After a War ((Old Copy))

Chapter 3 Book 2

The Wanderers

Hermione walked from McGonagall's office and returned to the Slytherin common room. She sat on the couch and looked at what she had learned that day. It was all stuff she already knew but it was nice to start learning again. She was so focused on everything else that she had missed out on all the fun in class. That wasn't going to happen anymore. All she needed was to leave the Malfoy. Then she could d whatever she wanted. Only one problem. She was a Slytherin. And so was he.

"Evening Granger." Malfoy said as he walked by the back of the couch to the Boys dorm.

"Evening Dragon." Hermione said.

"How do you know about that?" Malfoy asked. Hermione stood up and looked at him.

"That, is none of your business." Hermione said. She walked towards the girls dorm but was stopped.

"That's my name, so technically, it is my business." Malfoy said.

"I know you name means The Dragon of Evil Trust." Hermione said. He looked at her for a moment.

"Who told you?" Malfoy asked.

"Professor Snape." Hermione said. "It doesn't matter." Hermione said.

"If it doesn't matter, what's this?" He said as he pulled a piece of parchment from her hands. She reached for it but he had backed away from her and was now out of her reach.

"Give it back!" Hermione yelled. He smirked as he read it.

"The Dragon of Evil Trust. With breath like fire and scales like ice. Its eyes reflect the moon and shine like the sun. No truth leaves his tongue, only words to pull you in and spit you out. Like a snake, the dragon lures you in and gains your trust. With all his power and with all his knowledge, he holds you in his talons and holds you tight. He gains your trust, your mind, your heart, my love." Draco read aloud.

"Give that back!" Hermione yelled. He handed it to her without touching her skin. She lit on fire and let it float into the air as ash. "Why?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Why what?" Malfoy asked.

"Why would you tell me you loved me, and then leave?" Hermione asked. She hugged her books to her chest.

"Because I do love you." Malfoy said. She looked at the ceiling, then back at him.

"Don't keep telling me what I want to hear." Hermione said.

"I'm not." Malfoy said.

"Then why would you leave me?" Hermione asked.

"Because I love you." Malfoy said.

"Really? Because that now how I see it." Hermione said.

"Its true." Malfoy said.

"What did Bellatrix do to you?" Hermione asked.

"She didn't do a thing." Malfoy said.

"Then who did!?" Hermione yelled. Finally losing her temper with him. She threw her books on the couch.

"I cant." Malfoy said.

"You cant say?" Hermione yelled.

"No, but I can show you." Malfoy said. Hermione stared, confused. He lifted his sleeve on the arm without the dark mark. The dagger.

"Is that?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, its the same dagger that my father used. Just carved into my arm." Malfoy said. She reached out to touch it but he pulled it back. "You cant."

"Why not?" Hermione asked.

"Just don't." Malfoy said. Hermione rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm where the dagger was. Her back burned uncontrollably. "Hermione!" Malfoy yelled. She heard a spell and fell over as everything went black.