Okay! So this might be a little short but I promise that you will love it! I tried really hard to stick with the characters personalities while still showing that they have changed. Let me know how I did and ENJOY
Chapter 7:
For a very long time, Draco sat staring at the piece of parchment as if it were the most dangerous thing he has ever seen. He pushed his white-blonde hair out of his eyes and tried to force his steely eyes to concentrate on the task at hand. 'He will never know. No unwanted guests are allowed to this house. My mother I put as a guest therefore she could show up, but I'm just going to have to change that now won't I? Initially it had scared Draco that he could hear his thoughts so vividly but then he decided that this was partially normal for a teen. 'My father will not be a problem.' He thought sternly and then he realized that someone was standing at his door. Her sprang up and immediately out-stretched his wand.
"Whoa it's just me Malfoy" Harry said with his hands held in the air as a plea of surrender. "What do you got there that makes you so jumpy?" He asked, and before Draco could stop him, Harry took the parchment and started reading it. He slowly walked towards the door and Draco feared he was going to go show Hermione. He was pleasantly surprised to see Harry close the door and put a silencio charm on it before turning back around.
"You're….You're not-"
"No." Harry sad firmly and his once red eyes were perfectly clear and he looked partially healthy, Before Draco could even think about asking him, Harry answered. "I am not going to tell her because you are." When he finished he smiled weakly and handed the letter back to the tall boy.
"You trust me?" the blonde asked curiously. There were so many other things that he wanted to ask, but this was the first one that his brain managed to transfer to speech. Harry walked over to Draco and patted him on the back with a grin on his face that showed that he was being sincere.
"You saved my life, and you saved Hermione's life. Yes I trust you Draco Malfoy." He sighed and started to walk out of the room and stopped hesitantly. "I don't like you, and if you hurt Hermione I'll kill you, but I trust you." And with that he walked out of the room and back down to the kitchen.
Mr. Malfoy sat on his bed, hand cupping his face, and elbows leaning on his knees. 'How in the world am I going to get Hermione to believe me? The last time I tried she literally almost hexed me to death.' he sighed and slowly got off his bed. He stuffed the letter in his pocket and opened his door with brute force. 'This is the moment of truth' he told himself bitterly as he took two steps across the hall and knocked on Hermione's door.
"Come in!" said a small voice on the other side of the door. Draco slowly turned the knob and edged his way into the room. Hermione was obviously expecting Harry but when she turned around her smile went from bright to very dim. "What?" she hissed.
"I need to er tell you something" he smiled at her but her gaze was so hard that even his silver eyes could not break down their walls. 'I wonder why she is so gaurded´he thought to himself before he took and very tiny, very deliberate step towards her. Hermione's eyes seemed to catch fire when he did this, but he ignored it and continue to walk towards her.
"Is this really important?" he voice was so cold that Draco could feel its chill in the air as she spoke. She turned her back towards him, making him have to lean a little forwards in order to see her face. He was just about to take the letter from his father out of his pocket, when he spotted something he never thought he'd see.
"Granger. What is that?" he asked pointing to her thigh which was not only surprisingly left bare, seeing as she was wearing shorts, but was bruised horribly. She glanced down and her face went pale, she quickly pulled her shorts down over her bruise and regained her composure.
"Nothing ferret" she sneered but her voice shook slightly. She got up and made to cross the room when Draco stepped in front of her. "Move." It wasn't a question, or a request, but simply a command, in which he did not obey.
"No" he said simply and crossed his arms over his chest. 'Grab her! Make sure she doesn't leave without telling you! This could be very bad' he thought. His actions however, did not reflect his thoughts. He did not grab her, or even step towards her. 'Whatever happened to her was violent and she is scared. Plus I learned last time that if I grab her, she will hex me into next week' he wanted to smile at this thought but he was too worried about Hermione.
"Get out of my way you git!" she screeched. She stuck out her hand to push him in the chest and when he looked down, he saw conformation so his next action. He lightly grabbed her arm and stepped so close to her that she blushed slightly.
"Now you are going to tell me what the bloody hell happened to you! And I won't leave until you do." His hand slipped off her arm and he just stared down at the young girl's arm. It was covered in black and blues, and many of the bruises looked very similar to how a hand rapped around someone's arm.
"Fine" her eyes were welled up with tears and Draco followed her onto her bed. She took many deep breaths, but still said nothing. He wasn't going to rush her, he was lucky she was even considering telling him at all.
As he was waiting for Hermione to find the courage to tell him, he started to admire her beauty. Her hair was a beautiful auburn color and fell in deep curls almost like a doll. Her olive skin glistened and her smile made her face even prettier. When he looked down at her body, he felt tears come into his own eyes but pushed them back. 'Someone really hurt her, what arse would ever touch a girl like that?´It was a good thing that Hermione wasn't paying much attention to him because he looked angry because of his thoughts. Suddenly she looked up and let a tear run down her beautiful face.
"He hit me"
I'm sorry but it's only a mini cliff hanger haha! Please review!
