I am editing this story. pushing Chapters together and trying to make the story longer. Please bare with me. I know I haven't been writing but things have gotten hectic in my life and writing just wasn't on the forefront of my mind. As always review if you can. I don't mind flames, but if you are going to please tell me why you don't like it and what can be done to make it better it will make me a better writer in the future. Thanks for taking the time to read this and I hope you all have a blessed day ( or night ).
ALSO I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS! They belong soley to J.K. Rowling. I only own the plot line.
Onward to the story!
Draco malfoy had been named Head Boy at the beginning of the year. Professor McGonagall thought it would produce more house unity if the Head Boy and Girl were from the two houses that hated each other most. Even better two people that hated each she chose Hermione as Head Girl. Draco and herself came to an agreement. No more cruel names only witty banter and that is how it has stayed for the last two months because honestly it was better than trashing the common room every night and having Professor McGonagal yell at them for all the extra work they make for the house elves. Since the last incident, when Hermione came into the common room raving about Ron, and Draco had choose just the wrong time to let the word mudblood slip. Needless to say, it took five hours to fix the common room.
A lot of things had happened to every one in the war and Hermione was no exception neither was Draco. They both had a lot of secrets. Neither chose to talk about them. Neither chose to seek help for them. They just carried them with pose and dealt with they in their own way. Hermione's way wasn't always helpful to herself or those around her. So to say they had more in common then they thought they even could would be an understatement.
Hermione awoke just as the sun began to rise. She threw off the covers and put her bare feet on the cold unforgiving stone floor. She had nightmares again all last night and really just felt like staying in bed. Alas, classes started in two hours and she shared a bathroom with a man that should have been born a woman. If she didn't get up now she would look just like the lion on all of the Gryffindor flags around with castle, with out exception, she would have foul morning breath. So she drug herself into the bathroom to take a shower before The Great Slytherin Prince lay his feet on the floor and demand she reliquish the bathroom the royalty.
As she showered, she srubbed her skin until it was raw almost bleeding really it was the only way she felt clean anymore. As she turned off the water and she wrapped a towel around herself. She walked to the mirror and run the wand over it removing the stream as so she could finish getting ready. She brushed her teeth and put on the overly baggy robes. Just as she was casting the frizz be gone spell a loud thud knock sounded making her jump.
"I will be finished in just one moment, Your Highness, Draco Malfoy! Be patient." She shout as he continued to pound on the door.
"You know I am not afraid to come in there and strip down in front of you, Granger! Hurry the bloody hell up. I have to piss like a race horse!"
" If you would let me concentrate I would be out of here faster, BUUUUUTTTTTT noooooo, you have to pound and pound on the damned door like a lunatic!" Hermione said as she stepped around a very grumpy looking Malfoy.
" Malfoys never act like lunatics, Granger. We just know that we deserve the right to piss in the morning when we feel the need." Draco replied, his voice still rough with sleep.
"Well, Your Highness, it is all yours. Day day, sir." Hermione said as she opened the door and went to collect her books.
Hermione made her way down the The Great Hall for breakfast careful to aviod Ron, Harry and Ginny. Really anyone from her house. She sat alone at the end of the table. Ron and Harry walked in and stared straight at her with concern, but she refused to look at them. At this moment she wanted nothing to do with any of them. She felt sick and she ran from The Great Hall in quite a hurry. Only to bump straight into Draco.
"Be careful not all Slytherins have extended the olive branch could've been one of them and you wouldn't be standing right now." He said as he righted her.
"Right, well, sorry. I have to go." Hermione run straight up to her common room and threw herself onto the couch pulling her knees to her chest she started to remember the night everything changed.
Hermione wrapped her arms around her legs and cried. She wanted her innocence back the carefree person she once was and she just wanted to feel like her had someone she could depend on. Someone who could understand without her having to telling them, but most of all someone that could make her forget the past and see that the future is different.
She and Ron were no longer friends because at the end of summer he has told her his feelings for her. He told her how he had always loved her. She had broke down and told him about part of what had happened and he saw her as damaged goods after that and of course Harry took Ron's side and refused to even speak with Hermione. So she was left alone to deal with her pain and anger.
No one would ever love her if her best friends couldn't even love her after what had happened. No one could. Not anymore not when she can't look in the mirror without seeing the truth under the glamours she herself was bound to forever, forever on her own never knowing what could have been. She has so many regrets and honestly if she knew how to kill herself, she would have done it already.
