#DRAMOINE || SEQUEL || COMPLETE
Hermione Granger is asked to complete a task that has never been done by a muggle-born before, but comes with consequences that will challenge her strength and loyalty.
Draco Malfoy is torn between two worlds: One wit...
She needed to run. She needed to cry. She needed to escape.
The more hallways Hermione paced through, the more her mind began to get tangled with itself. Every thought, every echo of a voice and every painful memory sliced at her brain, inflicting what she thought she understood and believed.
But hearing those words spoken by Lucius confused and damaged her. A man, a father and leader in the magical world, held a hatred for those who did nothing wrong but be alive. She had blood that marked her filthy for the rest of her life.
Getting lost in the castle didn't help distract her mind from the jungle of discrimination, and only resulted in her walking faster and stomping harder on the stone flooring.
There was occasionally a student or two who passed her in the hall, glancing at her briefly. Hermione wasn't sure the tight looks were from the lack of Draco by her side or the waves of anxiety that she pulsated. She still managed to look them in the eye until they turned away or give a tight-lipped grin.
Hermione was unsure where she was going until she found herself sitting in her corner at the library.
She had forgotten about the pile of books she left in her spot, warming it for her return. But the sight of the journal crammed with plans for the ball filled her with discomfort, the stale taste in her mouth becoming metallic as her teeth gripped onto her tongue.
Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions but needed a distraction. So, Hermione pulled out her little black notebook and the brooch.
Her eyes skimmed over her near-perfect calligraphy, notes on the set out of the night. From food to beverages, to the room set out and the music. It was all in front of her, every detail that she meticulously considered.
Nearly every aspect of the event was in order, apart from one crucial detail that she had poked at her brain for hours to decide. Too many solutions were done in previous years or seemed foolish for a girl of her kind to perform. There were moments where she had a moment of euphoria, but it would crumble down minutes after the idea.
Staring at the book, the lack of theme began to haunt her again. An entire night without a word to define what to feel, what to see and what emphasise. She wanted the Gryffindor Gala to be a success.
Her whole reputation relied on it.
The library increased in volume, irritating Hermione yet gave her the peace she needed to let her thoughts run rampage outside of her brain. She could finally grant her mind to access thoughts that involved her friends, but the thought if Draco was still slithering through the folds of her brain. It only brought back the echo of his father.
Hermione collected the pile of books and left the library. A group of girls from Gryffindor started to leave together, so she merged in with them, pretended to be interested in their conversation.
They didn't notice her presence or did but didn't comment on it. When they led the way to the dining room, Hermione fell back and loitered outside.
Her eyes swept over every direction, from the moving stairs to the other hallway. It wasn't clear what she was waiting for, or who she was waiting for.
After five minutes of staring at empty spaces, Hermione gave in and entered the Dining hall.
She went straight to the two boys with space opposite them. They met her glance and waved her over, welcomer her into their care.
Hermione didn't know how long it had been since she hung out with Harry and Ron. Most nights, she was tucked away in the corner of the library or dozing off in Draco's arms in the Slytherin Common room. Seeing the familiar faces gave her some form of comfort, but the hollowness of Lucius was still there.
"Where have you been?" Ron questioned with a mouth full of chicken. "Missed out on Dumbledore's speech."
"What? What did I miss?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders, putting down a copy of the daily prophet. "Where we can study for O.W.L's, upcoming quidditch match and something about the Sixth-Floor boys' bathroom."
Hermione frowned and crossed her arms, turning to look at the high table. As she did so, Dumbledore met her gaze and nodded in her direction. Hermione became uncomfortable with his eyes on her, so she turned away to stare at her hands.
"Hermione?" Harry snapped, catching back her attention.
"Huh?"
"I asked where's Draco?"
Hermione sighed and shrugged her shoulders, picking some food from the platters that floated around her and placed them onto her own plate.
She began to sink her teeth into the food, flavours she missed. Her mind was too overpowering to remind her to eat. Meals were skipped and so was taking care of herself. Ron would have disapproved but having proper food in her stomach was a sign of recovery.
There was a tap on her shoulder as she took another bite of some vegetables, looking up to meet Pansy's gaze. It gave Hermione quite a shock, but no more than the distressed mask Pansy wore.
"Hermione," she hissed, her tone becoming thick with concern. "It's Draco."
Alarm bells began to ring in Hermione's brain, senses buzzing as her mind began to focus.
"What's wrong?" She questioned.
"S-something's wrong and he won't listen to me. I tried t-to help but he just-"
"Pansy," Hermione barked, stopping Pansy's rambling. "Where is he?"
"Sixth-floor boys' bathroom."
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Author's Notes:
Hello! Hey! Hi!
Ok, ok, let's get over the greetings. So it has been a week since updating and I know, it's really slack of me. But I was in Fiji for a few days with no internet then ended up working at home. The other day, I returned to college because I knew I had a lot to do - updating this book is one of those jobs. Ergo, here is the new chapter, more feelings than words. I wanted to leave a bit of a cliffhanger so tell me what you think will happen!
