Chapter 9 : Choices
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Hermione stared out of her window, holding a book to her chest. This was the window she had been looking out of the day she got captured. Because irony likes to play a role in this story, it was now storming and night time. Hermione felt the sting of a tear as it rolled down her cheek. She caught it with her thin fingers and wiped it on her jeans. A few more stung her cheeks and soon, they started flowing. This happened a lot. Hermione was so confused these days that she didn't know what to do with herself.
Hermione froze as she saw a silhouette in the shadows. Jumping out of the comfort of her blanket, she ran outside, without an umbrella or shoes. She was now only a few feet away from the person and stopped. Her breathing had become heavy as she gripped her hands into fists. "Show your face," she called, her courage burning in her throat.
The figure turned around and removed his hood. "Hey Hermione!"
Hermione sighed. It wasn't the voice she was hoping for. "What are you doing out here in the rain, Ronald?"
"I could be asking you the same thing," Ron smiled. His nose matched his flaming hair because of the cold. "Why don't you have shoes on?" He asked as he looked down.
"I wanted to see who you were. You know, you look very suspicious lingering in the shadows like you were. As for the shoes, I forgot to put them on. You avoided my question, Ronald. What are you doing out here?" Hermione crossed her arms.
"Will you stop calling me Ronald! It's Ron. And for your information, I was simply checking on you. Nobody's heard from you for two weeks now. Are you okay?" Ron stepped closer to Hermione. Before he got too close, Hermione stepped back. The faint smell of firewhiskey hovered in the air. It burned her nostrils.
"Ron, have you been drinking?" Hermione took another step back.
Ron closed in on her. "Only a little! Lavender broke up with me, so I need somebody to kiss now!" He leaned towards Hermione, puckering his lips, before he passed out. Hermione moved to the side, allowing him to fall on the ground instead of her.
She groaned as she massaged her forehead. Guess this means he will be sleeping on the couch. She caught herself thinking.
Hermione pulled out her wand but froze in her steps. Everything was starting to ice over: the trees, grass, flowers, and even the air she breathed. Hermione felt chills going down her spine and closed her eyes. She began feeling depressed and unwanted. The thought of failure obscured her mind. Her breathing became slow and her heart raced. Turning on the ball of her foot, she held her wand in front of her. Her eyes scanned the trees, waiting. Waiting for a creature she hated the most.
As it emerged, she hollered the Patronus charm. A silver otter flew out of her wand, lunging for the Dementer. Hermione watched as her otter chased the evil creature away, agreeing with herself that she should tell the Minister right away.
Hermione went to levitate Ron, but she fell to her knees. Weakened by sorrow, Hermione began to cry. Everything became dark as Hermione allowed her eyes to close.
The sound of dishes clashing woke Hermione from her deep sleep. She studied her surroundings, realizing she was not at her house. Instead of not recognizing anything, it all looked too familiar.
"Good morning sunshine. I had the elves make you breakfast!" Came a sly voice that made her heart skip a beat or two. Hermione eyes attached to him, refusing to avert themselves. "Are you hungry?" he asked.
Hermione nodded her head, "What am I doing at your manor again, Draco Malfoy?"
"Well, you didn't look right lying next to Weasley so I brought you here," Draco smirked as he stared at her. His gaze made her shift uncomfortably.
"So did you make your choice?" Hermione looked into his blue eyes that used to be ice cold from malice. Now they were more of a normal blue.
"No I did not. You have to make up yours first." Hermione opened her mouth to retort but he continued. "This is your last chance. Join me by my side now. If you do not, then we will be at war against each other tomorrow." Draco stood in front of her with an emotionless expression.
Her eyes formed slits as she glared at him and pursed her lips. Stinging sensations vibrated through her hand as she stared at it and then looked up at Draco. A red spot was starting to make an appearance on his cheek. Draco touched his cheek, but flinched. He stared at Hermione with disbelief and disgust. Grabbing her shoulders, he slammed her back into the wall. "How dare you hit me!" He hissed venomously.
Hermione bit back the tears as she shoved him off. "To think, that I actually was starting to really care about you," she retorted as she allowed her body to slide down the wall. She couldn't bring her eyes to look at him.
Draco watched her, his mouth hanging open. Did I just do that? He looked down at his hands. Why can't I control my anger? Is that a side effect from all this power? He grabbed his forehead as it seared with pain. Letting a scream escape his lips, he collapsed to his knees. He felt his eyes bulging from his skull, as they turned red. This power was too much for him to handle. He couldn't control it.
