Printer Friendly Version ] [ Report Abuse ]
<< >>

Kiss And Tell: When Tears Fall by Lions_Rule8065
Chapter 4 : Scarred With Dirty Work
 
Rating: MatureChapter Reviews: 12


Font:  
Background:   Font color:  

A/N: Hmmm, just read please, hope everyone is liking this story so far!

*~*~*

Chapter 4: Scarred With Dirty Work

*~*~*


Hermione walked across the courtyard by herself on the cold morning of New Year’s Eve.

She couldn’t forget the event of Snape coming back into their lives, and it seemed that everywhere she or Draco went, the snake would follow.

No one had recognised him. Snape always kept his hood up and his cloak, which had been magically repaired, kept him hidden at all times. Although his immense stride was a bit obvious.

Darkness calls down to me
Sweat pours from my body like rain
Growing wiser with each touch
A pawn in Lucifer’s game, am I?


He was now sitting on a window ledge, reading a book, or so it seemed.

What Hermione didn’t know, was that Snape was looking out for her; watching her every move, trying to figure out to why her wand had sparked out. He didn’t expect her to stop and look straight at himself, he lamely carried on reading his book.

None of them expected the next thing to happen.

“Hermione!” Harry yelled from across the courtyard. She turned to see who it was; Snape looked up, his black eyes gleamed with hatred in the sunlight.

“Harry,” she smiled. “Aren’t you supposed to be at Quidditch practise?”

“Yeah, but Malfoy came up to me this morning,” he looked scared; no, petrified!

“What did he…” she stopped, “…say?” She finished.

“We had a very good conversation actually,” he looked at her sternly. Hermione wondered what that Ferret actually said. She cast a side-way glance at Snape, but to her astonishment; he had gone!

She looked up at Harry, very worryingly. “Oh no, it hasn’t anything to do with you. Quite the opposite in fact,” Harry answered her look.

“How do you mean?” She asked.

“It was his idea, but he’s only inviting a couple of people, but some of them; he said, will be difficult to ask…” Harry explained, then after noticing her quizzical stare, he added, “He needs your help!”

“My help! With what?”

“To ask this list of people to come to the New Year’s Eve party you’re supposedly having… tonight.”

“Tonight?! He expects me, to invite,” she ran her finger down the list, “all eighteen people! By tonight!” She screamed and dropped her bag.

“Yeah… kinda.”

“Forget it, he never helps me, so why should I?!” She began to rip the list but it didn’t tear. Instead, she threw it to the floor and began to stamp her muddy shoes on it, but no effect came.

“Stupid, shity piece of rubbish!” She spat, but pocketed the list all the same.

“He’s magically protected it, hasn’t he?” Harry guessed.

“Oh, well spotted!” She snapped.

Harry looked taken aback, but carried on with their conversation. “So, you’re going to do his task then?” He asked.

“Yeah, that’s me. Poor, Mudblooded Hermione… does everyone else’s dirty work!”

“Hey! I never want you to say that about yourself again. Got that?!” But before he had finished, she was already marching away, towards a snickering Draco. Harry ran after her.

“You insufferable son of a bitch!” She yelled, whilst pushing him up against the wall, her wand pointing into his neck.

“Why do that?” He sneered and snatched her wand from her tight grip, and threw it to the floor. “When you know it’ll never work?”

Harry made to come at him, but Hermione held out her hand to stop him. “Defending Potty now, are we? Mind you, he is probably better than Weasel. After all, he does have money!

SMACK!

Draco lay on the floor, groaning in pain from his broken jaw. “Serves you right!” Hermione spat. “Maybe you should remember that my bite is worse than my bark?”

He looked up at her with utter bewilderment and he gradually got to his feet. “I’ll do this invitation crap, then after that, you can forget about us working together!” She said.

“Isn’t gonna happen hunny.” He walked off to the Hospital Wing. Harry stared at Hermione, who took it as a compliment and went to pick up her wand.

She bent down. Reached out her hand, but as she came closer, it began to vibrate. She retracted her hand.

“Hermione, what’s wrong?” Harry wandered over to her.

She reached out again after it stopped moving. She managed to pick it up, but after she had issued the sigh of relief, it began to vibrate again; sending sparks all around. Harry backed away, but Hermione held on tight.

It burnt her skin, she screamed in agony, the pain coursed through her body, the sparks blinding her. No matter how much it was hurting, she couldn’t let go. No matter how much it was hurting her, Harry kept back. Suddenly, the wand fell from her hand, leaving a trail of blood on her left palm.

It attacks me in the black abyss
The entity formless yet full of rage
The mark of the beast my body
Scarring me for eternal life


She breathed in; fast and heavy. Harry picked up her wand. She stood up, and took the wand from him. “What the bloody Hell was all that about?!” He erupted.

