The Unexpected
Here is Part Four of The Unexpected everyone!
Title: The Unexpected
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: Pg 13 - NC 17
Word Count: 2696
Summary: What happens when Hermione wakes up in Hogwarts, on a bed in the hospital wing, in the middle of the summer? What happens when she sees Draco Malfoy in the bed right next to hers. And what happens when he wakes up?
Part Four
At least once in your life time, there will be a moment when you cry your heart out. In those minutes, you don’t care at all about anything. About whom you pass in the hallways, about what you run across or through. You don’t care what you look like, the way you are getting to your destination or even the noises you make. But you are always set on where you want to go. Or where you need to go.
And that’s what Hermione was experiencing right now. She had just run down the corridor on the fifth floor outside of Dumbledore’s office, proceeding to run along the ever changing stairs. All she could think about was that Malfoy knew where her parents were and all he was doing was standing and watching the fucking lake. What the hell? Innocent people were dying and he was gazing at the water. How was that even fair? Sure, Hermione would probably do the same if it was he who was in danger, but he was a different story. He didn’t regret what he did, he didn’t care about the things he did. He was a bad person. And that was a reason why no one would rescue him when he was in peril. Even though she wished that upon no one, right know she didn’t give a shit if he died or not.
Two more staircases to go, she thought somewhere in the back of her mind as the tears kept falling, numbing her thoughts. It was as if she was on auto-pilot right now. She didn’t care about anything, only getting there. And that was what mattered. She didn’t care what she looked like to him, what she was going to say to him, but she needed to yell at him, scream at him, hit him. Anything to make the pain and guilt in her heart go away and somehow go into his being. Maybe, he would be scared of her and he would tell her what she wanted to know. Fat chance. But then again, hadn’t she just told herself that he changed? And that he was different. Hadn’t Dumbledore just told her that he was his own man and that he didn’t care what people thought of him?
How the hell was she supposed to get the information now? If he wasn’t going to cooperate, what would she do to make him? She didn’t know. But she would have to find out.
She finally made it to the two double doors that lead to the black lake. Not even caring that there might be a spell on it to keep intruders out, she burst them open and ran faster down the steps and onto the grass. She could still see him standing there, leaning against the tree. His hair was frequently going in his eyes every once in a while when the wind hit.
Hermione stopped abruptly, taking an intake of breath, wondering how he looked so peaceful. This was definitely not the Draco Malfoy she once knew. But that didn’t stop her as she started running again, her speed picking up as she ran down the hill. Finally making it to the lakeshore, she noticed that he hadn’t seen her yet, even with the all the noise she was making from running on the rocks and her shallow breaths from crying. He must have really been thinking. And that just made her angrier, her hand flying out on its own accord when she finally made it in front of him. Her hand connected with his shoulder and it hit back hard against the bark. He looked down at her in surprise and Hermione noticed his eyes weren’t looking at her in anger once he saw who it was, but in shock. Probably at her tears. When the scene in front of him became clear, his eyes had not changed to anger, like she thought they would have. This was surely not the Draco Malfoy she knew.
Upon seeing him look down, she burst out in a screaming, yelling and crying rage. “Where the hell are they, Malfoy?!”
“What--” he muttered.
“Where Malfoy!” Her hands hit him on both shoulders, sending him back into the tree trunk. She hiccupped and she noticed she was still crying hysterically.
“Who are where!” he yelled back, wondering what the hell she was on about.
She tried wiping her eyes, “My parents!” she screamed again. “You know where they are!”
He looked at her confused and she hit him again. “Don’t play dumb, Malfoy! I know you’re a Death Eater, I know you were at my house! Why would you be here with me if you weren’t? You took them somewhere. You know where they are!”
He didn’t say anything. And then Hermione noticed at what she just claimed. Did logic come only when faced with facts you’ve never looked at before, she thought to herself.
