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Once the shock wore off, Draco went back to his room. When he reached the common room it was full of activity. Pansy Parkinson rushed up to him.
"Drakey, where have you been? I've been so worried!" she exclaimed. He wandered past her in a daze.
"I guess I got distracted. I didn't even realize it was morning this time." He walked away without another word. Draco spent the rest of the day in a half conscious state. He was totally unable to concentrate, and although there were no classes on Saturday, he kept seeing her everywhere. He cruised through Quidditch practice and didn't absorb a word anyone said to him. Every time he tried to think that image kept appearing at the back of his mind, so he figured it would just be better not to think. He knew that he had blown it. God only knew how long his feelings had been repressed about what he had been taught, and he had screwed everything up before it had even started.
That night Draco made up his mind to try and fix things with Hermione. He was about to leave for the library, where he knew she would be, when his father swept into the room.
"Into your dormitory now!" he growled. Draco nodded and stepped back through the door into his dorm room. Luscious quickly cast a silencing spell on the room and his voice rose to a fever pitch. "I thought I made it clear that you were to have nothing more to do with that filthy Mudblood! Yet you deliberately went against my will and tried to make amends. We are very disappointed.
"And how do you know, have you been spying on me? How dare you violate my privacy like that?" His father was outraged. He slapped his son hard across the face.
"How dare you speak to me that way? You will do as I say. Stay away from that dirty blooded little whore!" Draco punched his father hard in the nose.
"Never call her that again. You have no right!" His father put a handkerchief to his nose to stave the flow of blood.
"You made the wrong decision Draco. And you'll pay dearly for it." He advanced on him, wand drawn, until he had his son backed into a corner. Draco never cried out, he wouldn't give Luscious the satisfaction. When his father left he crawled over to his trunk and pulled out his cloak. When he found the strength to stand up he made the slow trip to the library.
Hermione was the only one in the library that night after dinner. She was only there to look something up for and Arithmacy assignment. She jumped in surprise as the door flew open and a cloaked figure fell in a heap on the floor. She rushed over and pushed back the hood to find a battered and bleeding Draco.
"Oh God!" she cried. "We have to get you to the hospital wing." Draco groaned and shook his head.
"No, please. I don't have an excuse."
"Draco who did this to you? Please you've got to tell me." He shook his head.
"No, you could get hurt."
"I don't care. I need to know!" She ran her fingers lightly over the bruises that were already starting to form and blood covered her hands, blood from gashes and cuts, some she couldn't even see. "Whoever could do something like this to you isn't worth protecting," she whispered.
"My father," he said quietly and Hermione gasped.
"How could he do something like this? To his own son."
"I don't know. But Hermione, I can't go to the hospital wing. I wouldn't have anything to tell them. Don't you know any healing spells?"
"A few. But I'm afraid they won't help that much. But if that's what you want I'll do them." He nodded and she quickly retrieved her wand and performed every spell she could remember that she thought would help. When she finished she helped him sit up against the wall and sat down in front of him. She reached out and grabbed his hand, more to comfort her than anything else.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I tried to make up with you. HE thinks I'm weak," Draco growled. "I couldn't sleep after detention last night so I was wandering around the castle, I found a room I'd never been in and it had the Mirror of Erised in it. I saw. well anyway I didn't get any sleep and I just kind of coasted through the day. Then I was coming to talk to you and my father showed up. He's been having me followed and he knew about everything. He told me I'd gone against his wished and would have to pay. He called you a whore and I at least landed one punch on him for that. He gave me the beating of a lifetime. And here I am." Hermione looked down at their clasped hands and a tear rolled down her cheek.
"I can't even imagine what it must be like," she said, and then she looked up at him. "Wait, you never finished. What did you see in the Mirror of Erised? It's supposed to tell you the deepest desire of your heart right?" Draco nodded hesitantly.
"I saw us. We were married, and you were going to have a baby." Hermione turned and flopped down next to him.
"Wow." Draco laughed.
"Tell me about it. Something I hadn't even thought about and a mirror tells me who I'm secretly in love with." She looked at him in surprise.
"Love?" she squeaked.
"I think so."
"Bloody Hell," she whispered. "I don't know whether to kiss you or go running ad screaming in the opposite direction."
"Either would be wise at this pint," Draco said grimly.
