Dramione: its magic

Parties and Dives

Months later

Draco's point of view

    She hasn't spoken to me in months. She refuses to even be in the same room as me anymore. I don't know how to make this right. How do I right a wrong I'm not responsible for? I miss her. I can't keep this up. I have to get her to see sense. Whoever she heard in the corridor, it wasn't me. But how can I prove it? I got out of bed and started to pace the floor. Memories of the past months flash in my mind.

Halloween night

    I stood in front of the mirror, and tried to find the missing piece in my costume. I had the old timey clothes. My vial of "poison" or pumpkin juice if you wanted to be technical. I stared at every bit. It needed to be perfect. I snapped my fingers and realized what was missing. Romeo had a dagger hanging on his side. I transfigured a quill into a dagger, and left with my cloak drapped over me.

    I was hoping to run into Mione before I got to the party, but of course, no such luck. I stepped into the courtyard and was amazed. I stared in awe at every detail. The ground had been changed to a dance floor. One step on it and I noticed something else. Wherever you walked, it made a bright red mark, like you were leaving behind a trail of bloody footprints. It lingered for a moment or two, then disappeared. Actual bats flew overhead. Black lights lit up the area, giving everything a menacing look about it. Trees had slash marks and blood splatters. The temperature increased the further to the center you went. Like it was drawing you there. But to what, even I didn't know. And I had a hand in planning this.

    I followed the draw of the heat. Like a moth to a flame. When I stepped into the center, it was hell. Like, literal hell. Flames rose up from the dance floor and engulfed everyone. Ashes fell from the people, although nothing appeared to be burning. The ashes glittered at their feet. Like someone had found a way to turn precious gems to dust. I reached out and touched the flame, expecting a burn. But it never came. It left a kind of tingling sensation. It was warm, but a comfortable heat for such a cool night.

    I looked up, and dancing in the middle of the inferno was Hermione. Her usual carmel ringlets were a light blonde. Her cheeks were pink from dancing. Her eyes were bright. That's what I noticed first. I wasn't prepared for what came next. Her costume. Merlin, her costume. It clung to every curve. A light pink dress that matched her blush exactly. It came down to her mid thigh, but was torn up to her hip. It looked like someone had taken an old fashioned dress, and made it sexy. It took me a moment to place who she was supposed to be. While I made a dashing Romeo, she was an incredibly sexy Juliet.

    I got in closer to her. She was talking to someone. But her words were slurred. That's when I noticed the cup in her hand, and the very strong smell. Fire whiskey. She's drunk. Perfect little princess, know-it-all, do no wrong Granger. Drunk. I got as close to her as I could without her noticing. Which wasn't hard considering her senses weren't as sharp as usual at the moment.

    Dancing with her was a man. Tall, dark skinned, short cropped brown hair. He was coaxing another drink into her. Blaise Zabini. Who had the balls to call me a blood traitor, was trying to get her to an incoherent stage. There could only be one reason for him to do that. And there was no way in hell I was going to let that happen.

    I grabbed a drink from a table not far off and made my way back. I stood to the side, out of both of their sights and listened. "I can't believe you punched him in the face." I heard Blaise say. They're talking about me. "He was being a git. He deserved it." "I bet he did. I wish I had been there to see that. Can I ask something?" Hermione slurred out a response. It was getting hard to understand her, which meant Blaise was about to make his move. "Why did you guys break up? You seemed inseparable." That strange. Not what I expected. "I heard him in the corridor. Talking about how he never loved me, how I was just a game. A pathetic little mudblood that he wanted to break. I'm sorry Blaise. I have to go."

    She ran away, stumbling and tripping. I ran after her, but stayed far enough back so she couldn't see me. As expected, she went straight to the lake. She fell by the cherry blossom tree and started to throw up in the water. I stayed back and waited for her to stop. After her stomach was empty she pulled her legs to her chest, and sat with her head rested on her knees. She started crying.

    "Why was I so stupid? How could I convince myself he actually loved me?" She repeated the questions over and over. Each time was a knife to the chest. "I do love you. You just don't believe me. I love you Hermione. Please. Please. Listen" I whispered to myself. I thought it was quiet enough so she couldn't hear. But I guess on a silent night, whispers are as good as screams. She turned fast, and stood up faster. Too fast. In her state, it was too much. She stumbled back into the rippling water, and fell. 

    "Mione!" I ran after her, but she was submerged in the black water. I couldn't see her, and she wasn't coming up. I tore off my cloak, and did the bubble head charm in myself. I dove in, lit my wand, and began to frantically search. I couldn't see her. Until I saw light reflecting off of her now blonde hair. About five yards out, she was at the bottom. Sunk like an anchor. She wasn't fighting. She must already be gone...

        No. I refuse to think that. She's not leaving me. Not yet. Not like that. I doubled over to her, and picked her up. I did a silent bubble head charm on her, and swam up. Our bubbles bursts with a loud pop as we reach the break in the water. I went to our tree. I didn't have time to get Madam Pomfrey. I've only seen this done, never preformed it myself, but I have to try. 

    I tore her dress open at the top, tilted her head back, and blew air into her mouth. I placed the heels of my hand over her heart and pressed. Once. Twice. Five times. Then I blew more air. I did this over and over. Hours seemed to pass. Seconds dragged on for ages. There was no sign she'd breath again. I didn't stop. I wasn't thinking. I was manic. I wasn't going to let her die. And if...if she did...I wasn't going to live without her. 

    I had just about given up. Determined she was gone, never coming back. Then she coughed up water, and turned on her side gasping. I was so happy I laughed. I pulled her in my arms and hugged her so tight I'm surprised I didn't crush her. I didn't  care if she hated me. I didn't care if she didn't want me there. All that mattered was that she was alive. She was able to talk. Even if all she said were insults to me. She was alive. She was safe. 

    "Draco? Draco, what happened?"