CHAPTER TWO
DRACO'S POV
I stood there, my body throbbing in agony, watching the clear water run down the blue and black bruises my father had left on my legs. Another year at Hogwarts stood before me like a chain around my neck, weighing me into the abyss of my dark future.
How could I go on like this? How could I bear it?
It seemed every year it became more and more difficult, concealing my home life from the prying eyes of my fellow students. To them, I was the golden child of Slytherin, the prince, the heir to the great Malfoy family.
I knew, however, that I was just a weak, frightened child, unloved, unwanted.
It all changed that day, though… As I stood in the shower unit on Hogwarts express, basking in the cool, soothing embrace of the shower, turned to retrieve my towel—
And found myself face to face with a mudblood.
"Granger!" I snarled, grabbing the towel to hide my lithe, naked body.
Hermione Granger goggled at me, her pert, rosebud lips open like a butterfly. For a moment, I was enraptured by just how beautiful she'd become over the summer-- slim, curvy... her hair glowing with glorious highlights--
And abruptly, she vanished back into the compartment. And all I felt was humiliation, and an uncomfortable tickling of arousal.
No! She's a Mudblood! I thought fiercely, willing the desire away.
How much had she seen? I wondered, panicked. Had she seen the Malfoy's dark secret?
Merlin, what would I do?
Hermione was trembling as she retreated down the aisle, trying to banish the image of that beautiful, yet tragically battered body from her mind. Hot images of sweaty naked Draco, however, tormented her like nightmarish longings she could not deny.
What had that boy suffered through in his life? What sort of brutal monster must he have fought to obtain those horrible dark bruises that covered his entire dripping wet body?
"I feel bad for him, and his battered body, but I feel worse for myself." She thought, feeling worse for herself than his battered body. Her parents were mobsters after all, a terrible secret that caused her unspeakable pain and torment every day of her life.
Every day she lived as the daughter of her ghastly parents.
But then, guilt struck her like a physical blow. How could she pity herself more than that poor, beaten boy? How could she be so selfish?
"My parents have done far worse to the snitches they've beaten and murdered," she reflected thoughtfully. "So is the blood on my hands for that, as well?"
And she knew then, in a flash of powerful insight, that she needed to help the misunderstood young Slytherin escape whoever was brutally tormenting him.
And she knew she needed to banish the images of that gloriously sexy body from her mind… because it was wrong. No one could ever see her true self; she would never dare show them. She never risk them all hating her.
Taking a deep breath, and steeling herself, she put on her best smile, and entered the compartment with her friends.
"Hello, Harry, Ronald, Neville. How was your summer?"
As the three oblivious, young men launched into cheerful conversation, she could not help but dwell upon the haunted look in Draco's eyes… the one she'd seen all too often in the mirror herself. And she could not help but realize… perhaps she'd met a kindred spirit, at long last.
She didn't notice Neville's rapt stare.
To Be Continued?
Ooh, Draco and Hermione are soooo cute together! I am so excited about writing a story about their love, and dealing with other kids who are not so cool with it. Do you want to see more? REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! XD
OR woulde you rather she get with someone else? Like Neville? Or Ron? Or maybe she could get with them, and then get with Draco cause he gets jealous? LEMME KNOW!