Hermione knew it was foolish going off her own at night when she should be in the Great hall with her friends, but she was heading to the library to do more research on the upcoming N.E.W.T's. She knew those exams weren't coming up for a couple of months but she didn't feel as prepared as she would have if she didn't make going to the library a daily occurrence.
She had only hoped that she wouldn't walk into trouble.
While walking down the hallway that led to the library, she heard the sound of running water. She found it odd. The only bathroom on this floor was Myrtle's and hardly anyone went in there, for fear of saying something that surely the ghost would take offence of. Quickly looking around, the corridors were slowly darkening. The gigantic windows straight ahead showed the night outside, which was starless. You could only vaguely see the half moon covered by murky gray clouds. The clouds looked as if threatening to rain, and in the distance the trees swayed by a fierce wind.
Pressing her ear to the bathroom door, she couldn't hear
anything, for the water had stopped running. She very quietly pushed
the door open.
Never in her wildest imaginations would she thought it possible to witness this scene. Draco Malfoy was standing with his back to the door, his hands clutching either side of the sink, his white- blond head bowed.
'Don't,' crooned Moaning Myrtle's voice from one of the cubicles. 'Don't...Tell me what's wrong...I can help you...'
'No one can help me,' said Malfoy. His whole body was shaking. 'I can't do it... I can't...it won't work...and unless I do it soon...he said he'd kill me...'
Someone was going to kill Malfoy, why? What did he have to do for them not to kill him? And then Hermione was snapped out of her thoughts by a sound.
She realized that Malfoy was crying- actually crying- tears streaming down his pale face into the grimy basin. Malfoy gasped and gulped and then, with a great shudder, looked up into the cracked mirror and saw Hermione staring at him over his shoulder. Malfoy wheeled around, drawing his wand. Instinctively, Hermione pulled out her own, Malfoy's hex missed Hermione by inches, shattering the lamp on the wall beside her, Hermione threw herself sideways, thought Levicorpus! And flicked her wand, but Malfoy blocked the jinx and raised his wand for another-
'No! No! Stop it!' squealed Moaning Myrtle, her
voice echoing loudly around the tiled room. 'Stop! STOP!'
Hermione attempted a leg-locker curse that backfired off the wall behind Malfoy's ear and smashed the cistern beneath. Moaning Myrtle who screamed loudly; water poured everywhere and Hermione slipped as Malfoy, his face contorted, cried, 'Crucio!'
Hermione was unprepared, she didn't have time to stop the scream that erupted from her mouth. The pain was so intense, that she felt it in every part of her body. It kept going. Malfoy knew what he was doing and he wasn't stopping.
She finally fell to the floor, after she had tried
holding onto the doorknob with all her strength. Her eyes were shut
as tight as they could possibly be and her hands were gripping at her
robes, as if it was truly burning off her skin, like she felt it was.
The taste of blood was what Hermione was focusing on, the coppery
bitter smell was faint, she had bitten her lip open.
It felt like an eternity had passed, when she heard a faint voice of someone demanding that Malfoy stop. Was it Ron or Harry? She tried opening her eyes but then another wave of pain swept through her, she felt as if she were drowning. Maybe it was Moaning Myrtle who would save her.
'Stop! Please stop! I beg you!' the voice was getting louder, she felt her ears were being yelled deaf.
Then it stopped. Her body was still spasming uncontrollably. She was falling in and out of consciousness. One minute she was aware that she was in pain but the next it was if she were floating in euphoria.
Not realizing that she begged Malfoy to stop, she sank into darkness.
Hermione's eyes snapped open. She first reached for
her wand that she hid in her robes but she couldn't find it. She
could still feel the water around her, it was getting higher.
'You were unconscious for a while, it was beginning to worry me,' It was a sarcastic remark. It was so very Draco Malfoy.
She sat up slowly, trying not to wince even though she had screamed till her voice became hoarse. She didn't want to give Malfoy the pleasure of seeing her in any pain. The stinging from all the shaking made it difficult to turn and even more difficult to get up,but she succeeded. She saw that Malfoy was near the window.
first saw him, he looked shaken and scared, his hair was tousled and
his face was more pale then usual. He was crying and vulnerable. But
now, the tears that were so desperately falling before were gone, and
he looked as cold and smug as ever.