He shook his head. He hesitated, “I don’t know.” he muttered, although he didn’t lose eye contact.
“You don’t know what, Malfoy! You don’t know where my parents are? Is that what you are trying to tell me?” She hit him again, her tears coming out harder then before, if that was possible. “I’m not stupid! You know that! I can put two and two together. I know you and your father were both at my house!”
He looked away from her accusing gaze, his hands still in his pockets.
“See!” she yelled, “You can’t even say that you weren’t!”
His head snapped to look at her, just like it had when she was up on the courtyard and right then, the confusing look was all but gone on his face, making anger now replace it. Finally, she thought, at least this was the one she could handle.
“I wasn’t fucking there for that bloody reason.” He said through clenched teeth.
“Oh?” Hermione questioned, her voice raising an octave higher. “And you think I’m supposed to believe that!” Her tears were still falling, but rage had now just ruled over her pain. He was bloody stubborn.
“I don’t need to explain myself to you, Granger.” He calmly said, although there was still irritation in his voice. He pushed off the tree and walked right up to her, lowering his head so they looked right into each others eyes. “You know nothing!” He violently whispered, pushing her shoulders back with both of his hands, his eyes narrowing involuntarily.
She just stared as he shoved her shoulder when he passed, lazily walking back up to the castle. Then she noticed that she had just gotten told off, and she still hadn’t gotten her answer. Her tears started again, mostly from her parents, and some from the lack of respect he had seemed to show her when she so desperately was distressed.
“Malfoy!” she yelled out and he kept on walking. “Malfoy,” she yelled more harshly, now spinning around so she was facing his back. This time, he stopped at the actual sound of her voice. She pointed it to the fact that she sounded worried. “Malfoy!”
She ran up to him, standing in front of him with her back to Hogwarts. “You have no right to do that, Malfoy! I came here to ask you a question, and you dismissed me!” She pushed her hair that seemed to stick to her wet face out of her eyes. “I at least deserve to know where the hell they are! I can’t go after them and you know that, you’re a Death Eater! You know how they are! You know what they can do to me!” They were both in each other’s faces. His taking in every word she said.
“It isn’t fucking right!” He didn’t say anything about the Hermione Granger using a swear word, although he knew that she never used them on a regular occasion. She only used them when she was in a temper, which for her, wasn’t often.
“I’ve been in the dark for the last five days and they could be as good as dead. I just want to know where they are!” she yelled, hitting him on the chest. He did nothing to stop her rant or even push her hands away; only looking at her as if she was the most interesting thing there was, most likely wondering why the hell she was like this, in front of him.
She put her head in her hands, her shoulders slumping. “I just want to know where they are. Why can’t you just tell me.” She muttered, but he heard. “I just - I can’t - I need to know where they are.” Her voice sounded so desperate, as if she wanted anyone just to tell her that everything was alright. Then, her cries filled the silent air. He watched as her shoulders slumped and shook, her hands crowding her face. With a clenched jaw, he grabbed her shoulders with both of his hands and lowered his head to her ear.
“Granger, if you really want to know, meet me back here at one in the morning. No guarantee you will get what you asked, but I will at least try.” He whispered, his breath contacting with her curls. She looked up at him as he released her and he remained standing in front of her, his face blank. She pleaded with her eyes for something she didn’t know. Only knowing that she still wanted to find out. He never lost eye contact.
“Tonight,” he said, his eyes still looking into hers. Then, he passed her, his body pressed against hers. She turned around, watching him walk back up into the castle and into the doors. As if his presence held her up, her knees began to buckle and she fell to the grass, a new batch of tears on their way.
She remained in the heaping position she collapsed in, her tears kept on falling, and her shoulders always shook. Right now, they were silently rolling down her face as she stared up at the dusk sky. It had been at least two hours since Draco had left her. His presence all but gone, the anger and confusion, gone.
