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Confessions by RiddleMeThis

Format: Short story
Chapters: 6
Word Count: 12,054
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language

Genres: Drama, Action/Adventure, Angst
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Draco, Ginny
Pairings: Draco/Hermione

First Published: 04/01/2005
Last Chapter: 07/15/2005
Last Updated: 02/23/2006

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 Hermione's year is filled with compassion, love, mystery, and danger. Little did Hermione know how dangerous this year would be: for her heart, and her life. *ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE*

Chapter 5: Dinner, Dancing and Confessions

Chapter 3-Yells and Confessions
Author’s Note: Yes, I know this is very late but it is a bit longer than expected. This is probably my favorite chapter. But you be the judge! READ AND REVIEW! The end of the school year is here and that means exams are coming. So I hope you like it! As for the ending (DO NOT go and read it now!) there were so many different ways I could end it; I was going to do it with a cliffhanger, then without. So I decided to…nope. You’ll just have to wait!


Disclaimer: As we all know, barely any of this is mine. Just the plot…
Yells and Confessions


Before she left his room Draco managed to ask, “Why are you here?”

“Like you, that is my business, not yours.” Hermione looked at Draco with no smile on her face and a gleam of sadness in her eyes.

Draco instantly became interested in what made the Gryffindor know-it-all so obviously miserable.

Hermione slammed the door shut and left Draco in his room by himself.

Draco pulled out his wand, muttered " Reparo" and the broken glass flew up and the mirror was once again in one piece. He walked out of his room figuring that it would be smart to go for a walk and sort out his thoughts.

As he opened the gargoyle to go into the main school, he heard a soft crying coming from the Head Girl’s room.

Well, looks like I’m not the only one who has a secret.
Hermione ran to her room in tears. The memories came flooding back as fresh as ever.

Hermione shut the door with a bang and stumbled to her bed. Hermione collapsed onto the soft sheets and started to sob.

How could this be happening to me? Hermione thought miserably.

With the events flashing before her, she fell asleep onto the gold silk sheets.

Hermione yawned widely as sunlight hit her face. She woke up feeling refreshed, but she never did forget about that morning.

Hermione looked at a clock on the wall above her bed and saw that it was 4:00. Remembering what Dumbledore said about dinner in the Great Hall at 5:00, she made her way to the Head Girl’s bathroom.

Hermione disposed of her clothes and jumped into the shower. She turned on the shower and jets of hot water fell onto her shoulders. Hermione craned her neck as the water cascaded down her shoulders.

There was something about that man, the murderer, which was familiar. He obviously knew who Hermione was; he used her name.

It’s like I’ve met him before.

Hermione almost laughed out loud at this. No one I know would do anything like that. To anyone.

But still, Hermione couldn’t wipe away the thoughts in her head. She kept playing it all over in her head. One tear was even allowed to escape from her eye, but it went unnoticed with the water pouring from the shower’s spout.

”I could care less about your mother or father. I only killed them because they wouldn’t let me g-“

What was he going to say? They wouldn’t what? So now my parents were killed for the hell of it?!
Hermione thought in frustration.

Hermione stood in the shower and washed her hair. She let the water gush down her back; allowing the water to wash away all her pain.

Jumping out of the shower quickly, Hermione threw the white towel around herself and ran into the bedroom. As she stepped in she looked to the clock and saw that it said 4:27.

Rushing over to her wardrobe, Hermione pulled out comfortable clothes and her Hogwarts robe. She slipped the robe over her clothes and looked at herself in the mirror.

Hermione pulled out her wand and did a quick drying spell on her hair. Hermione’s hair was still curly, but she managed to tame them into soft curls that bounced as she walked.

Over the summer Hermione also added rich highlights. They were not a platinum blonde; some a dark dirty blonde, different shades of auburn, and a couple tones of red.

Hermione grabbed her makeup bag from the vanity and began to put makeup on. She put on a grey eye shadow that shimmered in the light. A soft pink blush was also added that made her face glow.

Hermione gave herself a long, concentrated look in the mirror and sighed softly. She walked out of the Common room and into the dark halls of Hogwarts.

Draco walked into the Great Hall at the same time as Hermione. Hermione kept her gaze in front of her, whereas Draco looked the Gryffindor up and down with inquisitive eyes; he was still very interested with what made the young girl so unhappy.

