The Truth of Things
A/N: Ehh....as you see I decided to write a D/Herm fic......Okay, yeah I know I suck at writing but who cares? It's not like people actually read the things I do... Alas, I will continue to write, 'cause Draco and Hermione fic's are the BEST!!! K, I'll be quiet now...
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from J.K. Rowling or all her great plots, but I certainly do own this plot I made up.........
The pelting rain crashed against the window, by which the boy with silver hair was gazing out, the trees slashed from one side to another as the train lolled it's way towards Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His delicate ice gray eyes scanned the window, tracing a sliding rain drop, it's delicate dome splattered into the windows fragile glass, causing a trail to form, he smirked ironically, almost seeming as if it were forced. Draco Malfoy sat silently continuing to gaze out the blurry window, although it was a breath-taking sight, as the rain transformed the grassy fields into endless labyrinths of colours, his mind was elsewhere. He slowly closed his eyes, catching the stream of memories he did not wish to bear again.
'No, father, please leave mother out of this!' The small boy yelled at his father, who was in the middle of hitting his already battered wife.
'Shut up, boy, I shall do as I please, you must pay for what you have done, who asked you to go play with that filth!' The cloaked man whispered with cruelty dripping at his every word and continued to lash out at the screaming woman. 'No! Father, let her go!' With a blur of silver, the shouting boy clashed against the brick wall with a earsplitting crack.
'This should teach you to question my authority! Now, you shall watch your own mother be beaten for your clumsy mistake, Draco.' And with that he struck the whimpering woman again with such force that someone would have their bones broken in a second. All while the trembling boy watched with horrified eyes as his own mother was beaten to a state worse than death by his father. 'No, mother!'
"Mother!" Draco snapped out of his vision of the horrid past, "Mother..." He whimpered again, catching his face in his hands he crammed his eyes shut, hoping against all hope to forget what he just seen. " Well, well if it isn't the great Draco Malfoy sitting all alone, without his two mountains of protection." Whispered a soft voice spattered with such venom that would burn a hole right through your skin.
" Shut up Mudblood, you shouldn't dare even come in my compartment, I do not want my things infested with your filth." He replied with equal hatred, looking up he caught the fiery gaze of the reincarnated form of Professor Mc Gonaglle, Hermione Granger. "Ouch, that hit home, Malfoy." Sarcasm, yet another trait she picked up from her 6 years at Hogwarst. Smirking with an evil glimmer in his usually lifeless eyes, he slowly stood up. Walking forward he grabbed Hermione pulling her towards him, he whispered slowly into her ear " Tsk, tsk, tsk, haven't you ever learned, mudblood? You shouldn't mess with people you don't know."
Letting a hand linger for a moment on her pale cheek, catching her bewildered gaze, he slowly brushed his hand away, trailing a cold touch of ice linger on her cheek. " Get. Away. From. Me. Malfoy." She whispered with such stubbornness almost too much for her. He chuckled a bit, but his stony gaze never leaving her's, he smirked as he observed her every move, literally she was unconfutable, all the better, he thought. "Now, mudblood, can you please tell me the reason why you let yourself stray in my compartment?"
"Because, Malfoy, professor Mc Gonaglle sent me an owl to inform us that we were to meet her immediately after arrival at school, I just thought since you were too absorbed in yourself to even notice a half frozen owl hovering for the past hour or so, in front of your window." She calmly explained, as if talking to a child, and pointing to the window. Draco shifted his gaze slowly towards the window, thinking it was only one of Granger's tasteless jokes. Apparently, for the millionth time, she was right, hovering in front of the watered glass, a soaked to death owl was starting at Draco. "Aren't you going to bring it in, the poor thing is freezing to death!" Her voice lined with concern for a small pitiful owl, he chuckled, such a love for life.