It was currently nine at night; the sun was on its way to the other side of the hemisphere, making the sky a dark baby blue. The sun’s rays that were still visible were making the scarce clouds light up with radiance, the minuscule stars twinkling all around.
Hermione still couldn’t believe what she had been told. That her parents were gone, that they were with Death Eaters and that Dumbledore wasn’t doing anything to find them. Then she had figured out, in her hysterical moment, that Draco had been at her house when she had gotten hexed/cursed, when her parents were taken. It was all too devastating, the way the world worked. Even though she knew that there would be no pleasure if there were no pain, she couldn’t help but think that this stuff didn’t happen to her. But didn’t it? She was the best friend of Harry Potter, and just by that, she was right in the midst for going through misery. Why had she thought that she could handle what happened? Or what could happen?
But wasn’t that just rich? One thing happens, and she’s a wreck. What else could she go through before she actually went down for good? Would she be able to get through the war? Would she even be able to get through the stuff that the Death Eater’s were going to be doing as ‘war preparation’? It didn’t seem like it, but she would have to. At least when Harry and Ron got back, she would have someone to talk to. But would that be possible? Harry, you could talk to him about the war and he would take it seriously, but right after Hermione would feel like shit because she knew that when he went to sleep in his bed that night, he would be having nightmares just because he relived everything that they talked about. And she didn’t want to do that Harry, not right now. And Ron, was that even achievable under any circumstances? He got bored in any conversation other than Quidditch and the only time he ever actually seemed to listen when they were talking about the war was if it contained him, or his family, in what they were talking about. Surely, she couldn’t talk to them about it because it was about her.
But she had to, she knew she did. Maybe she could talk to someone else that was in the war, but wasn’t affected by the topic and who could have an actual conversation where they listened. And who could that be? Maybe Seamus, but then again, he doubted Harry in fifth year. Would he doubt Hermione’s story? Ginny! She could talk to Ginny, she would understand.
She felt bad for even wanting to talk about her problems to someone, but it needed to be done, otherwise it would take over her, making her go into a state of depression. Which definitely wasn’t good before the war.
She lay back on the grass, the stars twinkling a lot more now that the sun had fully gone down. Looking up into the sky, the tears fell down the sides of her faces, her eyes glinting in the light. Now that she thought about it, she had just made a complete ass of herself in front of Draco Malfoy. She had let him see her cry. But wouldn’t it be different now that he was changed? Wouldn’t it? She sincerely hoped so; otherwise she would have to face a lot of ridicule this year about her ‘break down’. And on top of her parents and Blaise being Head Boy, she didn’t want to be made fun of as well. It just wouldn’t help anything with the war. And yes, she needed to think about the war too. It was the most important thing. Oh yeah, and school.
Gee, this was going to be a fun year, she thought, putting her hands under her head for leverage.
The moon was bright, the stars were luminous and the air was perfect. Why was she crying on a night like this? It was perfect and she was mourning. Mourning over her parents that may be dead, maybe not, and she was here, wondering why she was crying. No, it wouldn’t do good to dwell on what happened with her parents; it would make her more depressed.
Although her parents were still in the back of her mind, she couldn’t stop herself from thinking of her encounter with the Slytherin Sex God. Wasn’t he just a complex person? She didn’t know what to think. One minute, he hesitates. The other, he’s mean, he intimidates and he talks as if nothing was going on with her. Then, it hit her. He had been guilty. Why else had Draco Malfoy hesitated when she asked him about her parents? That was the reason. It was the only reason.
Why would he be guilty, though, if he was a Death Eater? How does that work? And why, when the next time she had said something, was he mean? Something had changed in that millisecond of that moment. And she was going to take all her time just to figure out what it was. Yes, that would work.
Unfortunately, after about three minutes, she was stumped. Thoughts of her parents kept on overpowering what she was trying to figure out. She couldn’t hold onto the topic. She sighed, knowing that she would just have to wait four more hours until she would know all.