Hermione watched him as he fought with himself. Her breath got caught in her throat as he looked up at her. She was frightened but would never admit it to him. She winced as he punched the wall, beside her head. She looked at his hand, before looking into his eyes again. They were a violent red. She feared these eyes. They were full of evil and hate. They were the eyes of Voldemort himself.
Hermione allowed her eyes to let the tears escape. She closed them and buried her head in her knees. Draco acted on instinct as he pulled her into his strong arms. That sat there for what felt like eternity. Nothing else mattered to them at that moment. They were happier than they have ever felt, just by being in each other's arms.
Hermione pulled away from Draco to look into his blue eyes. Leaning forward, she rested her lips on his. Draco eagerly kissed back. That was the first time Hermione had ever instigated a kiss between them. Draco wasn't going to pass this chance up. Hermione opened her mouth and Draco slipped his tongue in. They shared a passionate kiss. Draco slipped his hands under her shirt, but she pulled it out.
He pulled away from the kiss and looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Is there something wrong with my hand being up your shirt?"
Hermione nodded her head, "Yes. Actually there is something wrong with it. You haven't made your choice yet: Power or me?" Hermione didn't expect him to answer but figured she would at least try.
To her surprise, he did. "I have finally made up my mind. Even though I will probably be killed for it, I choose you, Hermione Granger."
Hermione smiled, "Even though I'm a filthy Mudblood?"
"Yep, unfortunately," he smiled one of his rare, genuine, heart-melting smiles. Hermione felt tears form in the rim of her eyes.
You are correct, Draco," someone said, causing them to jump, "You are going to be killed!" Blaise lunged at Draco. Draco pushed Hermione out of the way as Blaise landed on top of him. "STOP!" Hermione yelled. "YOU TWO ARE BEST FRIENDS!"
Her screams failed to reach their ears as the two boys fought the Muggle way. They were punching each other like there was no tomorrow. Hermione realized she was crying again as she tried to pull Blaise off. Blaise threw her into the wall and went back into hitting Draco. Hermione pulled out her wand, "Protego!"
A shield formed between the two boys, throwing Blaise off of Draco. They were both breathing heavily with scratches all over their faces. Blood was gushing from their noses and lips.
Hermione folded her arms as she stood in front of them. "I am disappointed in you two," Hermione shook her head, "You two are supposed to be best friends. Best friends don't fight, no matter what happens. You two should talk it out first. I know you're Slytherins but that doesn't mean you're not human. Now I'm going to go sit outside for a little bit. When I come back inside, you two better have made up."
Hermione walked outside and sat by the tree where she had spent most of her time while she was trapped there. She lied down and watched the clouds fly by. Now looking back, being stuck here wasn't so bad. If only I hadn't been so focused on getting out, Hermione thought.
After about fifteen minutes, Hermione decided it was about time to go back inside. She slowly walked up to the door and strolled in. A gasp escaped her lips at the sight that was in front of her eyes. The house was a wreck! It looked like a tornado went through, leaving no survivors. "Draco!" Hermione yelled as she ran through the front room panicking. Glancing at a fallen over bookcase, she noticed white blonde hair that stood out from under the books. "Draco!" she cried.
Throwing the books off of Draco, she dragged him out. "Draco! DRACO!" She continued to yell and continued to get no response. She began crying as she hit his chest in frustration. She saw him wince and she instantly smiled at the sight of his eyes cracking open. He looked at her and sat up frantically. He stood up, slouched over with pain, and looked around. Spotting what he had been searching for, he ran off. Hermione stood with her mouth agape as she watched him help Blaise get out from under the couch.
Is that tears I see??? Hermione thought she would never see that one. The two boys grasped each other as they cried. They looked so helpless and pitiful that Hermione couldn't keep the tears back. She bit her lip as she leaned against the wall. The boys were apologizing over and over to each other.
Hermione wanted to ask what had happened. She wanted to comfort Draco as he cried. She wanted to heal Draco's wounds. She wanted to so badly, but knew she couldn't. This was their moment to bond and make up.
Hermione sighed as she went back outside to leave the boys alone. She began surveying the clouds once again. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go back to Godric's Hollow. She really liked being with Draco. He was the only person who gave her his full attention. He irritated her to no end, but always managed to make things better. She wanted to hit him, but at the same time she wanted to kiss him. He was the man of her dreams and the man of her nightmares. He was nothing she had expected but everything she wanted.
How could this ever work out?
A/N: Sorry if this chapter is confusing. I tried to fix everything I could but I hope you liked it. Let me know if there's anything I can do differently to make it better.
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