Before we start the Chapter, I would like to say hi to all of those who are reading my work for the first time. If it is your first time, welcome! I'm Hermione Granger... and you are? Be sure to check out my other work. I have written a fanfic for my Twinsie, Ginny, and it's called Forced but I am planning to change the name of it. I will be updating that tomorrow as I have a draft of the next chapter. And if it's not the first time you have heard from me, hello again! It's great to know that you are coming back to read my work!
Every chapter in this fanfic will start with Hermione's perspective of the story. Then it will retell the story but from Draco's perspective.
This is quite a short chapter but the others I hope to make really long.
And, just to clarify things, I will update Forced tomorrow, then this one the day after, then Forced the day after that... I think you get the gist!
That's enough chit chat for now, just sit back and enjoy! And without further ado... let the fanfic commence!!
~Hermione Granger <3
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He just sat there. Crying. Looking dismal. That's not like the Draco I know, he is usually swaggering along the corridor with his mates. Something was definitely up.
It was the first day of my sixth year, and the grand feast was coming to an end. I looked up from the Gryffindor table to see that his eyes were red and swollen from salty tears and that he was just sat at the Slytherin table, head rested on clenched fists, staring at the floor. I wanted to have him warm in my embrace, whisper softly in his ear and tell him that everything was okay.
But I couldn't.
I knew that he didn't get on best with Harry and Ron, so if I left them to be with Draco they would probably hate me.
I realised that I was still staring at him. His gaze from the floor had broken and he looked up to see...
Me. Staring at him.
I quickly broke my gaze and cleared my throat to speak to Ron and Harry.
"We should leave, the Hall is almost empty." I spoke to them with a quiet voice, my mind still fixed on Draco.
They both nodded with agreement and we filed out of the Hall. I made sure that I was the last one through the door. Just before I was about to slip through the door, I stole another glance at Draco. He was still looking miserable and he had watched us all make our departure. His gaze seemed to soften a slightly when he saw me.
I don't know, maybe I was just imagining things.
I felt a small, soft smile spread in the corner of my lips as I heard Ron call out to me. I scurried through the door leaving Draco there, sat alone as the rest of the students filed out of the Hall.
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I couldn't do it. The task. I couldn't kill Dumbledore. But I had to. Otherwise, they would kill me.
I must have spent a while on crying quietly to myself on the train, which mixed up all my emotions until they evolved anger. This led to me breaking Potter's nose and making him late for school. He saw things that he looked suspiciously at when arriving at school with that Loony Lovegood.
When I arrived at the Great Hall, Blaise and Parkinson were already at the table. I covered up my upset and anger and sat down in between them both. Parkinson draped an arm around my shoulder and scooted close to me. I was getting mature enough to realise how annoying Parkinson actually was, so usually I would move her off of me and shuffle away. But today, I was too distracted and full of emotion to do so.
I saw Hermione - wait... did I just call her Hermione?
I saw Granger look up from the Gryffindor table for a moment to where I was sat. However, when she saw Parkinson, she rolled her eyes with a great look of disgust on her face and turned back to her little friends; Saint Potter and Wimpy Weasley.
Then Dumbledore made a speech, which I was still too distracted to listen to, and then the plates filled with the delicious food. I heard the gasps of awe from the first years, but just rolled my eyes. I tried to eat, but I only managed to push my food around my plate. I was surprised that Blaise and Parkinson didn't notice my mood change today; they just kept chatting to each other like always.
The plates finally cleared and students started to file out. Parkinson tapped me on the back. "Are you coming, Drakie-poo?" Man, I hate that nickname.
"I will be along in a minute, you go without me, I just need to do something." I replied.
She nodded and hesitantly walked to the door and slipped through it.
As soon as she and the rest of the Slytherins had gone, I gave out a big sigh and started to sob quietly to myself, head resting on clenched fists. However, the tears didn't want to come out, it was like I drained myself from them on the train. I looked around me for a moment to see if anyone was watching me until I rested my gaze on to Granger, who was staring at me. She almost looked sympathetic until she turned away quickly and muttered something to her friends.
I watched them as they all stood up and walked out of the door, except Granger who stole a last glance at me. I softened my look, almost letting a smile slip from my mouth, until I realised what the hell I was doing. I continued to look at her though as she gave me a slight smile, until disappearing behind the door.
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And that's chapter one! This chapter is so much shorter than I intend it to be. Oh well! Thanks for reading!
Take care folks, bai!
~Hermione Granger <3
