So, this is my new story. All of the chapters so far are long, which is a big accomplishment for me. Anyway, this is something different I suppose, and it involves Hermione, Draco, and Blaise. So, please review and tell me what you think, honestly is the best policy!
As she lay next to the man who broke her, beat her, and misused her, she thought about her life thus far; her life with him. It never used to be bad, all bloody and bruised. The tears were never there, neither were the scars of emotional and physical pain. No, Draco Malfoy used to be one heartfelt and passionate human being. Hermione Granger remembered when that was, exactly six months before they consummated their love together. Now, it was two months after that beautiful night, and she had regretted it wholeheartedly.
Hermione could hear the soft snores of her boyfriend on the bed next to her. His pale chest rising and falling with each breath he took. She loved at nights, after he had his way with her and called her every name in the book, when he was the boy she fell in love with. Before Draco had turned into the man she fell out of love with.
The brown haired witch couldn't even remember what had got him so angry tonight. But, somehow Hermione knew. It was always due to her friends, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Ginny Weasley.
Everyone in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry knew about their relationship. Back when she loved Draco with every fiber of her being, they announced it to the school. Or, somewhat did. Draco had walked Hermione to the Gryffindor common room and kissed her in front of all the Slytherin haters. In a matter of moments, it was all over the school. But to Hermione, it was sort of romantic the way he had cupped her face, making her think she was special.
Hermione thought back to the last two months, what had she done wrong? Had she not loved him enough? It was quite hard to love a person, when said person was looming over you, screaming that you've cheated, calling you a whore, then throwing you on the hard ground and taking you, only after a week when you had given it up so lovingly.
Draco stirred and twitched, but did not wake. Hermione was thankful; she could sneak out of the Room of Requirement without a peep. He would stay in here until the morning, and then there would be hell to pay. It was a ritual of sorts; they did the same thing every night. Frankly, she was quite sick of it.
Quietly, she pushed back the silk sheets, climbing out of the bed. She accioed her clothing from the far side of the room, by the couch where he first threw her on the ground that night. Hermione slid her clothing on, but left her shoes off. She couldn't risk the clatter of shoed footsteps.
She prayed to God, her muggle religion that Draco would not wake and find her slipping away. He would only cry, and plead and beg she not leave him. Then, Hermione wouldn't. She would hold him, whispering promises to him that she just could not allow herself to keep.
Hermione reached the door that led to her freedom, at least for a few hours, and looked back at the sleeping body in the bed. Yes, Draco was still asleep. She thanked God again and slipped out the door.
As Hermione walked down the empty corridors, she remembered her body was covered in bruises. Bruises that were all shades of the rainbow that were plastered over her creamy skin. She couldn't believe the pain she felt as she walked on, but somehow she managed to make it to the Gryffindor common room.
As usual, no one was inside. It was late, after all. Three in the morning is usually when people are sleeping.
Hermione crept up to her sleeping quarters, careful not to wake any of her roommates. Even though everyone knew about Hermione and Draco, Lavender would have a field day.
She was too tired to cover up her bruises with a charm and climbed into bed. Hermione could not help the fear that enveloped her as she drifted off to sleep, fearing the worst for tomorrow morning.
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Hermione knew she was going to miss breakfast by the way she was hustling and bustling around her quarters. She had to check her body three times and make sure she covered every bruise, scrape, and scratch. Looking at her muggle clock on the wall, she noticed by the time she arrived to the Great Hall, she'd have exactly six minutes to scarf down any food she could.
The witch breathed a sigh of relief as she looked herself once over again in the mirror and left her quarters. She finally arrived at the Great Hall with only a few moments left. With a brisk, but confident walk to the Gryffindor table she sat down in between Harry and Ron, who gave her strange looks when she began piling her plate with every food the table offered.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked as he leaned forward to get a better look at his friend. For a while now, he's been noticing odd changes in Hermione.
She nodded and she washed down her mouthful of food with a glass of pumpkin juice. If she hurried, she could get to class before Draco, and she wouldn't have to hear his accusing voice. To him, Hermione has cheated on him numerous times, but never with a Slytherin. To Hermione, she has never cheated once, Slytherin or not.
"Are you sure?" Ron asked, his mouth empty of food for a change. "If it's Draco we can hex him, I know I wouldn't mind." He smiled evilly, which scared Hermione. She didn't want Draco hurt, half of her still loved him.
Hermione nodded, "I'm fine, honestly. I haven't been feeling good lately is all." She was a good liar, she had to be to keep her stories in check.
Harry grew concerned by the days as he watched his friend become more and more depressed, and he did not know what it was. "You're not...pregnant are you?" His hand found her arm, and rubbed small circles on her cold skin.
Hermione had to crack a smile at this, Draco was no fool and certainly not careless. She shook her head, a few curly locks falling into her face. "Certainly not, Harry. But thank you for being so concerned. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go to class."
Her friends watched her retreating form concerning them even more. Something had changed in Hermione, and they knew it had to do with Draco. They just couldn't prove it.
On her way to her first class, which happened to be potions, Hermione's nerves and fear suddenly crept back up. She knew there would be hell to pay again from Draco.
Hermione prayed that no one would be in the classroom yet, and that she could gather her emotions up and bottle them until later. Her prayers, however, were unanswered when she saw Draco Malfoy sitting atop her desk, alone.
His hands were behind his back, making Hermione even more nervous. His face and eyes showed no anger, which shocked her. Draco seemed more scared, and lonely, something she hadn't seen in quite a while.
"Come here." Draco said, his voice small and inviting. She tentatively approached, fearful for what might come. Hermione stopped in front of him, only a footstep away.
He brought his arms around, and Hermione gasped. Draco had given her a dozen red roses, healthy and alive as though they were plucked only a minute ago. She took the roses into her arms, smelling the sweet scent. Roses were her favorite, it didn't matter the color.
"Hermione," Draco whispered her name, sending chills down her spine. He opened his arms wide for her, nodding to let her know it was alright.
Hermione set the roses down next to him and walked into his arms. This was one of those rare moments she got to see the Draco Malfoy, the kind and amazing guy she fell in love with. But it wouldn't last long, soon he would be reminded of what he has to be, and reminded of his family. Lucius was still a death eater, along with Draco. He was scared, and most of the time took it out on Hermione.
Draco pulled his hands through her hair, the feeling of her soft locks on his rough skin felt good. "I love you, Hermione. Please don't leave me," Draco said, his voice filling with sadness and despair.
And Hermione wouldn't leave him, she was scared for both their lives. She figured that deep down, he loved her as she once loved him. And that was enough reason to stay.