Prologue:
She drew a line upon her wrists with her silver razor, taking in all the pain and sorrow that has bestowed upon her. It was her release, her strength, her escape from her life. All the abuse, sexual and verbal that she endures day after day, is coming to an end. She feels it. Lying in her bed, she heard the rain against her window she is drawing -etching- into her perfect silky skin, letting her blood drip out. She felt no pain from this, this was her bliss. As the rain continued to fall, so did her tears, and her blood.
Across England, a man lay in his bed, staring out of his window, watching the lightning flicker on the black velvet of the night sky. He was slowly drifting off to his alluring sleep. The hope for tomorrow, for he will escape his nightmare.
Chapter 1:
The rays of the morning light were streaking through the windows into the still, enchanted room, filled with pain. A loud buzzing filled the tranquil room with an eerie reminder to what the days have become; ruthless, sudden and harshness to the barrier of life. Reaching over, having dainty arms feel as if the malicious pain was in fact inevitable. The rush of remembrance, and of joy, overtook the 17 year old. Trying to stand, although enticed to fall, standing alone became a difficult aspect for the broken, once conformed girl who instantaneously collapsed upon her bed struggling to breathe, as few of her ribs were broken, as she is. The room lured a silence, one which was interrupted by soft crying. The tears of sorrow and of surrender.
She did not have the once picturesque life she once knew. Her once carefree, independent days closed tightly around her, vanishing into memories. Ever since that fateful day, she has not but known what to expect. Her trust in people, men mostly, has since dwindled into nothingness. Trying as she may, the only trust she has left is of her dog, Christy, the small, white fluff of a puppy, that her mother gave to her for her 17th birthday, before the accident that changed her life forever. Christy was the only one, the only one who knew, the only one who listened and the only one who loved her, unconditionally.
It was time. She had to get ready. Get ready for her fate, she had to pretend from now on, and there was no denying that fact. She had to use concealer to hide the scars, hide the marks and the bruises. Pushing herself, she had gotten ready in simple jeans and a black sweatshirt then struggled her way downstairs to the kitchen, leaving a note simply stating she left for boarding school. She grabbed some cereal bars for herself and Christy's food and water, leaving the dark kitchen outside in the warm September air, and left to the awaiting taxi with Christy. Arriving at Platform 9¾, she looked at Christy who was sitting calmly in her arms, staring in wonder at the marvelous brick red train becoming them to board. Loading her luggage she noticed her former best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, with her only friend, Ginny Weasley. They were talking and laughing ignorantly as if calling her to make a scene. She just turned her head as a silent tear fell unnoticed. Boarding the train, she made her way down the aisle, finding the heads compartment that belonged to her and the Head Boy, whoever that may be. She sat down with Christy, turning on her Ipod, carefully vocalizing the depressing songs as she laid down drifting off to a gentle slumber, for the first time feeling safe, although she knew better than to sleep too soundly.
He awoke to a loud screaming coming from the foyer. Not wanting to get involved, he procrastinated his destiny until 10:45, taking a shower in the hot water, finishing packing for his boarding school, and listened to music, before leaving to board his train. Leaving his house, without a goodbye from neither of his parents he left. The limousine took him the back ways to Kings Cross Station, he wondered why. However, he didn't glance back once, he knew his fate next year, but what he didn't know was that sometimes you must take the wrong path to end up in the right place.
Seeing his friends, nodding slightly at them, he boarded the train, which never ceased to entrance him. Trying to find the Head's compartment, he opened the door and never expected to see what he did. A small petite girl was curled on one of the benches with a small dog. He looked at her face, attempting to recognize the features of this broken beauty. Having found none, he retreated to the other bench, not noticed that the shattered girl was awake and quite frightened, he himself fell asleep against the window pane, listening to the rain fall gently upon the train.
The girl awake started to talk to her dog in a hushed whisper frantically. Sensing her fear, the dog began to lick her face to calm her. The girl spoke in a small weak, but soprano voice hearing every emotion possible. "Do you think he'll hurt us? He's bound to, He's supposed to hate us, well I guess he was suppose to hate me, but I'm certain he still will. Old habits die hard after all, isn't that right baby? Yeah baby girl…" the second time she said baby a river of silent tears fell from her hazel eyes. Closing her eyes she still felt the tears fall realizing her mistake. Opening her eyes, her hazel orbs met silver orbs that held the same feelings as she.
He wiped the tears from her eyes, from her cheeks, and drew his thumb over her lips wiping away those tears as well, keeping their eyes locked in an unseen parallel force. As he wiped away her tears, he wiped away her makeup revealing all that had been done to her during the months they had off. Quickly she realized he wasn't staring into her eyes anymore but on the blue and violet bruise that laid upon her porcelain cheek once rosy and warm, now snow white.