She fell asleep on the sofa for hours. She didn't wake until she heard Draco coming in. He was yelling her name. She ignored him not wanting to move. She just cuddled in closer to the couch. She wasn't worth his time. She heard him stop yelling and assumed he had given up, boy oh boy was she wrong.
"Granger, seriously I know you don't have any friends, but come on! You can't keep skipping classes over those fools! Get up off the sofa! NOW!" He scolded.
She didn't move not even to breathe. He starting shaking her. She still refused to move, but was at least breathing now. He then did something she hadn't thought he would do. He grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder.
"Malfoy put me down this instant! I am hiding, let me hide! What do you care anyway! This just means you will beat me in all of our classes." Hermione said, almost half heartedly.
Draco stopped and switched her into bridal style. He looked down at her. She looked broken. He didn't like this Hermione so he did the only thing he knew to do. He dropped her staight on the ass and stared at her waiting for her to get up.
"Owwww, Malfoy, that hurt." Hermione said flatly.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Ganger? Where is all that piss and vinegar you are normally so full of? Why are you here instead of doing what you love?" He questioned almost to softly for his own liking.
"That is none of your concern. Leave me to my misery, Malfoy! Just leave me alone." She screamed.
"Not until you tell me what is going on. I expect answers, Granger. Now!" He said sternly.
"Well, I hope you like waiting because your aren't getting any!" Hermione said getting up off the floor and running to her room.
Draco caught her halfway up the stairs and wrapped his arms around her waist. Pinning her to the wall. He stared at her and saw something he never thought he would from the famous Hermione Granger... Submission.
"Oh no you don't! Don't you dare submit to me. Fight me, Granger. Make me let you go."
She just stood there quite and timid. Not daring to looking at him nor willing to fight. He took out his wand and pointed it at her face he quirked an eyebrow at her. Challenging her to stop him.
" If there is one thing I know it is glamours, Granger and you are not very good at them. Standing this close I can see them. Shall we see what is under them?" Draco said.
Suddenly Hermione starting fight. Pushing and kicking at him, but he was to quick for that. He pointed his wand again and whispered Infinite Incantatem. As the layers of over used Glamours fell away from Hermione's face. Draco let her go. Staring at her striking face. Though it was striking for an entirely different reason at this very moment. Written in scars all over her face were words. Words no one should ever use toward a woman. Almost every inch of her face was covered in scars. She looked up at him. Then she ran. She ran as fast as she could to the bathroom replacing the glamours would take hours.
"I hope you are fucking happy now, Malfoy! Now you know, I am a filthy whore, used, broken, and tossed away." Hermione hissed.
"You are none of those things. As much as I hate to admit this you are my equal. On every level. Never have I seen something like this. Please, tell me what happened to you." Draco said, ever so softly as to not scare her away. " You do not deserve this nor did you ever."
"Why do you even care, Malfoy? Isn't this what you have been waiting for? Something amazingly juicy to go spread through Slytherin? Now you can tell all you friends how the perfect Hermione Granger was RAPED, BEATEN AND SCARRED by death eaters for two weeks in the woods." Hermione screamed and fell to her knees. There for the first time she said it out loud. She finally let go and screamed out her pain.
"I may be many things Hermione, but never think that I would ever make fun of something like this. This is disgusting. I would never tell anyone no one soul will know, but you and me, unless you tell someone else." Draco walked across the bathroom and kneeled down in front of her. "I can make them go away. I can erase them."
" No you can't I have tried everything, now all I can do is glamours to hide them."
"Granger, you don't live in a house full of death eaters and not learn how to take the scars away."
He took her hand and led her into his room. He laid her down on his bed and then walked to his wardrobe. Taking out a jar of cream and walking back to her. Hermione stared at him. Wondering why he was doing this.
"I can also take away the scar on your arm. That is my fault and I will heal it for you. First so you can see that I can do your face."
"You don't understand, Malfoy. It isn't just my face." Hermione stood, she slipped her cloak off her shoulders showing him her arms while muttering removing spells. to reveal arms carrying the same scars. "They are all over my body. Everywhere. There isn't an inch of skin that isn't covered." She said as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Draco for the first time in his life felt a tear roll down his cheek that wasn't meant to be his. For standing in front of him, Hermione was cover from the tip of her tiny toes all the way to her forehead in scars. He decided right then he didn't care how long it took. He would make every single one go away.