The skies both in and out were of a soft blue with a fluffy cumulus cloud here or there. There was a long table positioned in the middle room. The mahogany table took the place of the four normal House tables.

Seated around the table were Harry, Ron, Ginny, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape. Everyone turned at the Head Boy’s and Girl’s arrival. Everyone but Snape smiled warmly at Hermione as she entered; the Potion’s Master sneered.

Harry gave Draco a look with prying eyes; he didn’t seem any different.

What happened to the ferret over the summer? Harry thought.

Harry inwardly smiled, He probably found out he isn’t a pureblood after all.

Hermione took an empty seat next to Harry and Draco next to Snape. Harry leaned over and whispered, “Are you okay?”

Hermione looked at Harry and nodded. She saw him send a death glare to the other side of the table. Hermione turned to see who was at the receiving end of it.

Hermione turned back to Harry and started, “Harry, Malfoy is-“

“Head Boy, I know Hermione.” Harry continued to send a disapproving stare at the Slytherin. Harry looked at Hermione and saw her confused look.

“Dumbledore told me earlier.” Hermione nodded.

Hermione looked over to Dumbledore when she heard a loud clapping sound. She saw him set his hands back down onto the table, waiting expectantly. The table suddenly creaked and groaned under the profuse amount of food.

As always, Ron immediately started stuffing his face with food. Hermione looked at him in disgust.

“Hermione aren’t you eating?” Harry asked while carefully putting food onto this plate.

“I wasn’t that hungry before; I definitely don’t have an appetite now.” Hermione gave Ron a revolted stare.

Ron looked down at his plate scornfully and mumbled “Sorry.” He put down the piece of chicken he was holding, grabbed his fork and slowly began eating mashed potatoes.

Hermione’s muscles tightened up. She felt a set of eyes on her. Hermione looked around the table and her chocolate brown eyes finally met a pair of soft blue ones.

When her gaze made contact though, they turned to a hard steel grey. Hermione looked into the face that belonged to those absorbing eyes and saw nothing but the infamous smirk.

Hermione mouthed, “Ferret,” and in return she received, “Mudblood.”

Even through this vulgar word, Hermione thought she saw something else. Something else deep in those pools of grey.

Hermione sat waiting for everyone else to finish eating. All the while she continued with a light conversation with everyone seated at her end of the table.

People began to leave the table with full stomachs; Hermione’s was empty. But not just from the lack of food. She felt empty from the loss she just suffered that day.

Hermione had to do something to occupy herself. She knew all of her feelings were just on the surface, waiting to bubble over.

“Hermione, where are you going?” Ron asked getting up from the table.

“Oh, I umm- Just a little bit of reading in the Library is all. I’ll see you later.”

Not waiting for a comment, Hermione made her way towards the Library. Before reaching the presumed destination though, Hermione took a quick right down a quiet corridor.

Hermione reached a door and softly opened it. She looked around and saw several desks arranged haphazardly around the room. There was a teacher’s desk situated at the front of the room with a chalkboard on the wall behind it.

With a quick wave of her wand Hermione pushed the desks to the edge of the room. She quickly disposed of her Hogwarts robe and placed it neatly on a desk. She wore the clothes she put on earlier; a white tank top and light blue cotton shorts.

Hermione tied her hair back into a high ponytail and muttered softly but with meaning, ”Accio Ballet Shoes”

Normally Hermione wouldn’t wear ballet shoes for this type of dance, but due to the rough surface of the floor, she thought it would be a wise choice to have some protection on her feet.

After placing her shoes delicately on her feet, Hermione stood up and gave a delicate swish of her wand.

Hermione set her wand down on top of her robe as the beginning part of the song began. There was no singing, just talking. Hermione got into the same position she had many times before.

“Let me tell you the story about the call that changed my destiny
Me and my boys went out, just to end up in misery
I was about to go home and there she was standing in front of me
And I said I, I got a little place nearby
I wanna go, I should have said no
Someone's waiting for me
But I'm gonna go up and see,”

Hermione moved her hips side to side to the fast paced music. She began to move them faster and faster until she was non-stop dancing. She bent her knees and stepped in place, one foot after the other. Her arms were synchronized in movement with her legs.