“I don’t know,” she replied. “My wand, it has been acting strange for weeks now. But I don’t know why.”

Harry shrugged his shoulders. Typical Harry, Hermione thought. The first person who she’d go to for advice, had completely nothing. He hugged her goodbye and headed off for the Quidditch pitch.

When Hermione began to walk and search for her list of people, she felt a twinge of pain pierce her left palm. As she looked down, she noticed that it had stopped bleeding.

A shock came to her when she saw a weird shaped scar etched into her skin. It was even more peculiar than Harry’s lightning bolt.

It attacks me in the black abyss
The entity formless yet full of rage
The mark of the beast my body
Scarring me for eternal life


It was half of a broken heart, it’s jagged edges hurt the most, as it cut deep down into her flesh, as if it really was broken and it hurt the bearer. An arrow’s tail pierced through the bottom of it, while the tip came out at the top.

Very weird, Hermione thought, arrows don’t bend easily. They would snap! She walked on, but kept her palm inside her pocket, hoping the scar would vanish.

*~*~*


Draco was receiving attention to his broken jaw, but he felt something else hurt. He forgot about it. Just an after shock, he thought.

I brought this all upon myself
Sold my soul to change my life
It's up to me and no one else
The beast in me can't control my life


He saw Hermione talking to a group of Hufflepuffs; who nodded, then she walked away, passing Draco without interest and gripping her left hand.

For a joke, he pulled out his wand and began to creep up behind her, but his wand suddenly jerked away from his grip, sending sparks all over.

He pocketed it quickly, not wanting to cause anymore attention to himself. His wand had been playing up with him for weeks now, but he hadn’t come to a reason why.

It attacks me in the black abyss
The entity formless yet full of rage
The mark of the beast my body
Scarring me for eternal life


He walked on, not knowing that his wand was covered in his own blood.

*~*~*


It was quite easy asking all these people, but she noticed something about them.

When she talked to Ernie Macmillan, Susan Bones, Justin Finch-Fletchley and Hannah Abbot, they were holding hands. When did they start going out?

And when she spoke to Seamus Finnigan and Lavender; whom seemed very happy, and Parvati Patil and Dean Thomas, and Padma Patil who was clinging on to a dark-tanned boy with black hair known as Nathan Broxbourne from Ravenclaw; she, Hermione, had figured it out.

Everybody that Draco had put on the list had a girlfriend or a boyfriend. They were couples! What was that slimy git up to, Hermione thought to herself.

She looked down the list again and noticed that her name was next to Ron’s but with "Weasel" instead. Ginny was next to Harry, “Potty”, and Neville with Luna.

She walked down the marble staircase heading towards the dungeons where the Slytherin common room was, but she heard voices behind her; cold mirthless laughs and drawling groans.

I brought this all upon myself
Sold my soul to change my life
It's up to me and no one else
The beast in me can't control my life


Hermione turned to see Pansy heading towards her, her fists bared. Blaise Zabini was behind her, hugging a blonde girl. Hermione knew her as Sabrina Dolohov from Ginny’s year.

“It’s you and me, Granger! Right here, right now!” Pansy pushed her up against the wall.

“Look, Pansy. What’s wrong?” Hermione asked, reaching for the insides of her robes to retrieve her wand.

“You is what’s wrong!” She yelled. “You stupid bitch, you slut!

“What’ve I done?” She pulled out her wand, and pointed it at Pansy’s pug face.

“Draco and I have spilt up! He never told me why, but it’s ‘cause of you!”

“Me?!” Hermione gasped.

“Don’t act all innocent! I see the way you look at him, and he looks at you. He never stops talking about you, you know?”

And so it's begun, the end of me
The seed was sewn now it's growing inside
My fate in control, not mine
He lied


“Well that’s nice of him. I don’t fancy him, I go out with Ron, remember? Maybe you should talk to him?”

“He hasn’t talked to me since he said it wasn’t working out,” she said rather solemnly.

“You’re still going to the party, aren’t you?” Hermione asked sympathetically.

“Yeah, so are these two.” She pointed at Blaise and Sabrina who were testing each other’s lung capacity. “Guess I’ll see you and him there then,” she opened the dungeon door, not bothering to wait for the other two.

I brought this all upon myself
Sold my soul to change my life
It's up to me and no one else
The beast in me can't control my life


Hermione sat on the bottom stair of the marble staircase, took out her quill and began to tick off names. Only her friends left now; so as her stomach intended, she went off to the Great Hall to wait for them, and for an early dinner.

*~*~*


As she was about to settle into her pudding, lightning flashed overhead, thunder growled and the rain began to fall.