-kisses-
Jen
For other chapters, go here
Title: The Unexpected
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: Pg 13 - NC 17
Word Count: 2696
Summary: What happens when Hermione wakes up in Hogwarts, on a bed in the hospital wing, in the middle of the summer? What happens when she sees Draco Malfoy in the bed right next to hers. And what happens when he wakes up?
Part Four
At least once in your life time, there will be a moment when you cry your heart out. In those minutes, you don’t care at all about anything. About whom you pass in the hallways, about what you run across or through. You don’t care what you look like, the way you are getting to your destination or even the noises you make. But you are always set on where you want to go. Or where you need to go.
And that’s what Hermione was experiencing right now. She had just run down the corridor on the fifth floor outside of Dumbledore’s office, proceeding to run along the ever changing stairs. All she could think about was that Malfoy knew where her parents were and all he was doing was standing and watching the fucking lake. What the hell? Innocent people were dying and he was gazing at the water. How was that even fair? Sure, Hermione would probably do the same if it was he who was in danger, but he was a different story. He didn’t regret what he did, he didn’t care about the things he did. He was a bad person. And that was a reason why no one would rescue him when he was in peril. Even though she wished that upon no one, right know she didn’t give a shit if he died or not.
Two more staircases to go, she thought somewhere in the back of her mind as the tears kept falling, numbing her thoughts. It was as if she was on auto-pilot right now. She didn’t care about anything, only getting there. And that was what mattered. She didn’t care what she looked like to him, what she was going to say to him, but she needed to yell at him, scream at him, hit him. Anything to make the pain and guilt in her heart go away and somehow go into his being. Maybe, he would be scared of her and he would tell her what she wanted to know. Fat chance. But then again, hadn’t she just told herself that he changed? And that he was different. Hadn’t Dumbledore just told her that he was his own man and that he didn’t care what people thought of him?
How the hell was she supposed to get the information now? If he wasn’t going to cooperate, what would she do to make him? She didn’t know. But she would have to find out.
She finally made it to the two double doors that lead to the black lake. Not even caring that there might be a spell on it to keep intruders out, she burst them open and ran faster down the steps and onto the grass. She could still see him standing there, leaning against the tree. His hair was frequently going in his eyes every once in a while when the wind hit.
Hermione stopped abruptly, taking an intake of breath, wondering how he looked so peaceful. This was definitely not the Draco Malfoy she once knew. But that didn’t stop her as she started running again, her speed picking up as she ran down the hill. Finally making it to the lakeshore, she noticed that he hadn’t seen her yet, even with the all the noise she was making from running on the rocks and her shallow breaths from crying. He must have really been thinking. And that just made her angrier, her hand flying out on its own accord when she finally made it in front of him. Her hand connected with his shoulder and it hit back hard against the bark. He looked down at her in surprise and Hermione noticed his eyes weren’t looking at her in anger once he saw who it was, but in shock. Probably at her tears. When the scene in front of him became clear, his eyes had not changed to anger, like she thought they would have. This was surely not the Draco Malfoy she knew.
Upon seeing him look down, she burst out in a screaming, yelling and crying rage. “Where the hell are they, Malfoy?!”
“What--” he muttered.
“Where Malfoy!” Her hands hit him on both shoulders, sending him back into the tree trunk. She hiccupped and she noticed she was still crying hysterically.
“Who are where!” he yelled back, wondering what the hell she was on about.
She tried wiping her eyes, “My parents!” she screamed again. “You know where they are!”
He looked at her confused and she hit him again. “Don’t play dumb, Malfoy! I know you’re a Death Eater, I know you were at my house! Why would you be here with me if you weren’t? You took them somewhere. You know where they are!”
He didn’t say anything. And then Hermione noticed at what she just claimed. Did logic come only when faced with facts you’ve never looked at before, she thought to herself.
He shook his head. He hesitated, “I don’t know.” he muttered, although he didn’t lose eye contact.
