Added: Sep 3, 2010

From: XHarryPotterFreakX

Duration: 2:24

"Hermione you don't get it. It's not really my choice if I want to be what my Father is. He's pushing me in his direction every single day. He's been pushing me since I was out of nappies! Well let me tell you something missy, the pain doesn't go away like he says it will. I know firsthand! He might not feel it anymore but the people around him do, my Mother and me. Merlin! I would never want to put the people that I cared about through all the shit and torment that he has put us through!" Hermione had silent tears falling down her face equally sad for him and terrified of the way he was acting. She just wanted him to stop yelling and let her comfort him. She stood up and walked over to where Draco was pacing the floor in anger, stomping steps that might just transfer the force of his anger into the floor. "Draco... ahh!" Before she knew what had happened, Hermione was on the floor with her hair across her face and her eyes wide, her mouth was gasping as tears started to roll down her cheeks even more. Draco stood there for a moment to let it sink in. "Hermione, Hermione! Wait! Stop! Please! I..." She stood up fast, grabbing her clothes and ran out of the room with her hand on her now very red and slightly swollen cheek. She ran through the school and up many staircases until she finally got to the astronomy tower. She quickly pulled on her shirt and used her wand to fix her torn panties before pulling them on. She sat down next to an open window and let tears fall down her cheeks. Her cheek stung every time a seemingly boiling tear hit it, but she just couldn't stop crying. It wasn't the pain that kept her eyes full of tears, it was the fact that... *** 'I can't believe I just hit her. I didn't mean to. I was so angry and she came up right behind me. I can't believe this, I have to find her. I hope that she will forgive me.' Draco kept thinking this over and over again as he started his search for Hermione. Draco had searched approximately half of the school grounds before he gave up and decided to go back to the common room to rest and think. He lounged on the bed, his head propped up against the headboard. 'I'll just close my eyes for a moment.' He thought before falling into a deep slumber. Hermione had stopped crying, her eyes were burning and itching as she sat at the broken window looking out at the unused Quidditch field. Oh how much she missed Harry and Ron! She wished that she could wake up and find that this had all been a terrible nightmare! Just a dream, a figment of her subconscious. But it wasn't a dream and she was reminded of that wherever she looked at the damaged castle, and listened to its silence due to the absence of people. The castle reminded her more of a solemn crypt than the dynamic school environment. She hated being alone, being away from her friends -- but being unable to help them felt even worse! She was used to helping them, to pulling them out of the holes they' dug for themselves! She truly hated feeling so useless! She couldn't handle the thought of something happening to the people that she cared about; especially as she wasn't there to sort everything out afterwards. Hermione leaned against the wall, staring out at the pitch. Her thoughts drifted to the happy memories she had of this school before this happened... ... Harry and Ron. Where were they? Were they hurt? Were they dead? Her eyes started to fill with tears and when she couldn't hold them any longer she at last let them drop down her face. In the meantime... Draco's dream almost seemed real. He was back at that house again from his last vision, only this time he was able to go inside. The house was very dark and dirty but it had an ominous feeling to it. There was a filth that was more substantial than the dust and dank... something foul lived here. The house had minimal furniture, cracked, broken and uncared for; the carpeting was just as dark as the walls, only the threadbare patches of filthy grey breaking the gloom. There was so little light that it would be easy to walk into a wall or piece of broken furniture because you couldn't see. Suddenly he realized he wasn't alone. He walked with his Father through the house and finally met another being in one of the dark hallways. The being was dressed in monotonous black, a long black cloak trailed behind him like a sinister mockery of a wedding dress trail. Draco saw the being's skin glowing faintly in the darkness, and probably would have made a remark about the odd appearance, had it not been the Dark Lord himself he was standing before. Draco would have been lying if he'd said he was unaffected. He was terrified of the man, if 'man' is what you could have called him. The man's face was distorted, flattened, like a snake. His nose was almost completely flat, slits opened to reveal crimson eyes.

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