And so it's begun, the end of me
The seed was sewn now it's growing inside
My fate in control, not mine
He lied


She laughed when Harry marched in soaking wet, with Ron and Ginny following close behind in foul moods. They sat down and tucked into chicken and mushroom pie.

“Lovely weather,” Hermione giggled.

Ginny cast her an evil look, so she immediately stopped. “Is it true what Harry said?” Ginny started.

“What?” Hermione pondered as she set down her spoon.

“That Malfoy’s holding a New Year’s Eve party tonight, in your common room?”

“Yeah, all his idea. Don’t know what he’s up to!”

“Have you done the list?” Harry asked.

“Nearly,” Hermione began. “Ron… Ron!”

Ron was stuffing his face with chips and wasn’t paying attention. He came to terms of her impatience when she slapped him over the head. “Wha’! Wha’ I do?” He rubbed his head, and swallowed what was in his mouth.

“Will you come to the party tonight?” She asked.

“Yeah, why not? As long as Ferret Boy stays outta my way, ‘cause I swear down, if he don’t I’ll…”

“Calm down,” Harry whispered to him, for he was attracting quite a lot of attention from the staff table.

“Harry, are you coming?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun!”

“As long as you don’t get too drunk!” Ginny pointed out. “I’m coming as well, but that means I need a new outfit!” She moaned.

“I’m wearing jeans, don’t worry ‘bout it,” Hermione said.

They began to leave, when Hermione was held back by a hand on her shoulder. She turned and saw the hooded Snape. “You guys go ahead,” she said to her friends. “Ginny, tell Neville and Luna about the party, won’t you?”

Odd looks were being received as Hermione was led away from the departing crowd by Snape, even though nobody knew it was him.

He took off his hood once the crowd had disappeared and he revealed a sight worth photographing. Where’s Colin when you need him, thought Hermione.

Darkness calls down to me
Sweat pours from my body like rain
Growing wiser with each touch
A pawn in Lucifer’s game, am I?


Instead of his black robes, he wore black combats, with silver chains hanging everywhere. His shirt was tight and black and it bore a white skull; a snake protruding from it’s mouth. What was even more disturbing was that he had tattoos going up his arms and God knows where else. His hair was still long and black, but not greasy. It was clean and he had red under layers underneath it’s dark shield.

Hermione thought he looked like a Goth, it kind of suited him and his dark passionate ways. Even with the tooth dangling from his ear!

It attacks me in the black abyss
The entity formless yet full of rage
The mark of the beast my body
Scarring me for eternal life


“I had to disguise myself from the Ministry,” he said.

Hermione also noticed that his face displayed many brutal scars from the attack of Kataria the Gryffin. One long one was positioned from the corner of his left eye, travelling across his nose and past his lip and on to his neck.

I brought this all upon myself
Sold my soul to change my life
It's up to me and no one else
The beast in me can't control my life


“I see, well I’d better be going, sir, I need to get ready,” she made to escape, but he held her back.

“Be careful tonight, Hermione. Something will happen.” With one swift of his cloak he had gone. Was Snape protecting her, generally being nice? So unreal, Hermione said to herself.

And so it's begun, the end of me
The seed was sewn now it's growing inside
My fate in control, not mine
He lied


*~*~*


She stepped into her common room, but someone rushed over and placed their hands over her eyes. “What are you doing, Malfoy?” She questioned.

“I don’t want you to see, I’ll guide you to your room, where you’ll stay until the party starts,” he explained.

“Hurry up then, I have something to say.” They climbed the stairs with great difficulty, and they were now outside her bedroom door, he took away his hands. She huffed. “Never give me your dirty work again… got that?!” He nodded and went back downstairs to finish the preparations.

Hermione locked her door; all this work did make her feel dirty so she decided to have a shower. The water was hot and it stung her left palm. When she looked down, the broken heat scar was still there.

I brought this all upon myself
Sold my soul to change my life
It's up to me and no one else
The beast in me can't control my life


Obviously, her hopes had not come true.

*~*~*


Song: Scarred by Iced Earth, ((I had to repeat the song in this chapter cause it‘s a very short song), don’t know who they are, but the lyrics are good, anyone know who they are?) I was going to put my own song called Scarred in here, but I’m saving that for my other Songfic!

A/N: Please review, make me happy!


*~*~*


Previous Chapter Next Chapter

Favorite |Reading List |Currently Reading

<< >>


Review Write a Review
Kiss And Tell: When Tears Fall: Scarred With Dirty Work

Review

(6000 characters max.) 6000 remaining

Your Name:
Rating:

Prove you are Human:
What is the name of the Harry Potter character seen in the image on the left?


Submit this review and continue reading next chapter.
 

Other Similar Stories

No similar stories found!