Does pain weigh out the pride,
And you look for a place to hide,
Did someone break your heart inside?
You're in ruins.
21 Guns - Green Day
Draco heard the door slam as she left, he didn't care whether she was in the room or not. He hated her, she hated him, and they would stay out of each other's way. He looked around at the mess he had made; he didn't mean too, he had just been so angry that he couldn't control it. He looked at the shattered table and dresser. The pillows on his bed were ripped too. He was surprised that so much anger had overcome him that this happened.
He sat in the middle of the room, staring at the destruction through unseeing eyes. He wasn't there anymore; his mind was in that dark place many fear. His memories.
"Draco, watch out!" his mother called to him, they were in the middle of a war and she was worrying about him? He rolled his eyes but listened to her, he wanted to be sure she would still be safe too.
He loved his mother and would hate for her to die this way. There was a flash of green to his right, he saw it coming towards him but couldn't move because if he did it would hit his mother.
He heard a scream and then he was pushed over, as he fell to the ground it seemed like time slowed down. He watched as the green hit his mother dead in her chest. He hit the ground with a muffled thump. He felt a scream leave him and he looked to see who had cast it, rage filled him as he saw the smirking face of Lucius.
He jumped to his feet, and turned to the man he once called father.
"Draco, Draco, Draco. How could you let that happen?" Lucius drawled, causing Draco to glare at him.
"You bastard, you killed her." Draco snarled, the words coming out broken because of his anger.
Then started their duel, flashes of light surrounded them, and soon Draco's anger got the best of him.
He put all his hatred of his father into those two words, all of it. From the abuse as a child, the first Crucio he had ever felt, forcing him to be branded with the Dark Mark. Everything.
"Avada Kedavra!" he shouted, Lucius was so shocked at the words from Draco's mouth that he paused just a second too long. The spell hit him.
Lucius was dead, by his own hands.
Mother was dead by Lucius' hands, a death meant for Draco.
He felt a tear escape him and he felt the rage well up inside again. It was his fault his mother was dead, if he had just been able to stay in that spot for one more second the spell would have taken the right person. The one who deserved to die, the one whose arm was burned with the Dark Mark.
He looked out the window and saw it was dark out, the moon was full and the pure white light fell into the room playing strange shadows across his floor. He finally stood up and took one more look around the room. He fixed one of the pillows with a quick spell and lay down, hoping for sleep to steal him away.
Half of him feared sleep, knowing that with it came nightmares.
Hermione found the Harry and Ron sitting at a back table in the library. They were busy laughing at something and didn't see her coming. She stood next to the table, looking down on them with her hands on her hips and glared. Harry saw her first, she watched amusedly as his eyes widened and he stopped laughing. He hit Ron on the arm and Ron turned around to her, his fear written on his face.
"It's only been," Harry checked his watch, "two hours. Are you sure you're calm?" he looked genuinely scared of her; she enjoyed this and decided to stretch out the fear.
She smiled as sweetly as she could and sweetened her voice for her next words.
"Of course I am, Harry." She saw him flinch at her voice, and his fear grew in his eyes.
She walked away and heard a sigh of relief come from Ron; she smiled to herself, looking forward to what would soon happen. She grabbed a chair from another table to the table Harry and Ron were at, they were whispering while she was gone and stopped as soon as she came back into sight.
She sat down and opened a random book; it was on the same topic as the potions essay due the next day, she made a mental note to talk to them about not doing their homework when they should.
"So, were sorry." Ron said nervously, she looked up at him and smiled,
"It's ok, Ronald. I mean, it's just our worst enemy, and the guy who calls me a 'mudblood'."
Harry and Ron exchanged a quick look and then turned their attention back to her. She just continued to look at the book in front of her, she even started humming. She watched as they slowly relaxed and went back to their conversation, which was as always, about Quidditch.
She lifted her head up and watched them for a minute, mentally going through the spells from the book Lavender had given her.
"Hey guys?" she said softly, turning their attention back to her, "I know that this was all for the best. I forgive you." She watched as their faces softened and they realized she wasn't mad.
They said their goodbyes and Hermione stood to leave, but of course she wasn't really going to leave. She hadn't done what she came to yet. She ducked behind a bookshelf and found a place where she could see Harry and Ron. Their voices drifted over to her,
"Why wasn't she mad?" Ron was saying as he glanced around as if waiting for an attack.
"I don't know but I expected her to hex us at least, not forgive us." Harry replied, this time Hermione had to hold back laughter. She lifted her wand and pointed it at Ron and murmured the spell, his hair slowly turned a bright blue she then quickly turned it to Harry and whispered a different spell that made his hair fall perfectly over his head, something that had never been seen before.
By then the two boys were laughing at one another and trying to figure out what happened with their hair. She wanted to go further with the changing of their appearances but got a better idea.
"Alica hoc obfirmo" she whispered pointing her wand at both, now only she would be able to undo the spells. She laughed and ran back to her new room; curfew was in just 10 minutes.
And in her laughter of what she had done, she forgot who was waiting for her in the room.
On the brink of sleep Draco heard the door slam shut and he knew that Granger was back. He realized too late that his door was wide open. He heard her swear when she saw the mess, and with a flick of her wand he felt a rush of wind and soft sounds of everything mending itself. He felt his blanket get moved to cover his body.
He heard a sigh and his door close. He was shocked at her kindness.
Why would she help me? That was the last thing he thought before he drifted into his usual nightmares.
A/N: "Alica hoc obfirmo" should be "lock this spell" in Latin but I used Google translator so it might not be right. But yeah. Any questions/comments/concerns?
Does pain weigh out the pride,
And you look for a place to hide,
Did someone break your heart inside?
You're in ruins.
Does pain weigh out the pride,
And you look for a place to hide,
Did someone break your heart inside?
You're in ruins.
Does pain weigh out the pride,
And you look for a place to hide,
Did someone break your heart inside?