The Battles To Come

by Isis
 
 

Chapter 1
 

Can you tell I’m faking it?

But I want to be myself
 

Draco sneered as Hermione walked by. “ Granger” he said as he gave her a mock bow. He looked up,
inadvertently making eye contact with her.
 

So many different faces

Depending on the phases

My personality changes
 

Hermione saw something in those big gray eyes. She saw a person she didn’t even know
existed. The rest of his face remained unchanged, same cold sneer plastered on it. But
those eyes, there was something different about them. They were no longer cold and
unfeeling instead they were warm. Hermione gasped, this change in his eyes frightened
her.
 

I can fool you and attract attention

Camouflage my nature

Let me demonstrate…
 

As quickly as the change had come over Draco's eyes it left. Hermione blinked, breaking
eye contact, and now the eyes staring back at her were cold and hard once more. “
Granger, class started a minute ago. Sit down it’ll be 10 points from Gryffindor” Snape’s
voice rang out across the classroom.
 

Makeup’s all off

Who am I?
 

Draco paced the Slytherin common room deep in thought. “ She can’t know” Draco told
himself for the twentieth time since that incident in potions. Draco had the distinct
feeling that Grang… Hermione had seen his momentary slip up. That she had seen past
his facade, that she had seen the truth, which was hidden behind his eyes. Part of him
wanted very much to believe that Hermione had caught a glimpse of the real him while
the other part of him was terrified at the thought of his enemy possessing this new
weapon.
 

Magic’s in the makeup

Who am I?
 

Draco knew that by feeling this way he was deifying his father and his mother, especially
his father. He knew that he was going against everything he was brought up to know
and be. “ But why should I care what they think” Draco thought bitterly “ my mother
barely even knows I’m alive and my father… well he beats me when ever he’s drunk or
mad”
 

If you bore me then I’m comfortable
 

Draco was sitting at the Slytherin table with Pansy hanging off his arm talking about
some idle nonsense once again. “ Doesn’t she ever shut up, or at least have something
interesting to say.” He thought to himself “ why can’t she be more like Hermione?”
Draco mentally smacked himself. “ Get over it fool!” he scolded, “ she’s a filthy Mud
blood and you’re a Malfoy!”
 

If you interest me I’m scared
 

Hermione, Harry, and Ron were walking by the Slytherin table. Hermione turned her head
just in time to see Draco looking at her with a sneer on his face and Pansy Parkinson
hanging off his arm. Hermione felt a prang of jealousy.  As she took her seat at
Gryffindor table she heard an annoying little voice in the back of her head say, “ Fool,
he’ll never like you.” “ Oh shut up!” Hermione said aloud “ Hermione are you feeling
okay?” Ron asked, one eyebrow cocked. “ Yes Ron, I’m felling fine” Hermione replied
with a sarcastic smile. “ Touchy…” Ron said and went back to eating his soup.
 
 
 

To be continued…

A/N 2 ok now that you’ve read this please go and review it…. If only to say like/ don’t
like… depending of the responses I’ll write the next part

~Isis~
 

Chapter 2