Author's Note- This is kinda like a songfic I guess. I don't usually like songfics, but this song was just perfect for Draco. If you like it tell me. I may make it an actual story if you do. The song is Behind Blue Eyes by The Who covered by Limp Bizkit. Check out the song it's amazing. Anyway here goes. I forgot to say I left out on verse in the song just because it didn't fit.
Behind Blue Eyes
"A filthy Mudbood received an O in Ancient Ruins. Why didn't you?" Lucius Malfoy screamed. Waving the copy of Hermoine Grangers final exams in my face.
"I only got an E. It's not that bad." I mumbled. It was after all the second highest grade you could receive.
"Don't mumble to me. Tell me what you said." he demanded, slamming me into the wall.
Sucking in a deep breath to calm myself I repeated, "I only got and E. It's not that terrible."
"The hell it isn't. She is a mudblood. You're a pureblood, Draco. They can't be better in school than you!" he yelled.
"Whatever." I spat at him.
Breaking free of his grasp I turned and walked away.
His arm was around me in a matter of seconds, pulling me back and throwing me against the wall. He swung his cane back, and brought it down on the side of my face.
I didn't flinch away from his abuse. Too use to the feel of the cane over all these years to actually feel the pain that came with it. Every time Granger had beat me in a class Lucius would punish me with the cane.
He even put the Cruciatus curse on me in fifth year when she got more O's than me on our O.W.L.'s. That was the first time he used the spell. After that he used it more often. We he got angry, or if he drunk to much Firewhiskey. Narcissa always tried to slip me some ice for the swelling.
After too many doses of that I learn real quick how to heal cuts and reduce swelling. I had now learned so many healing spells that I could be a healer after school. Only had one more year left.
"Do not disrespect me. Do you understand?" Lucius growled.
Looking him dead in the eye I shoved him off me. Grabbing my guitar I stomped out the house. I slammed the wooden door as hard as I could. That was probably a little to far, but I didn't care. Who the hell cares if he hits me again?
Strolling through the orchard to the woods that surround the Malfoy Manner. I tuning my guitar as I went.
Reaching my destination, a large Willow tree hidden away from the sight of the house, I climbed up. Snuggling into the thick branch behind me.
I strummed the guitar before playing the song I wrote. Soft and quiet, something to calm me down.
"Nice song. Didn't know you played. Seems different from the Malfoy I though I knew." a voice said.
My eyes snapped open, searching the ground for the source of the voice.
I spotted her leaning against the tree in front of me. A book was in her hand, and curly hair blew in the summer wind.
"What are you doing her Mudblood?" I snarled at her.
"I could say the same for you seeing as I only live a mile away." she said coldly.
"This happens to be my property, Granger." I smirked, watching her eyes flicker, and a blush creep onto her cheeks.
"Still I don't see how that gives you the right to yell at me." she replied, gaining her confidence back.
"What are you doing here?" I asked again. This time I was actually interested in why the Hermoine Granger, of all people, was in my favorite area.
"I come here all the time now that my family and I moved. I like to study here. It's very peaceful. Why do you come here?" she asked me. Looking me in the eye with her chocolate brown ones.
"I come here to cool off. Calm down before I end up getting myself killed." I answered. "Wait why am I answering Granger?" I questioned myself.
"Don't see how you could get yourself killed. Your a Pureblood with a perfect family. Not a Mudblood like me. I have to watch out for damn Deatheaters all the time." She yelled.
Anger flared up inside of me. She didn't know me. She couldn't say those things. Grabbing onto the branch in front of me I swung down, landing right in her face.
"You don't know me, Granger. You don't know a thing. You think I have the perfect life do you? Well, I don't. My own father is a Deatheather for shits sake. I get beat every holiday and summer I come home because of you!" I snarled.
She stood there speechless for minutes letting me cool down. Taking deep breaths I slowly regained my calm, collected self. Composing my feature so no emotions showed through.
"I didn't know. I'm sorry. Why. . . Why do you get beaten?" She whispered.
Taking a step back from her, and sitting down at the base of the tree. Running my hands through me hair I looked up at her and began.
"It's not really your fault really. My father believes that I must do better in all my classes than you. He only cares because your not a Pureblood, so that means you can't receive higher marks than me. Anytime I get any marks lower than your's I get a taste of the cane. He hit me earlier after he saw our final exam grades." I explained without looking at her.
