Chapter 1: Love is Pain
My love. My first real love. He's tall and handsome. So pale he looks ghostly. Hair so blonde that its white. Cold thin lips but perfect. I loved everything about this man, and I still do. My love for him gets stronger every day. His name? Draco. Draco Malfoy.
When I was younger I was the strong type. Stern, smart, brave. A true gryfindor. Beautiful, he would call me as we passed in the hallway. Mud blood he would call me with his friends. I loved that about him. The unexpected compliments. The often put downs. Of course I never appreciated him calling me names. No girl does. But the way he talks is so soothing I don't even notice when he insults me sometimes. It's almost ridiculous. When did I start loving this beautifully terrible man? Well, here's our story.
"you filthy little mud blood!" Draco yelled in Hermione's face. She stepped back in horror of that word. Tears filling up in her eyes, she blinked them away and punches him square in the face. She feels better, a lot better. She hears Ron and Harry laughing in the background as she watches Draco and his friends run away in fear. She feels bad, really bad. So bad that she wants to go see if Draco is okay. Then she catches herself thinking these thoughts. She has never thought about being nice to Draco. "am I okay?" she asks herself softly.
"what was that?" Harry asks.
"oh nothing. Just speaking to myself, sorry" she answers him.
They walk back, the whole time Ron talking excitedly about how Hermione being so brave and standing up to Draco like that. The whole time Hermione thinking how ridiculous she is for feeling bad about that.
They get back to the Gryfindor common room. Hermione runs up to her room right away to think more leaving Ron and Harry confused.
"what's up with her?" asks Ron.
"must be girl stuff, let's go tell Neville and Seamus what happened, they will never believe it." Harry says.
They leave and the common room becomes empty.
Hermione lays in her bed staring at the ceiling. No ones in the room but her, she's glad. "No reason to have anyone worry about me, just leads to more stress." she says in her head.
She hears something odd. She comes out of her haze and takes out her wand for protection from whatever made the sound. She sits up and looks around. Nothing. Again she hears the noise, sounds like someone in the common room rummaging for something. Suddenly she hears someone yelling. A familiar voice.
It's Draco. She knows it.
He's cursing now. Yelling swear words at the top of his lungs. "he must think no ones here." Hermione whispers to herself. She's know wondering why he's here.
"THAT FILTHY LITTLE MUDBLOOD BITCH! She will learn never to touch me again!" he screams.
Hermione's terrified. What if he comes up here and finds her. He would hurt her. She would scream for help but no one would hear because no one is here.
Suddenly silence fills the air. Then footsteps coming up the stairs. She's so scared she can't move. She's just standing in the middle of the room with her arms by her side staring at the door.
He's behind the door, she knows because the knob jiggled. It's locked.
"Alohamora" he whispers. The door creaks open a bit. She can see the tip of his wand.
He walks inside. She's standing there like an idiot afraid to do anything. Afraid for her life.
He's staring at her now. Hatred in his eyes. But she stares into them, only because there's more than hate in those sparkling eyes. She can't quit figure out what it is before he looks away. He's looking out the window now. It's raining. She hadn't noticed until now. She takes a light step back because she feels quit unbalanced. He jerks his head back at her. He looks at her feet.
"it's raining." he finally brakes the silence. She slightly nods to show she's listening. He sits down on her bed. Puts down his wand and looks at the ground.
His nose is red and a little swollen. He rubs at it, then winces from the slight pain. He looks back out the window. His eyes are watery.
"I'm sorry." Hermione says softly. She's looking out the window too, watching the small droplets hit the glass and skidding down making paths of water. Reminds her of tears.
He's looking at her now. She's looking at her feet, then looks up at him. Their eyes meet. She doesn't see hate in his eyes anymore. There's no trace of it. She sees sadness and that little something she can't quit figure out.
"you should be." he says loudly. His eyes change again, from sadness to hate, then to anger.
He gets up and picks up his wand. He starts walking towards her slowly. Hermione steps back quickly scared of what he's going to do. She slips and her wand rolls under the bed near her. She scrambles to her feet.
She backs up into a wall. Draco is now in her face. There faces are only inches apart. She can feel his hot breath on her nose. He's taller than her so she has to look up. She sees his eyes and it frightens her even more. She turns her head so she's looking at the window again. He gets closer. His breath now on her ear. She wants to dart but he's smart and is holding her hands against the wall now.
He whispers into her ear "karma's a bitch." she winces as the cold words hit her ear. She looks back at him. He's looking deep into her eyes now. His eyes, they changed. Now she knows what has been in his eyes this whole time. Death.
She's surprised. Her breathing quickens.
He takes a step back and lets go of her hands. She doesn't move but she wants to, she knows that if she does move it will just make the situation worse. So she just stays still, she's staring at his wand. He has it in his hand, he's also looking at it.
He's still very close to her and she's wondering if she could punch him again, if she would have enough will power to do it.
He lifts his head and looks at her, she looks up. Right when there eyes meet, he gets close again and knees her in the stomach. He then kicks her in the arm. Then to finish off he slaps her in the face.
He feels good. He feels better now that he has had his revenge. She's crying, her nose is slightly bleeding and her arm is bent out of shape. Its broken.
He turns around and walks quickly from the room. He leaves her there to suffer until someone helps her.
"You dropped your wand!" she screams through the gasps for breath and the tears running into her mouth. His wand lays on the floor right next to her. It doesn't sound like he's coming back so she reaches for it but then screams in pain. She looks at her arm. She didn't notice until now that it's obviously broken. Through the pain in her stomach she can't really feel much.
She starts screaming for help, "Help! HELP! Please, someone help!". She knows no one can hear her because no one is there. She starts crying even more if that's even possible. She still feels bad about punching him in the face. She feels bad that she caused him pain. She doesn't want to feel bad though, she wants too feel good that she punched his face. But she just can't bring herself to think like that. Even when she's lying on the floor in so much pain because of him, she just can't...