“You don’t know what, Malfoy! You don’t know where my parents are? Is that what you are trying to tell me?” She hit him again, her tears coming out harder then before, if that was possible. “I’m not stupid! You know that! I can put two and two together. I know you and your father were both at my house!”
He looked away from her accusing gaze, his hands still in his pockets.
“See!” she yelled, “You can’t even say that you weren’t!”
His head snapped to look at her, just like it had when she was up on the courtyard and right then, the confusing look was all but gone on his face, making anger now replace it. Finally, she thought, at least this was the one she could handle.
“I wasn’t fucking there for that bloody reason.” He said through clenched teeth.
“Oh?” Hermione questioned, her voice raising an octave higher. “And you think I’m supposed to believe that!” Her tears were still falling, but rage had now just ruled over her pain. He was bloody stubborn.
“I don’t need to explain myself to you, Granger.” He calmly said, although there was still irritation in his voice. He pushed off the tree and walked right up to her, lowering his head so they looked right into each others eyes. “You know nothing!” He violently whispered, pushing her shoulders back with both of his hands, his eyes narrowing involuntarily.
She just stared as he shoved her shoulder when he passed, lazily walking back up to the castle. Then she noticed that she had just gotten told off, and she still hadn’t gotten her answer. Her tears started again, mostly from her parents, and some from the lack of respect he had seemed to show her when she so desperately was distressed.
“Malfoy!” she yelled out and he kept on walking. “Malfoy,” she yelled more harshly, now spinning around so she was facing his back. This time, he stopped at the actual sound of her voice. She pointed it to the fact that she sounded worried. “Malfoy!”
She ran up to him, standing in front of him with her back to Hogwarts. “You have no right to do that, Malfoy! I came here to ask you a question, and you dismissed me!” She pushed her hair that seemed to stick to her wet face out of her eyes. “I at least deserve to know where the hell they are! I can’t go after them and you know that, you’re a Death Eater! You know how they are! You know what they can do to me!” They were both in each other’s faces. His taking in every word she said.
“It isn’t fucking right!” He didn’t say anything about the Hermione Granger using a swear word, although he knew that she never used them on a regular occasion. She only used them when she was in a temper, which for her, wasn’t often.
“I’ve been in the dark for the last five days and they could be as good as dead. I just want to know where they are!” she yelled, hitting him on the chest. He did nothing to stop her rant or even push her hands away; only looking at her as if she was the most interesting thing there was, most likely wondering why the hell she was like this, in front of him.
She put her head in her hands, her shoulders slumping. “I just want to know where they are. Why can’t you just tell me.” She muttered, but he heard. “I just - I can’t - I need to know where they are.” Her voice sounded so desperate, as if she wanted anyone just to tell her that everything was alright. Then, her cries filled the silent air. He watched as her shoulders slumped and shook, her hands crowding her face. With a clenched jaw, he grabbed her shoulders with both of his hands and lowered his head to her ear.
“Granger, if you really want to know, meet me back here at one in the morning. No guarantee you will get what you asked, but I will at least try.” He whispered, his breath contacting with her curls. She looked up at him as he released her and he remained standing in front of her, his face blank. She pleaded with her eyes for something she didn’t know. Only knowing that she still wanted to find out. He never lost eye contact.
“Tonight,” he said, his eyes still looking into hers. Then, he passed her, his body pressed against hers. She turned around, watching him walk back up into the castle and into the doors. As if his presence held her up, her knees began to buckle and she fell to the grass, a new batch of tears on their way.
She remained in the heaping position she collapsed in, her tears kept on falling, and her shoulders always shook. Right now, they were silently rolling down her face as she stared up at the dusk sky. It had been at least two hours since Draco had left her. His presence all but gone, the anger and confusion, gone.
It was currently nine at night; the sun was on its way to the other side of the hemisphere, making the sky a dark baby blue. The sun’s rays that were still visible were making the scarce clouds light up with radiance, the minuscule stars twinkling all around.