Draco stood shocked at the scene in front in him. He walked towards Hermione. She slunk back from him. Almost as if she was afraid of him. He looked up at her and held his hands up in surrender as if to say "I am not here to hurt you". He held out his hand to her giving her the choice to come closer so he could see what needed to be done. He felt a surge of pride when she took it and came close to him. He first took her arm turning her hand over in his. He saw the words, but none of them truly registered. He was looking pass them to her aura. Focusing on what she was feeling. Most people didn't know that Draco was an empath. He went through layer after layer of pain and anger to betrayal and loneliness. He felt it all and cried for her.
He took the jar and opened it. He held one finger very gently smoothing a thin layer of the cream over her little finger. He focused his intent and pushed forth a healing energy he didn't know he had. He felt himself start to heat up. He knew this could take a very long time.
"Hermione, this could take a very long time. Are you ready? If you are I can do as much as I can right now. Then I will need to stop so I don't drain myself." Draco explained. Hermione nodded and laid down on his bed.
Draco continued his focus on her hand. He works each finger, then on the back of her hand. Soon it was as clear as it was the day she has been born, no scars, no pain. Only clear pale skin soft as silk. He felt very tired. He looked up at her face and realized she had fallen asleep at some point. He figured she would get cold in the middle the night so he covered her with the quilt his mother had made him over the summer. It was enchanted to be just right for each person that used it.
Draco turned out of the room going down stairs and staring into the fire. He couldn't imagine who would be mad enough to do this, but when he found out. You can bet your last galleon that he would make them pay for their cruelty. Honestly it had nothing to do with who it happened to, or when, or where. Just quite simply you do not ever treat a woman like that. His father might have been a cruel man, but he never laid a hand on a woman. It was below a Malfoy to be that barbaric. No one would get away with that under a Malfoy's watch.
Draco laid down on the couch and laughed to himself. If you would've told him three weeks ago he would be sleeping on a couch because Granger was sleeping in his bed he would have called St. Mungos himself to have you check in. As he laid there he realized this was his chance to redeem himself to the people that saved his skin in the war. He knew he had to tread carefully as to not fuck this up. He maybe a Slythirn, but now he needed to be strong and honest. I would make this right. No matter how long it took. Hermione would never need to used glamours again when he was done.
Hermione stretched long and deep, yawning as she feel a warm and cozy. She slowly opened her eyes. This wasn't her room. Suddenly everything that had happened last night came crashing down on her. She started crying into her hands and realized something. For the first time since before the scars she could feel her left hand. It had feeling. She could feel the scars on her face. She pulled her hand away and looked at it. That was the moment her view of Draco Malfoy changed. Her hand was clear of any scars even the one she has gotten when he was ten while doing dishes and cut herself on a knife. She was amazed.
She looked around and Draco was no where to be found, but there was a note on his pillow. She decided to get cleaned up and put the glamours back before she did anything else. Hermione went to the bathroom and started on the glamours.
She had just finished the glamours when there was a popping sound and an elf appeared before her. The elf bowed. She snapped her tiny little fingers and a plate of food appeared before Hermione. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until she smelled the mushed potatoes and started spooning them in her mouth in between getting dressed. If anyone would've seen her they would have laughed til tears.
Hermione took the plate and walked back into Draco's dorm room to read the letter there was two actually.
Dear Miss Granger,
I have been informed that you do not feel well. Please feel free to stay in your dorm as long as you wish. I trust you of all people with not fall behind in your school work. I hope you feel better soon
Headmistress McGonagal
The secord was from Draco.
Granger,
Please feel free to stay in my bed if you wish. I will be back after classes to continue our work. Please rest up.
D.M
Hermione smiled slightly. This was a new side to Malfoy. I wasn't certain how long it would stay, but she rather liked having a friend that cares enough to leave a note when they leave.
Even though Draco had given her permission to stay in his room she didn't feel comfortable there knowing he wasn't here. She retreated to her own room and sat in front of her window. She pulled out her potions book and read ahead four chapters. She was nearly done with the fourth chapter when she felt a sting in the forefinger of her left hand. She hadn't felt anything for so long it shocked her, so she screamed. She looked at her hand and realized it was a paper cut and started cackling like a mad woman. She realized that she had screamed at a small paper cut and then she started crying she could feel. She could actually feel. She just sat there poking her hand all over just to feel.