His smirk held a private joke, as if he knew something she didn't. This Malfoy was different then the one she encountered going to class,or the one who hung out with all his other arrogant friends in the Great Hall. This one looked more dangerous, one wrong word would have Malfoy sending her a hex.
She leaned on the door and settled on glaring at him. He had her wand, she could see it in his left hand. He hopped off the step that was beside the stalls. Water splashed under his probably expensive shoes, she herself was soaked through. She had trashed around so much that water had found itself in her shoes.
'You are not going to say anything? That would be a first, I thought you would never shut your mouth,' came that annoying voice again.
Hermione didn't trust herself to speak; all she could see was red. He made her life absolutely miserable with his snide remarks and schemes, and now here he was looking conceited that he finally managed to curse her like he has been wanting to do for years.
'What is there to say?' she asked him, looking him right in the eyes. They narrowed, and his lip curled. There was so much disdain in his features that it frightened her. He opened his mouth to reply when she cut him off with a questiong of her own.
'Why haven't you obliviated me?' she asked, drawing herself to her full height. No way she'd let the little ferret intimidate her, she was stronger than that. She was a bloody Gryffindor.
'See, I was going to. It had come to mind, but I thought I'd want you to keep this memory to youself for the rest of your pathetic life, doesn't that sound great?' he said, smirking malevolently.
Hermione had known that Malfoy hated her, detested her, but to this point? He had mocked her and her heritage, and for 6 long years she had taken it, except for in 3rd year when she had slapped him. But now, she was sick and tired of having to prove to Malfoy that she was just as good as he was, probably even better. She knew she was, but nevertheless she always wanted her enemy to see that she wasn't easily tossed around.
'What makes you so sure that I won't tell anyone what a little-inbred- bastard our Hogwarts really has?' she shot back, furious with herself for letting him get a rise out of her. He didn't deserve anything from her, except her pity and disdain, which she delivered perfectly. 'It's a shame Malfoy, that we have to do this the hard way, you think you can charm yourself out of this situation, like you do so many others. You're wrong, I will never let you forget what you did to me, It'll haunt you for the rest of your pathetic life!'
He didn't like that very much. Hermione actually saw Malfoy's nose snarl, like a crazed beast. His eyes were reduced to angry slits, and he was clutching his wand with a whitening fist. He looked paticularly menacing at that moment, but when didn't he? There was always part of him that was kept secret, not many people knew what Malfoy did except fly and ruin people's lives, including her own.
For she knew she would have had a peaceful and content life if not for the day she met Draco Malfoy.
'Shut up, filth,' he snapped.
foward, only a few feet from where Malfoy stood. He was still in
front of the window, scowling something fierce that made the hairs on
the back of her neck stand on end.
She smiled brillantly, she, Hermione Granger, was getting a rise out of Draco Malfoy. She never thought she'd see the day.
'What are you smiling at?' he asked, his face flushed red. 'You think this is funny?'
'Hard to say, really. See, if I were remotely as evil as you are, then I don't think it would matter if I used the cruciatus curse. I'd be sinking down to your level. And who would want to be another Malfoy? There are too many of you as it is.'
Hermione visibly shuddered. She noted Malfoy moving closer, slowly raising his wand in the process. She had no idea how to get out of this predicament.
'I said shut up! I don't care what your opinions are, I never did. Now you are not going to say a thing, or something worse then the cruciatus curse could be coming your way,' he said, with eyes closed.
'Nothing you could say or do would change anything, so don't bother trying. You're just going to have to kill me.' She spat out. She needed to get out of here, standing in such close quaters with Malfoy sent already-digested food coming back up.
'You think so? Would that make everything better, once your slimy existence would end, all'd be well in the world?' he said, mockingly.
'You want me gone that much? I haven't done anything to you, I was willing to be your friend in 1st year, but then you went all snooty on me. That was your fault, you're too uptight, a wonder that you have friends, if you can call those slow-witted bodyguards friends.' She said sadly. He had caused pain to both her and her friends, from breaking Harry's nose at the beginning of the year to teasing Ron about his family and poorness.
