Chapter 4 - Reflections
Draco shouted the password to the portrait and with a grumble it swung open for him quickly. He walked into the common room looking rapidly around to see if Granger happened to be sitting by the fire reading, or perhaps practicing potions in her designated corner. Since she was at either neither, he assumed she was locked away in her room, or in the bathroom.
Typically he would not bother her while in their living quarters because earlier in the year they got into a duel that destroyed the entire common room. The common room had to be repaired by no other then Professor Snape, which bought his rage down on the both of them to a point where they avoided confrontations while in their living quarters, just so the greasy git would not torment them. Draco sighed; those were the good days when she actually fought back, and how he loved it when she did. She was such a passionate witch, if you could even call a mudblood a witch, when she was angry at him. Normally she would ignore his taunts and teases to a point, and when she hit that point she would transform into something worthy of notice. Regretfully that has not happened recently, but Draco was forming some ideas that he think would bring her to that point again.
He downed the stairs toward his room, took off his cloak, and hung it on gently on the rack so it wouldn't get wrinkled. Draco was big on perfection, especially in how he looked. His clothes were always wrinkle- free, his shoes always polished to a shine, and his hygiene was immaculate. He almost wished Granger had shared similar traits because she was a train wreck. It was not like she smelled funny or anything, she smelled like some type of tropical flower most of the time, she just did not know what makeup was, or a hairbrush, or hell even hand soap.
Draco opened the door to his room and walked in throwing his books on his bed, and taking his shoes off and placing them beside the night stand. After a few seconds in complete silence he heard it. It was just a small little sob, that if it was not so quiet he would not have even heard it. She is crying, how fantastic, he thought. He knew he had not lost his touch with making her life a living hell. Practically giddy with pride in his own ability to hurt her he knocked loudly on the bathroom door.
"What?!" Granger yelled after a second or two, and he heard no signs of past crying in her voice.
"I need to use the bloody bathroom; do you mind not taking all day? I seriously doubt you're doing your hair or makeup, so remove yourself." He replied back, a grin creeping on his face at the knowledge he was interrupting her little pity-party.
He heard the door on his side unlock with a click, and then the door to her room slam with a force. He walked in the bathroom and approached her door to check if she left it unlocked. "damnit" he whispered, she never forgets to lock it. He has always wanted access to her room, just so he could plant something in there or to even take something of hers out. He would love to steal some of her knickers just so he could torment her by waving them around, perhaps during a class. He glanced around quickly, and spotted something red. Blood. It was just a small drop that if he had not been so keen on finding something out of place, it would have gone un-noticed. He practically ran out of the bathroom, threw his room, up the stairs, and to the potion practice corner. He found a small vial, and a small piece of collection cloth. This was going to be the only time he would get her blood without her noticing. He was almost jumping for joy at the prospect of creating some type of potion, using her blood, which would cause her some more emotional or even physical pain. Then he sort of stop himself in thought, were did the blood come from, but it was something that really did not matter to him since his thought quickly returned to the potions research he was about to embark on.
Hermione laid on her bed, still wrapped in a big towel, staring blankly at the top of her canopy bed. She always did this after she did what she did in the bathroom. She had no idea how it had gotten so out of control. The first time she thought about him when she masturbated was a day or so after he insulted her looks, telling her no one would touch her unless it was rape. For some reason her mind just put him in the rapist position. She did in some small way find Draco attractive, but it was common for girls to be attracted to people that bully them. When I had told my mother that I was being teased by a guy, she stated "Then he must have a crush on your dear!" at that thought she almost gagged in the shock of how crazy that sounded. Draco would never, ever, see her in that type of way, and Hermione was perfectly fine with it.
She had been cutting herself for a while now, so it did not matter that she had mixed the cutting too, she considered it better time management. The cutting started after her and Draco's big common room blowout. She enjoyed that duel a lot, it was almost like she was fighting for her life against a death eater, and it make her sure of her choice to enlist as an auror. The pain she received during the fight, it made her feel better. It was strange how a few bruises and cuts could make a person feel better about their feelings, but it did. Lately, however, the cutting has gotten more extreme. At first it was just little nicks just to avoid having to think about the vile words that come out of Draco's mouth, but now it was full-blown near close to bleeding out cuts. She had no idea why she thought of herself like this, and those hurtful words tumbling away in her mind, just seems like they would never go away.
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