THE PINK UMBRELLA
A DRAMIONE FANFICTION
A/N: Hi there you guys! I have always loved Dramione though they never really seemed to have a chance in the real HARRY POTTER story. Actually, my Dramione interest started when I saw the Harry Potter Movie Series. I always admire Emma Watson because she is drop-dead gorgeous and I always had a crush on Tom Felton since the Sorcerer's Stone. So I hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not certainly own any HARRY POTTER book-they belong to J.K Rowling,bless her- and any of its characters. This is merely just a fan fiction.
SUMMARY: Draco Malfoy's girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson was tortured by a Death Eater hunting Draco's family after he and his mother,Narcissa, decided to take side with Dumbledore after his father, Lucius Malfoy's downfall which landed him in Azkaban prison. She was tortured nearly to madness and had to be taken to St. Mungo's, a wizard hospital. It was a shock to everyone, especially Draco himself. He blamed himself for what happened to his gilrfriend. Hermione Granger, nobody close to him, decided to cheer him up and even protect him from her own best friends, Ron and Harry.
PROLOGUE
He hated the rain. It made the ground he walked on muddy, therefore, it made him dirty. But right now, he didn't care about being dirty, or getting wet at all. He didn't even mind walking in the rain...or cared of the fact that he was in the Muggle-world. He ran away from home. His father was mad at him for not being what he wanted him to be...a strong, brave and clever wizard that would be worth showing-off as a son. He knew, he perfectly knew his father was going to deny him as his son when somebody asked...He failed him...He did not, once again, met his father's expectation...He, as always, ended up a failure.
Sometimes he wondered, 'Am I truly their son?'. He couldn't help comparing himself to his mother and father. His mother was a clever witch and his father was a powerful wizard...while he, was always who he was...frail and witless. A shame to the Wizarding world...an outcast to their family.
He stopped walking. He didn't know where he was...nor did he care. The road was completely deserted. He was alone...like always. All his feelings, disappointments, shame and anger combined inside him and all he wanted to do was just explode to get rid of all his emotions.
Then, he sat on the ground, wrapped his trembling arms around his cold knees and bent down hiding his face from the world...all he knew was that, no one was around, he could be who he was without anyone seeing it. He could let out all his feelings without being ashamed of it. He felt cold, but every raindrop reaching his quivering body actually comforted him. He didn't care about anything at the moment but to cry his whole heart out 'till he was free of all his sorrows.
It was until he felt someone sheltering him, that he knew, he wasn't alone anymore. But he didn't raise his head...he just kept sobbing. He cannot feel the cold rain touching him anymore, but he nevertheless knew it was still raining for he could perfectly hear droplets hitting the ground. Whoever was that somebody behind him, he didn't give a damn. If it was a wizard, then maybe his mother sent him to search for him and take him home. If it was a muggle, then maybe he was only wondering why someone was sitting on the road, or something like that.
"Hi. Who are you? What are you doing out here? It's raining."
A muggle. And if he was not mistaken, a girl muggle. She sounded like a little girl...around his own age.
"Go away..." said the boy in his croaked voice.
"Are you crying? Why?" asked the muggle girl with concern.
"I'm not crying! I'm not weak..." replied the boy, still hiding his face.
"What happened?" asked the girl, softly.
"None of your business! Just go away! Leave me alone!" shouted the boy.
"Are you hurt? Did you stumble? D'you have wound?" the muggle girl didn't seem to hear his demands.
The boy didn't reply to this. Instead he sobbed more.
The muggle girl talked again. "Whatever's wrong, I know it'll be alright. All pain stops. All wounds heal. It might take time though...so right now, just cry."
"I shouldn't...I am not weak. I can't be weak..or else, my family will turn their back on me."
"Crying is not a symbol of weakness. And your family won't leave you because you cried...because you're sad."
"You don't know my family. You don't know what they are capable and what they are not capable of doing. You are just a muggle who knows nothing about my kind."
"Your kind? Why, are we different from each other?"
"Yes. You muggles do not know we exist and we...my family, which includes me, hates muggles. Hates you. Muggles are filthy and pathetic."
"But I am not filthy and pathetic." said the girl calmly.
"No. You're a muggle, therefore, you are filthy and pathetic."
The girl sighed, "Okay, if that makes you feel better."
"Go away, will you?!" the boy shouted again.
But the girl, once again, seemed to have not heard him at all. She just stared down at him, smiling.
"You know what? I have never seen such a lovely hair as yours."
The boy, even though taken aback by her compliment, still refused to raise his head. "Go away." he said stiffly.
"I will. But first, you must take my umbrella."
The boy didn't have the slightest idea what an umbrella was, but not bothering to find out what it was, he replied: "No."
"I insist. I know you are wet already, but I still want you to take this umbrella. Please."
'Maybe, it's the thing she's using to shelter me...' thought the boy. He felt a long, cylindrical thin tube slide down his side, brushing his ear. It must have been the thing's handle, he thought. He felt protected from the rain as he heard the drip of water hitting the surface of the umbrella, but never hitting him.
"Go home now. Your parents must be worried about you."
"Go. Away. Now."
"I hope you'll be alright. Always remember what I told you. Crying is not a sign of weakness...it somehow shows how strong you are. Because not everybody is strong enough to show their feelings, they pretend to be strong by keeping all the pain they feel inside them letting it slowly take away every ounce of happiness they have. And do not be afraid of being yourself...otherwise, you will never be happy."
He just kept his head bowed down, but nevertheless, listened to what the muggle girl was saying.
"Goodbye, then."
And he heard her run away, leaving him something that would make him remember her.
He admitted, her words comforted him more than the caress of the rain falling on him. But he was sure, he could never be that strong to show everyone who he was. He would never show his father he knew how to cry. He would never tell his mother he listened to a muggle. He would never show anybody he was weak. He wanted to take the advice of the muggle...but he was too scared to contradict the advice of his own father.
Anyway, she was just a muggle. A filthy and pathetic little muggle no one should pay attention to.
He stood up, decided to go home, bringing along with him, the little, pink umbrella to shelter himself from the rain.
A/N: so how was the Prologue? Haha I know it was kind of...sad, dramatic...but well, just try to check out the next chapters. Oh, and please do follow or make this your favorite if you liked it. Then please, please, leave some REVIEWS and let me know how you felt!