"Oh I'm sorry. I never would have guessed. You hide it so well." she said moving closer to sit beside me. I sighed scooting over to make room.
We sat in silence thinking about everything before she spoke up. "How long has this been going on?" she asked.
"Since I was about four. If you mean the abuse." I answered with a shrug.
"And your mother just let this happen. Didn't she say anything?" she questioned. I could see her brow furrow in though.
"She couldn't do anything to stop him. When I was younger she would try to help me, but when my father caught her he would hit her too. As I got older I learned healing spells so she couldn't get hurt again trying to help me." I explained.
She relaxed into the tree. A little peace in mine that my mother didn't leave her son take the abuse alone.
"That's nice. Do you like healing?" she asked trying to change the subject.
"Yeah. I know a lot now. I use to get lessons from Madam Profrey." I told her.
"I considered asking her for lessons last year." she said.
"Well, maybe when we go back next for seventh year we can take lessons together." I suggested.
Her hand flew to her crest and she began to fake choke. "Did the one and only Draco Malfoy just ask Hermoine Granger to take the same private lesson with him?" she gasped.
"I was being friendly that's all." I defended throwing my hands up in defeat.
She laughed at my responses. Her laugh sounded like bells ringing. I became mesmerized by her smile and the way her eyes sparkled. "What the hell Malfoy you don't like Granger, or did I? She was very smart and beautiful. Her long bushy curls were no longer bushy, but soft and silky. I could imagine running my hands through them. . . No, snap out of it Malfoy." I said to myself.
"Draco are you there?" she asked waving a hand in my face.
"What?
Yeah. Um... Did you just call me Draco?" I asked confused yet silently happy.
"Yeah, I guess so. It's your name though why wouldn't I use it?" she asked confused by my statement.
"It just that you've never called me by my first name, it's always Malfoy." I answered.
"Well then Draco, why don't you call me Hermione." She said extending her hand toward me.
Taking her hand in mine and shaking it I said, "Nice to meet you Hermoine."
"A pleasure to meet you too Draco." she smiled. I smiled back.
"Draco will you listen to this song for me." she said pulling out a small, metal rectangle.
"Um...Sure. What is that?" I answered.
"It is an iPod. A muggle invention that lets you listen to music.
Scrolling down on the screen she found the song she was looking for. She press play and the song began.
The lyrics were just screaming my life. Nobody knew what it was like to be me. Hermoine said it herself. She though I was the bad guy. That I had a perfect life when in reality nobody understands me. The song was called Behind Blue Eyes if that was enough, for my eyes were blue.
I can never let anyone see my pain. The song said nobody knew what it's like to be hated, but I did. Only a handful of people liked me, and they weren't the ones I wanted to like me, to love me. No I was forced to tell lies to the people I wish were my friends. Like Hermoine. I had always likes her, but my father said I couldn't associate with Mudbloods. So I didn't.
Nobody knew how I felt. I was locked up in a cell. My life was being laid out before me, and I hated it. My father was to blame. If it wasn't for him being a Deatheater I wouldn't have to lie about who I am as a person. I couldn't have to be so cruel and cold.
My father made me like this. Beating me since I was four. How am I expected to grow up normally with that kind of abuse. I was mistreated beond repair. Defeated just like the song said. Nobody ever said they were sorry.
I hated the world for what my father had done. I hated my screwed up life. Lonely without anyone to confide in. Alway trapped in my cell alone. Never escaping the pain and lies that was my life.
"Thank you." I whispered when the song was over.
"You're welcome. If you need anything tell me." she said.
"Okay, I love the song. It means more to me than you think." I whispered.
"It's getting dark. I must get home soon, or my parents will worry." she said standing up.
"Yup it is." I said regretfully. She pulled me up after her.
"Hey we could meet here tomorrow at noon to study or something. That is if you want?" I asked, coming up with a reason to see her again. To get a little relief for the pain.
"Sure." she answered after a second.
"See you then." She called turning to leave.
"See you, Hermoine." I said after her.
I watched her go until she was out of sight. Smiling I strolled back to the manor feel much better than when I had left.
"What's happening to you? Falling for Granger. Wow." I whispered to myself, snickering lightly.
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