Hermione still couldn’t believe what she had been told. That her parents were gone, that they were with Death Eaters and that Dumbledore wasn’t doing anything to find them. Then she had figured out, in her hysterical moment, that Draco had been at her house when she had gotten hexed/cursed, when her parents were taken. It was all too devastating, the way the world worked. Even though she knew that there would be no pleasure if there were no pain, she couldn’t help but think that this stuff didn’t happen to her. But didn’t it? She was the best friend of Harry Potter, and just by that, she was right in the midst for going through misery. Why had she thought that she could handle what happened? Or what could happen?
But wasn’t that just rich? One thing happens, and she’s a wreck. What else could she go through before she actually went down for good? Would she be able to get through the war? Would she even be able to get through the stuff that the Death Eater’s were going to be doing as ‘war preparation’? It didn’t seem like it, but she would have to. At least when Harry and Ron got back, she would have someone to talk to. But would that be possible? Harry, you could talk to him about the war and he would take it seriously, but right after Hermione would feel like shit because she knew that when he went to sleep in his bed that night, he would be having nightmares just because he relived everything that they talked about. And she didn’t want to do that Harry, not right now. And Ron, was that even achievable under any circumstances? He got bored in any conversation other than Quidditch and the only time he ever actually seemed to listen when they were talking about the war was if it contained him, or his family, in what they were talking about. Surely, she couldn’t talk to them about it because it was about her.
But she had to, she knew she did. Maybe she could talk to someone else that was in the war, but wasn’t affected by the topic and who could have an actual conversation where they listened. And who could that be? Maybe Seamus, but then again, he doubted Harry in fifth year. Would he doubt Hermione’s story? Ginny! She could talk to Ginny, she would understand.
She felt bad for even wanting to talk about her problems to someone, but it needed to be done, otherwise it would take over her, making her go into a state of depression. Which definitely wasn’t good before the war.
She lay back on the grass, the stars twinkling a lot more now that the sun had fully gone down. Looking up into the sky, the tears fell down the sides of her faces, her eyes glinting in the light. Now that she thought about it, she had just made a complete ass of herself in front of Draco Malfoy. She had let him see her cry. But wouldn’t it be different now that he was changed? Wouldn’t it? She sincerely hoped so; otherwise she would have to face a lot of ridicule this year about her ‘break down’. And on top of her parents and Blaise being Head Boy, she didn’t want to be made fun of as well. It just wouldn’t help anything with the war. And yes, she needed to think about the war too. It was the most important thing. Oh yeah, and school.
Gee, this was going to be a fun year, she thought, putting her hands under her head for leverage.
The moon was bright, the stars were luminous and the air was perfect. Why was she crying on a night like this? It was perfect and she was mourning. Mourning over her parents that may be dead, maybe not, and she was here, wondering why she was crying. No, it wouldn’t do good to dwell on what happened with her parents; it would make her more depressed.
Although her parents were still in the back of her mind, she couldn’t stop herself from thinking of her encounter with the Slytherin Sex God. Wasn’t he just a complex person? She didn’t know what to think. One minute, he hesitates. The other, he’s mean, he intimidates and he talks as if nothing was going on with her. Then, it hit her. He had been guilty. Why else had Draco Malfoy hesitated when she asked him about her parents? That was the reason. It was the only reason.
Why would he be guilty, though, if he was a Death Eater? How does that work? And why, when the next time she had said something, was he mean? Something had changed in that millisecond of that moment. And she was going to take all her time just to figure out what it was. Yes, that would work.
Unfortunately, after about three minutes, she was stumped. Thoughts of her parents kept on overpowering what she was trying to figure out. She couldn’t hold onto the topic. She sighed, knowing that she would just have to wait four more hours until she would know all.
-kisses-
Jen
For other chapters, go here