I do no own any of these characters, they all belong to JK Rowling, but i do own the story line, so please don't use my ideas. Hope ypu like this chap. i'll have another one out in a week or so! Enjoy!!!
Almost an hour went by when all of a sudden, Hermione heard a loud crash coming from the common room. Grabbing her wand, Hermione slowly opened her portrait door, and looked around the room to find the source of the crash. Gasping at what she saw, Hermione rushed into the room.
Cahpter 3.
"Well, well, well…the mudblood made Head Girl. How this school has lowered their standards." Hermione moved closer to the portrait leading to the hall way, she had to get a Professor before something bad happened.
"What are you doing here, Lucius?" Hermione could hear the malice and hate radiate from her voice. Lucius Malfoy was standing in front of Draco's door. A vase, which had fallen down, lay at his feet next to the end table.
"What, do you think that I'm here for you?" Lucius laughed and started to walk toward her. Just as he was about to grab her, the door to the common room opened and Snape walked into the room.
"Lucius, what do you think you are doing? You can not hurt a student on Hogwarts property." Hermione sagged with relief and hurriedly moved back, away from Malfoy's father.
"I'm not going to hurt her, just having some fun is all. Now…I want my son." Snape looked from Lucius to Hermione, silently asking if she was ok with his eyes. After a slight nod of her head, Snape turned his full attention on Malfoy.
"I'm sorry Lucius, you know once a student arrives at Hogwarts they are protected here. I do not believe it is safe to have young Malfoy leave in his condition." Lucius looked at Snape with cold, emotionless eyes.
"Ahh…yes. I did not quite believe Dumbledore's letter when it arrived at the Manor. So he disgraces the family once again, does he?" Something in Malfoy's voice chilled Hermione to the bone. She saw Lucius harden his grip on his cane till his knuckles turned white. "I would like to see my son, Snape. It is only right for a father to…comfort…his son at a time like this." Hermione wanted to shout out a No!, but knew she couldn't and watched helplessly as Snape took Lucius into Malfoy's room. After a few minutes, a scream rented the air and Hermione ran to get help.
"Headmaster! Dumbledore! Hurry, Malfoy needs your help! Someone…Help!" Hermione screamed, running to the Statue that protected the Headmasters chambers. As Hermione came to the statue, it opened and a worried Dumbledore walked out.
"Ms. Granger, what is going on?" Hermione managed to get out the important details between great gulps of air, and before she knew it, Dumbledore was asking the portraits to alert the other professors and hurriedly made his way toward Malfoy's room.
Draco didn't know what he had every done to deserve such pain. It was as if the fires of the hell he had lived in for seventeen years had finally caught up to him. His whole body contorted as strong waves of unimaginable pain once again took over his body. As if from a long distance, Draco heard a door slam open. He could no long open his eyes and as soon as the wave after wave of pain had stopped, he collapsed back into the black void of nothingness, which he so dearly loved to be in.
Dumbledore burst through young Malfoy's door just in time to stop Lucius from killing his son. He did not know what had happened, but by the look on the young boy, he knew that the Crucio curse was the cause.
"Lucius! You have no authority to be using your wand on this boy, especially when he is protected under this roof. I must ask you to leave at once!" Hermione, who had been standing slightly behind the Headmaster, rushed into the room, avoiding Lucius, and went straight for Draco. She could see that he had become unconscious again, and hoped it wasn't going to last long.
After three days of unsuccessful studying, Hermione finally gave up and went in search of Ginny, one of her best friends. She knew she had to tell someone about her mixed feeling she had accumulated for the last week, or else she would explode with confusion. Since Draco had been brutally tortured by his father, Hermione had started to see Draco in a different light. She felt sorry for him, yes, but it went deeper than that. She started to think of the years of torment he had put her friends and her through. She started to connect the dots. Why, every time she saw him, he always wore the same thing; a long sleeved shirt, black; and black pants.
Hermione, also, remembered that he hated to be touched. She had always wondered, silently, why he would cringe when someone bumped him, and now that he thought about it; why he always lost in Quidditch. Hermione was so confused by the time she reached Ginny that she was almost in tears. As she barged into the Griffyndor's, girl, dormitory, Ginny started then asked,
"Hermione, what is the matter? I have not seen you like this since Harry went up against the Dark Lord, in our third year." Ginny easily accepted the weight of her best friend as Hermione collapsed against her. After she had cried all she could, Hermione slowly started to explain herself to Ginny.
"Wow…" There was nothing Ginny could say. She never would have thought that Hermione would feel this way for the bane of their existence, not once. "Hermione, I really don't know what to say, I mean…" Ginny was at a loss, she didn't want to say something that could make Hermione mad, but she didn't want to see her hurt either, if things didn't work out.
"I know, its crazy, I mean, Malfoy is just so…evil, all the time, but if you could have seen him these past weeks-" Hermione stopped to wipe away a fresh bout of tears, "he's just so vulnerable." Another two hours went by, as Hermione and Ginny argued about what to do. Hermione left with a frown on her face, more confused then ever.
As Hermione was walking down to her room, she thought of Mal-Draco. She wanted to hat him for all the pain he had caused her and her friends, but after seeing what he had to deal with at home, she could only think of him with pity.
"What am I going to do now?"