied to me. What if he really did love me? What if his mother didn't hate me? What if is father really did take him out of Hogwarts? What if I never found out about the dare? What if Blaise never really did say a word to me like he was supposed to? What if Daphne and I didn't become best friends? What if Pansy Parkinson wasn't such a bloody big mouth? What if Ginny never died? What if I never met Joanna at Fred's funeral? What if Harry saved the world like he was supposed to?
What if, what if, what if, what if?! It really was infuriating. My life was made up of a series of unfortunate twists and turns, some for the better, some for the worse, some caused tears, some brought life, some took souls. What if everything turned out the way it was supposed to? What would happen then?
Well, I wouldn't be where I am today, wondering whether I should kill Draco Malfoy the next time I see him, or torture him.
AN: Not much to say except, of course, I'M SOO SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY! And I hope I haven't disappointed anyone with this! I really tried not to.
I'd like to be able to blame it on writer's block, work, and family issues, and that actually does have quite a bit to do with it, but that wouldn't exactly be the entire truth.
As some of you may know, I've started a bunch of new stories, and I've actually completed them, and I'll be posting even more, so I seem to have neglected all my old stories.
Well, some news that may make some of you happy little ducklings, I'm updating ALL of my old stories! I'm adding sequels to some that people have requested for, and I'm adding more to existing ones!
I'm excited, dreading the complain-type reviews, but still excited :P
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