She drew her hands up to her cheeks in an effort to hide the marks on her skin, but her sweatshirt sleeves rolled down slightly. Now she wasn't just crying, she began to shake from fear. He grabbed her arms gently, but tightly, pulling the sweatshirt up to reveal the cuts and finger imprints all over her wrists and arms. Once again his icy eyes met dark ones. Asking the unspoken question they both knew would be asked one way or the other. She began to breathe with difficulty as he was now pressing on her chest where the ribs were broken. Not breaking the connection, she understood he knew she had broken ribs, and she knew who this man was. The man that was supposed to hate her with a passion, the man she had spoken in fear of, this man was Draco Malfoy.
Draco didn't understand why this had happened to the Gryffindor Princess, and he didn't care. He wanted to know who did this, and how long. She didn't deserve this, the pain both mentally and physically. He knew this pain, the unreal searing through one's heart. Having "loved" ones cause this. When he looked into her eyes, he didn't just see pain, but sorrow and hopelessness doomed their hazel beauty. Suddenly, as he gazed into the gateway to her thoughts, he had this desire to protect her from the harm in her life. He began to become scared for the future of this year. The fact they had to live together in a dormitory by themselves. But Draco Malfoy had this feeling, which everything would work out.
The train slowed to a stop at Hogwarts, it was time for the appalling feast. The beginning of the end of the sanity Hogwarts provided. Exiting their cabin into the hectic hallway, the teens pushed through directing traffic towards the carriages. Luckily the head boy and girl received their own carriage. Hermione did not have to see the boys which give no second thought to her. The men that ignored her and betrayed her. Draco did not have to see the bigoted "friends" he was instructed to entertain. So, the teenagers stayed together, filling the void of true friendship just by staying near each other. As they entered the castle, they entered the Great Hall sitting quickly, hoping to end the torture of the excitement the feast brought.
Professor Dumbledore began the toast as soon as the first years were sorted. He stated the usual; the forbidden forest was indeed forbidden, the 3rd floor to the right was also forbidden and then he introduced the Head Boy and Girl. Then the feast began. It ended quickly as Draco and Hermione were allowed to leave to be introduced to their dormitory. They walked down the hallway, stopping upon coming to a picture of a mermaid surrounded by fairies. She was beautiful, with long flowing ashen brown hair with golden tones bringing warmth to her, and her pale skin which was flawless, and the song. The song she was singing was as sweet as day, of course there was no words to the song of the mermaid but it was quite becoming and welcoming to the teenagers.
"The password is set to Destiny, if you wish you may change it in two weeks time." Professor Dumbledore stated quite genially to the teens, "and now," he said looking at them as if waiting for their utmost refusal to live with one another "you may do as you wish, but please try to get along." He began a silent plea with the former rivals. Their dormitory opened at this moment and beckoned them into the room with the sunset pouring through the window panes into the glistening hallway.
Hermione stepped through the threshold first and began to gape openly at the glamorously furnished dormitory. A twist of colors including silver, gold, black and red were adorning the dormitory. Christy, Hermione's puppy, lay sleeping upon the couch facing a television. A full kitchen was to the right of the threshold. Black granite with specks of gold and silver drew Hermione's attention. The cherry cabinets with Stainless steel everything; stove, refrigerator, dishwasher and sink. It had an island in the middle with 2 bar chairs placed next to each other. In front of the bar were the sink and a small coffee maker.
"This is beautiful," Hermione stated.
"Yes, Yes it is" Draco said looking directly into her eyes, which are the gateway to her soul. "You know-"
"Well, it is late and we better need our sleep for class tomorrow." Hermione said beginning to start for the door. "Christy, come!" Her little furry dog followed her obediently.
She ran up the stairs coming to her room with Hermione Granger etched into it in Golden letters. Draco's door she noticed had his name etched in silver two doors down from hers. Her door opened and the most beautiful bedroom welcomed her. But truly the window drew her in fascinating her. The white sheer material moved into the room with the wind. She opened the door hidden behind them. Hermione stepped onto the balcony gazing into the starry skies. Softly she began to sing,
"Oh star fall down on me
Let me make a wish upon you
Hold on, let me think
Think of what I'm wishing for
Wait, don't go away
Just not yet
Cause I thought
I had it
But I forget
And I won't let you fall away
From me
You will never fade
And I won't let you fall away
From me
You will never fade away from me
And now I let my dreams consume me
And tell me what to think
But hold on
Hold on
What am I dreaming?
Wait, don't go away
Just not yet
Cause I thought
That I had it
But I forget
And I won't let you fall away
From me
You will never fade away
I won't let you fall away
You will never fade away
And I won't let you fall away
You will never fade away
And I won't let you fall away from me
You will never...
Oh star fall down on me."
Smiling up into the black velvet darkness of the night she left the balcony into the sheer fabric of her room. Falling down onto her bed she fell asleep without a single thought entering her head.
Draco, on the other hand, heard her sing. The sweet soprano of her voice. It was sweet and beautiful, full of meaning. He didn't understand this. This day had been confusing and bittersweet. He needed answers and badly. But, first he needed sleep. Heading back into his room, Draco collapsed onto his bed as well and fell into a dreamless slumber, uninterrupted until a scream echoed into the night, shaking him awake from his peaceful rest.
The song is Oh Star by Paramore...
and thats a longer chapter...how is it?