“Listen Baby I'm sorry
Just wanna tell you don't worry
I will be late don't stay up and wait for me
I'll say again you're dropping out my battery it's low
So you know we're goin to a place nearby
I gotta go,”

Repeating the same intricate steps she would move her legs out to the side and in front of her. Doing this, Hermione allowed her hips to move with her legs, making them really swing more to the beat. She also moved her arms directly to the front of her face. Her hands were approximately level with her forehead; Hermione moved her head from left to right in very snappy motions.

“Now till it's done nothing's been won
I can't take it back what's done is done
One of her friends found out
That she wasn't the only one
And it eats me from inside, that she's not by my side
Just because I made that call and lied,”

Hermione wished she had a dance partner. Normally, all of this would be done with someone leading and someone following.

“Listen Baby I'm sorry
Just wanna tell you don't worry
I will be late don't stay up and wait for me
I'll say again you're drying out my battery it's low
So you know we're goin to a place nearby
I gotta go,”

After first hearing this song during the summer, Hermione immediately fell in love with it. She knew every beat and every lyric in the song. After the last verse there was a long pause in singing where music took the place of the voices.

She immediately set herself up to go into a very hard but very graceful twist. It was one of her favorite; but Hermione hadn’t done it in quite a long time. The first word in the next verse was when she needed to hit it. As the music lead up to it, she began her approach.

Facing the blackboard, she took two steps; first her right then her left. On her second step, Hermione pushed hard off the ground. In mid-air she kicked her right leg high up into the air while completely turning her entire body around. Her left foot followed the right, kicking behind her into the air.

Now facing the door through which she came through, Hermione prepared for her landing. She would be landing on her right foot with her knee slightly bent. When she landed she would be in an Arabesque.

“Let me tell you the story about the call that changed my destiny…”

Hermione became distracted as she was about to land. She looked to the door and saw the hems of someone’s robes quickly disappear from the doorway.

(Author’s Note: That’s one of my favorite songs in the world! It’s called “The Call” by Backstreet Boys. And for anyone who doesn’t know what an Arabesque is, it’s when one leg is down straight and the other is behind you almost at a ninety degree angle to your back. I know that is a cheerleading term but I couldn’t figure out how to explain it!)

Hermione knew she made a mistake. She lost her concentration and knew she would be dealing with the consequences.

Hermione landed on her foot hard, making her lose her balance. A quick pain shot through her ankle as she landed on the floor with a soft, “Arghh.”

Hermione let out a frustrated yell as the music around her began to fade away.

Hermione gingerly touched her ankle and knew it wasn’t broken. It would have been swollen already if it was. Hermione decided that it was just a slightly twisted ankle; nothing a hot bath wouldn’t fix.

Hermione picked up her robe and put the desks back with a flick of her wand. She walked out of the room with a limp and closed the door behind her.

Hermione stepped out of the over-sized bathtub and wrapped herself in a towel. The bath eased the pain in her ankle but left it a little stiff.

Well what do you expect after landing so gracefully on your foot? Hermione aggravatingly thought to herself.

Hermione walked into her room and looked down when she heard a loud sound. Her stomach was making noises.

As a hunger pain shot through her, Hermione quickly dressed and threw her hair up into a ponytail.

Not even bothering with makeup, Hermione walked out of the Common Room and into the corridor.

Remembering back to her fourth year, Hermione went down into the Entrance Hall and turned left. Hermione went down the stairs and ended in a large stone corridor that was brightly lit. She looked from painting to painting until she found one of a bowl of brightly painted fruit.

After squirming from being tickled by Hermione’s fingers, the large green pair turned into a door handle. Hermione opened the door and walked inside.

As soon as her presence was known, Hermione was bombarded with the appearance of several house elves. She asked for a glass of pumpkin juice and sandwiches and what she got in return was a picnic basket filled with delicious foods and a pitcher of pumpkin juice.

Hermione graciously thanked the elves and opened the large door. She waved good-bye to the elves and closed the door. Hermione was rearranging the basket and pitcher in her hands when she was suddenly knocked down by a large, solid figure.

For the second time that day, Hermione let out a frustrated moan and looked up to see what had caused her to become so irritated.

The food lay forgotten, sprawled out on the floor.

The pumpkin juice was spilling from the pitcher; seeping into the cracks of the floor.

Hermione emitted an audible gasp as she crawled to the human being.

It was Malfoy. And he was bleeding and in pain.