"I can't," whispered Draco as he slowly walked away from a tear streaked face Hermione.
The time was nigh, and he had to stop his relationship with her. She knew too much already, not everything, but she knew he was a Death Eater. That night, when she found him on the floor writhing in agony as she did her prefect rounds was the worst and best night of his life.
*Flashback*
"Ahh!" he cried out as his knees buckled and he fell to the floor, clutching his arm as a white hot shot of pain ran through it. He had spent too much time in the room of requirement and had to now sneak back to the dungeons, but the meeting with the Dark Lord did not go well and this was his punishment. Struggling to sit up, he fell back down as the pain ran through his arm once more.
Hermione, being the ever observant prefect heard the cry of pain and rushed down the corridor. What she saw astonished her. Draco Malfoy, helpless and in agony.
"Malfoy! What's wrong?" she asked worriedly as he cried out once more in anguish. Noticing that he was shaking and clutching his arm, she knelt down and tried to remove his hand.
"Get away from me!"
"No! Not until you tell me what is wrong with you, we have to get you to Pomfrey!"
"I don't need to see her, I'm fine, ju-just get away from me mudblood!"
Dismissing the mudblood insult, she forcefully removed his shaking hand away from his arm.
What she saw shocked her to her very core.
"Draco…"
Unable to hide his pain, he grimaced once more as he saw the droplets of blood leaking from his porcelain skin.
'A Death Eater. No. No, there must be a story behind it, he's only SIXTEEN!' Were the ramblings in Hermione's head as she stared at the bleeding mark.
Unaware of her actions, Hermione withdrew her wand and started to heal the open wounds.
Once she had healed him, and his tremors had died down somewhat he cautiously sat up.
She knew. She knew what he was and yet she was still sitting next to him.
Why?
As if coming out of her trance, Hermione got up and ran away, a single tear rolling down her face.
*End Flashback*
Ever since that fateful night, Hermione and he became close. She would heal him every time she felt a burning sensation in her robe pocket, and he in turn would listen to her woes about Ron and Lavender being together.
Until one night, when their friendship turned into what it was currently.
One night, one kiss, one devious act; and the dam had been unleashed.
The choked sob he heard from Hermione made him want to tear his heart out. But the War was coming, and they were on opposite sides.
A/N: This is a drabble I posted on my tumblr. If you have tumblr, feel free to ADD me- theillegallyblondeangel .tumblr
Also, I'm still working on 'What Can't Be Broken' the next chapter will be up after the Christmas/New Year period.
I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas! :D
~BelleBelles