"Yes, I am going to move, now Granger, remember I do not care for little pleasure animals, but if it'll help you to shut your over-educated mouth then I shall try." Draco retorted sarcastically, hoping to make her go away and leave him at peace. Unsuccessfully, Hermione's face paled slightly, indicating that he was in mortal danger of getting lectured by the Queen of Homework. Before she could even start, he rushed to the window, threw it open, and seized the drenched owl. "No, mudblood, you will NOT start on one of your boring speeches, I would prefer to die in peace." He smirked as her face clearly showed irritation. "God, Malfoy, you just don't shut up, I mean seriously, I thought you would actually change for once, apparently I was in fact wrong." Hermione sighed in indignation, presently this was not the time to cause an official war against Slytherin and Griffindor. "I have enough of this, I only wanted to make our situation neutral, but big puffed up Malfoy just HAD to ruin it, correct?" Without letting him even start she continued " Malfoy, won't you just grow up? Is it so very hard to not insult me in any way possible? Mc Gonaglle obviously thought so. I actually tried to be anywhere near nice to you, but you just had to bounce it right back? But I've had it, your Head Boy, and I'm Head Girl, we work together, but I'll try with all my heart to not show my face to you, ever again." With that Hermione exited Draco's compartment, leaving him stunned out of this world. Well that went well, sarcastic remarks always pay off, Draco returned to his perch by the window, watching the swelling clouds heave at the force of pounding rain. Silver eyes freckled with uncertainty, what did she mean? He had to admit that the mudblood did have a point, but how the hell in god's name is he not supposed to insult Hermione Granger, the Goddess of the library, Queen of all Homework? It was completely out of hand, he had no control in his actions, and with his last year at Hogwarts, he was soon to become another useless drone to the Dark Lord, or as his loving father said it 'An honourable position as the Dark Lord's inner clientele.' More like an honourable position as the Dark Lord's ass cleaner. He snorted, life was going to be just perfect, perfect as to destroy every ounce of happiness in his short life. Draco's steal grey eyes turned almost pitch black while he was thinking of how his life will turn out, not the least bit pleasant, he did not notice that the sky had darkened also, an streak of light bashed out from the clouds making a rumbling noise as it clashed with the soddened ground.
He also didn't notice the flawing winds that crashed against the train with such force that the train jerked form side to side, swaying as if in a fierce dance.
"You WILL become a Death Eater, by the end of this year you will have pledged your loyalty to the Dark Lord." Lucius's words split through his senses like a knife through his heart. 'I will not become a death eater, I will not, I won't, I can't, and I WILL NEVER BOW DOWN TO THAT MONSTER!' That did it, he had received the heart stopping glare of death from his own father, loathing and hatred shining clearly in his freezing eyes, but yet even that didn't stop him 'Are you that deaf? Or can you hear me, father?' He spat the word father with such powers of loathing that Lucius took a involuntary step back 'I will NOT be spoken to like that by someone lower than me!' 'Lower than you? Ha, what a fine joke father. I am far more intelligent then the great Lucius Malfoy who stupidly pledged himself to a DEATH SENTENCE!' His father then had enough, grabbing the boys shirt he lunged him down the stairs leading to the dungeons, his fate was even more cruel than he had expected.
"I will get you back, father..." Draco whispered with a deadly voice at the window as the storm continued to rage on outside, revealing Draco's deepest feelings in it's howling winds. Such hate for life, completely the opposite of Miss. Head Girl, how annoying it was to be in her god like presence, being almost bored to the grave with one of her lectures, he sneered, that mudblood better know in what kind of danger she's in. But in fact, the mudblood did have a pretty face, tall, long legs, honey brown eyes, and most horribly, the top student of all her years at Hogwarts, she had the makings of a perfect idol for all boys, but, she was of course a teachers pet. That blew everything off. Now, her two empty headed so called 'friends' the Potty and Weasel, the most boring people to come on this earth, oh yes how he hated them, there was no jealousy in there, they were the worst friends even for a filthy mudblood.
Being the most handsome block in all Hogwarts, he had his fan club of air-headed girls, mostly in Slytherin, lead by the most petrifying girl of school, Pansy Parkinson, he shuddered at the very thought of her. She was always following him at school, sending him the most ridiculous and poor attempts at a flirtatious glance, he was sick of it, it was bad enough that she 'loved' him, but her attempts to snag him were so pathetic that he almost died laughing. A smile twitched at his lips, ah what fine memories of laughing at Parkinson, he remembered the time when she had put on some red lip stick, that did it he seriously had the be dragged to the medical wings, he couldn't possibly stop laughing at how horrifyingly funny she looked, even now the memory was fresh in his mind. A silent laughed escaped his gentle lips, echoing throughout the dark compartment, he was always alone, he had no one to talk to, he loved it that way. Draco marvelled at the striking lightning bolt that flickered though the black sky, his smile made the room seem even more forbidding to enter. One year left before he was dead, his eyes darkened even more, one lovely year left before that monster takes away my soul, and locks it up forever in a cage made in my own mind.
A/N: Yes, I know it isn't the best fic of all time, and it won't be. Okay, for all you people who are waiting for a bit of romance, it won't come soon, you'll have to wait. Flame if you must, review if you'd like, do whatever. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!