'I don't need your stupid pity. I never wanted
to be your friend, not once did I think that having a Mudblood friend
would reek benefits of any kind.' he said, harshly. Taking another
step foward, she began to cower away.
The look in his eyes told her the truth, she was thát dirty and inexplainably repulsive to him that he would kill her if need be. Didn't that tell what a bastard he truly was? Because for her, she could've written a whole essay on him.
She slowly looked around her, observing what to use against him. There were not many objects ready at hand, so she needed to devise a plan. Then she thought of something. Smiling slightly, she moved ever so cautiously towards the window that took up the fartherst wall, and Malfoy moved away. The two were slowly doing circles. Now she just needed him careless.
Malfoy slowly walked to the bathtub that sat in the corner right beside the window across from the cubicles. Her plan was working. She tried tried to smooth her expression, she didn't want Malfoy knowing that she was up to something.
'I could do it again, you know. It wouldn't be a problem at all.'he said.
'What? Crucio me again?
That's predictable,'she said, sarcastically.
Malfoy raised his wand higher. His face hardened, he opened his mouth to hex her when she lifter her hands in the air, a sign for him to stop. He lifted a light-brown eyebrow, but he didn't lower his wand. ' What?' he snapped.
'You used an Unforgivable on me. Something that would
send you sharing a prison cell with your father.' Hermione
'I suggest you shut your mouth, if you know what's good for you.' he interrupted tightly.
'I won't let you off so easily.' she added.
Hermione was standing in front of the bathtub now. And Malfoy was just reaching the door, standing a couple of feet from it. It was perfect, she would get out and Malfoy wouldn't know what hit him.
'What are you going to do about it? You're
defenseless, you don't have your wand.'
She knew it was true. But he didn't have to know that she had a plan up her sleeve, literally. Time to make him mad.
'You are pathetic! A bloody coward! I hate you with every fiber of my being, I hope you get caught for this. You have made everything at Hogwarts for me miserable, from calling me Mudblood,' she spat out the word with as much as venom as she could, ' to hexing me.'
He simply stared at her, waiting for her to continue. Waiting for her to insult him more. His face was clear, no hint of a sneer or disdain. She found that odd, it wasn't like Malfoy to take insults in stride- especially without any hint of repulsion.
'You are the foulest lowest human being on this earth! A part of me thinks you're not even a human. You have no idea how much you've changed my opinion of you, at first I thought you were just arrogant- but now you are a good-for-nothing-death eater.'
Hermione couldn't stop herself,
she was so angry- and the insults kept going. She wanted him to know
exactly what she thought of him.
'You used an Unforgivable on me, you watched me writhe in pain and you didn't stop, you watched and took satisfaction- it gave you pleasure. And you're a sick conceited bastard who deserves so many bad things. I wish one of these days I can cause you pain, to see you beg for mercy.'
Malfoy nodded, as if accepting her insults, as if he deserved them. She knew Malfoy for 5 years and not once had she seen him without some sort of negative response towards her- be it a comment of the dis figuration of her teeth or how her blood line shouldn't have survived.
'So, you think you know me? You think because you're a know-it-all that-'
She pointed at the door and exclaimed ' Professor Mcgonagall!'
Malfoy whirled around and Hermione went running, knocking him down to the wet cold tiled floor, her wand went sailing near the door. She got up, reached her wand, spun round and yelled. 'Petrificus totalis!'
Hermione saw Malfoy had gotten to his feet but immediately fell over. She was breathing heavily and there was a stitch in her side. Malfoy was looking up at her with a dangerous glint in his eyes.
He was going to come after her, she knew it. Once he was free from her hex, he'll get her. She just had to make sure that she was never vulnerable. She looked down at him again and saw that Malfoy eyes were narrowed to the point where he resembled an evil little snake. She shivered, Malfoy was cruel and despicable, but she just had to pay on her guard, 'cause Malfoy proved that nothing got in his way from getting what he wanted.
And if he wanted revenge on her, he would surely get it.
Hermione turned to the door and fled, leaving Malfoy alone in the darkened bathroom.
A/N: Hey guys! I am Reediting the whole story, the first chapter is up, and the will be updating a new chapter very soon. So review me, again, if you like me AGAIN! Thank you for reviewing before.