Lasting Impression
Chapter 1: River Under
Hello! This is ErisedMirrors, and I'm new to fanfiction so please be nice and give me a few reviews! My cousin, Missnewkid, introduced me to this and I'm older than her so maybe I'll give a hand with M rated stories. But this one is T rated, because I'm not confident with my M writing skills yet :).
Here are some things you should know about my Dramione story, Lasting Impression:
This is years after the war, and Voldemort is gone.
Dramione obviously and side couples that include Harry and Ginny, Lavender and Ron, Blaise and Pansy, Luna and Neville (yay for the cute couple!) and others.
And I'll make up that list as we go along!
On to the story…
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Hermione Granger found herself slumping on her way to the doctor's office.
She had a raging headache and was feeling burdened and heavy as she walked to Mr Rodney's office.
"Do come in, Hermione."
Hermione took a deep breath and braced herself, not knowing the outcome of her check-up last Saturday. Harry and the others were constantly asking her to get a check-up with her eyes. Hermione often complained of headaches and blurry vision and because her work with the Ministry was so demanding, she couldn't find the time to visit any doctors.
Sitting down on the seat across the doctor's, Hermione counted to three, hoping it was not something serious.
Hermione remembered her frequent visits to the doctor when she was younger.
Her mum would hold her hand and whisper soothing words to her, telling her that everything will go smoothly. But Hermione didn't fear as much, though. Her parents were both doctors anyways.
Doctor Rodney stared back at her and gave a smile. He gestured towards a bowl filled with candy.
"Would you like to have some, Hermione?" he asked nicely.
Hermione shook her head. Doctor Rodney had always been this nice to her even back when she was young.
"Is it bad?" Hermione asked. "Is it bad enough to make me cry?"
Doctor Rodney laughed.
"Hermione, dear, you sound so much like a child," he says to her, but his face turns serious. "I'm not so sure if it will make you cry. I, perhaps, think you're stronger than that."
Hermione looked down. She sensed bad news.
"Just tell me, please, Mr Rodney," she said to him, her tone almost begging.
"Well…" Doctor Rodney stared right into Hermione's eyes. Hermione fought the urge to look away.
"Your vision will be most likely gone by the end of the year, Hermione."
Hermione stopped breathing for a moment.
What?
It's a joke, Hermione, Hermione thought to herself, shutting her eyes, a very bad joke.
Laughing nervously, Hermione swatted at Doctor Rodney's hand.
"Stop joking," she said, "it's not funny at all."
Doctor Rodney only looked at her with pity and Hermione knew that he wasn't joking.
Hermione choked back tears.
"But… but how?"
"Cone-Rod Dystrophy, I'm afraid. It can cause you blindness, Hermione…"
Hermione laughed.
My vision is perfect! She thought. Sure it wavers every now and then but Cone-Rod Dystrophy?
"Maybe you had a relative with this particular eye disorder," Doctor Rodney explained. "I'm sorry, Hermione. This is the time where you have to make the most out of your life."
Hermione didn't know what to say.
She gave a small smile. "Thank you very much, Doctor."
"Hermione, I informed your parents just to be safe. I hope you do well, and maybe you could come back for check-ups," Doctor Rodney replied. Hermione only nodded and got out of the office as fast as she could. Right now, she was in Muggle London.
Thoughts were battling inside her head.
Magic can fix all of this, she tried to convince herself. You'll get your vision back, you will, Hermione.
But not everything can be fixed by magic, can it?
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Hermione ran to her favourite spot by the bridge. She was back in the Wizarding World, and she couldn't find the heart to inform anyone of her misfortune just yet.
The bridge was empty, just for her.
Hermione looked down to see her reflection, the river below the bridge glistening.
A bridge over troubled waters indeed.
Tears streaming down Hermione's face, she brought a hand to wipe them away, but they wouldn't stop coming.
"I HATE THE WORLD!" she screamed as loud as she could, knowing no one could hear her.
More tears ran down her face and she laughed madly.
"I HATE EVERYTHING!"
Her reflection was smiling back at her.
"I'D BE BETTER OFF BLIND!"
With that last scream, she fell to her knees and sobbed a little louder, not caring if anyone would see her. They should just let her be, the frozen, traumatized Hermione Granger, best friend of Harry Potter and hero of the war.
Hermione stood up, shaking.
She allowed herself to look at her reflection once more.
Was she happier before than now?
She leaned on the bridge, her body threateningly close to just falling in the current, but Hermione shrugged it off. She'd have her little sense of heaven right here on the bridge.
She thought of how she could just fling herself off, and she shook her head.
No. She's been through too much for her just to kill herself.
She won't allow herself to even try.
Hermione ran her hand along the bridge's pattern, her tears blurring her vision.
Or maybe it was the Cone-Rod Dystrophy.
Cone-Rod Dystrophy, Hermione laughed to herself, who would've thought, right?
Testing her limits, tears streaming down her face, she leaned even closer to the edge.
Suddenly, someone pulled her away, and she shrieked and swatted at the person's arms.
"Fuck, Granger," she heard him say.
The voice brought back memories from Hogwarts and she immediately knew who owned the voice.
If it wasn't for Mr Bouncing Ferret himself.
Hermione felt horrified at the thought of crying while Malfoy saw her.
"Trying to kill yourself, are we now?" he said, his voice deeper and more knowing than when he was just a boy.
"Definitely not," Hermione retorted. She hadn't even bothered kneeing him right where it hurt. She was just too broken to wipe away her tears.
So there she cried, right in Draco Malfoy's arms, thinking that this just might be the last time she would do this.
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Sorry if it was a little too depressing but I'll make it much lighter in the next chapters! I just needed you to see how Hermione felt and how she tried to hide her feelings and thoughts. And if this was short, I am really sorry. You can see this as some kind of prologue, I suppose.
Please review for a possible next chapter!
And if you don't know what Cone-Rod Dystrophy is, you can google it if you want. Haha, I'm a lazy potato.
Till next time!
ErisedMirrors.