An: This is my second story, my other one, Through the Struggles and the Tears, is about twilight, It's hard to get inspiration for it! While im not giving up on it, it wont be updated often. All I ask is that you guys do not expect too much out of this story! I go the inspo from my own personal story, writing this is more of an outlet, not an obligation I have, so please be patient with me!
Summary:Draco and Hermoine are head boy and girl. Draco is a cutter, Hermoine finds out, she burns herself(always had) and he finds out. And so ensues a romance. Ooc D/H. T for language and theme. Warning: Cutting.
The boy stared blankly at the letter that the ministry had sent him. Draco's face fell for a few seconds before he picked it back up. He couldn't believe this. He had only been at school for a month! Now he would never see his mother or father again. Not like they were ever the parental type. They just beat him until he did what the wanted. But the thought of being alone was enough to send him to his knees. He took a few deep breaths and then walked quickly out of the great hall, hoping nobody noticed. As soon as the door closed he began running.
He didn't have any clue where he was going, until he caught sight of the portrait to the Head boy and girl suite. He ran to his bathroom and locked the door, not feeling the need to charm it. For the first time in his life, Draco Malfoy cried. He cried for himself, for his mother, for being alone, for not having anywhere to go, he just cried. Soon though, he realized he needed control. He knew he could handle anything. He could handle this. He just needed his blade.
His blade would push his tears asside and give him the right kind of edge to keep him going. He conjured up his knife and pressed it to his wrist. He had done this so many times before. His pale skin on his left arm was gone, and was replaced with soft pink scar tissue. His right arm was in better shape, and his legs had only a few scars. He paused for a moment, trying to think of a happier time. A time when he didn't have to mar his body just to feel good. He failed at that, because he had been cutting since he was about eight. When his parents starting beating him. He sighed, and dragged the blade across his wrists several times before feeling relieved.
Hermoine saw Draco leave the Great hall looking distraught. She said that she was off to do her homework in her room and she got up to follow him Her friends didn't care. Of course they didn't, why would they care about such a know it all like her. She pushed the thought out of her mind and walked as quickly as she could down the hall. She muttered the password, butterbeer, to the portrait and climbed inside.
She didn't see Draco but she heard him. He was crying harder than she had ever known possible. She couldn't believe it! Malfoy has feelings? She thought as her eye caught the letter lying on the floor. She read it out loud to herself:
Dear Draco Malfoy,
We regret to inform you that your mother has been killed in a fight between a few death eaters involving your father. Your father is now in azkaban and will remain there for the rest of his life. You are to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays, and over the summer of the remaining year. You will only be allowed to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays of your seventh year, unless you are given permission by the Headmaster. We will be watching you to make sure that you do not follow in your father's footsteps as a death eater. We expect great things of you boy, don't be like your father.
Hope you are well,
Sincerely,
Cornelius Fudge
She was shocked. She knew that Lucius Malfoy could be cruel, but to be responsible for his own wives death? She couldn't believe anyone would do such a thing. She shook her head and set the letter back where she found it. She snuck over to Malfoy's bathroom and listened to him sob. She peeked through the keyhole and gasped.
There sat Malfoy, knife in hand cutting both of his wrists several times over and over again. She gasped, and her hand flew to her mouth. Luckily, he hadn't heard her. She saw how scarred his arms were, and wanted to be sick. He was almost just like her, only in a different way. She stared down at her arms, seeing the burn marks as she pulled her sleeves up. She didn't want to believe it.
She stood up and went to her bathroom. She plugged in her hair straightener and stepped into the shower. When she climbed out and dried herself off with her wand. The straightner was hot now. Good she thought. I deserve this. Nobody cares about me, and why should they. I should have just left Malfoy alone. God I'm such an idiot.
With that, she brought the hot object to her wrist.
An: so what do you think? Please review it would be very much appreciated. I know it's a little dark but that's the point lol. Don't continue reading if it's triggering. Review! Xoxoxo I'll try and update soon.
Love, Meredith.