"Hey you know I didn't mean it like that. It's just that your family is enough to make anybody want to go running in the opposite direction. Plus your father creeps me out."
"I know. Doesn't he all of us." He looked so sad that Hermione just had to lean over and give him a soft kiss.
"It'll be okay," she said reassuringly. "Now come on. You need to rest." Draco nodded and allowed Hermione to help him to his feet. Then with her supporting a great deal of his weight they slowly made their way to the Slytherin dormitories. Before Draco went in Hermione gave him a gentle hug. "We'll figure something out." He nodded and opened the door. . Suddenly Hermione screamed. There on the door was the Dark Mark, drawn in blood. She buried her head in his shoulder. "Why would he do that?" she asked.
"It's a warning.
Okay so for anyone who is confused, here is a little timeline for what has gone on so far.
Monday: Fight in the halls and first night of detention in Potions class. Tuesday: Second night of detention, Hermione asks Draco why he calls her a Mudblood. Wednesday: Detention in the Owelry. First kiss. Thursday: Detention in the Hospital Wing. Calls her a Mudblood. Hermione has a breakdown in the Prefect bathroom. Friday: Draco tries to make up with Hermione and she blows him off. Draco looks in the Mirror of Erised. Saturday: Draco floats through the day. His father gives him the beating of all time. Hermione and him make up. He tells her what he saw in the mirror.
Once the shock wore off, Draco went back to his room. When he reached the common room it was full of activity. Pansy Parkinson rushed up to him.
"Drakey, where have you been? I've been so worried!" she exclaimed. He wandered past her in a daze.
"I guess I got distracted. I didn't even realize it was morning this time." He walked away without another word. Draco spent the rest of the day in a half conscious state. He was totally unable to concentrate, and although there were no classes on Saturday, he kept seeing her everywhere. He cruised through Quidditch practice and didn't absorb a word anyone said to him. Every time he tried to think that image kept appearing at the back of his mind, so he figured it would just be better not to think. He knew that he had blown it. God only knew how long his feelings had been repressed about what he had been taught, and he had screwed everything up before it had even started.
That night Draco made up his mind to try and fix things with Hermione. He was about to leave for the library, where he knew she would be, when his father swept into the room.
"Into your dormitory now!" he growled. Draco nodded and stepped back through the door into his dorm room. Luscious quickly cast a silencing spell on the room and his voice rose to a fever pitch. "I thought I made it clear that you were to have nothing more to do with that filthy Mudblood! Yet you deliberately went against my will and tried to make amends. We are very disappointed.
"And how do you know, have you been spying on me? How dare you violate my privacy like that?" His father was outraged. He slapped his son hard across the face.
"How dare you speak to me that way? You will do as I say. Stay away from that dirty blooded little whore!" Draco punched his father hard in the nose.
"Never call her that again. You have no right!" His father put a handkerchief to his nose to stave the flow of blood.
"You made the wrong decision Draco. And you'll pay dearly for it." He advanced on him, wand drawn, until he had his son backed into a corner. Draco never cried out, he wouldn't give Luscious the satisfaction. When his father left he crawled over to his trunk and pulled out his cloak. When he found the strength to stand up he made the slow trip to the library.
Hermione was the only one in the library that night after dinner. She was only there to look something up for and Arithmacy assignment. She jumped in surprise as the door flew open and a cloaked figure fell in a heap on the floor. She rushed over and pushed back the hood to find a battered and bleeding Draco.
"Oh God!" she cried. "We have to get you to the hospital wing." Draco groaned and shook his head.
"No, please. I don't have an excuse."
"Draco who did this to you? Please you've got to tell me." He shook his head.
"No, you could get hurt."
"I don't care. I need to know!" She ran her fingers lightly over the bruises that were already starting to form and blood covered her hands, blood from gashes and cuts, some she couldn't even see. "Whoever could do something like this to you isn't worth protecting," she whispered.
"My father," he said quietly and Hermione gasped.
"How could he do something like this? To his own son."
"I don't know. But Hermione, I can't go to the hospital wing. I wouldn't have anything to tell them. Don't you know any healing spells?"
"A few. But I'm afraid they won't help that much. But if that's what you want I'll do them." He nodded and she quickly retrieved her wand and performed every spell she could remember that she thought would help. When she finished she helped him sit up against the wall and sat down in front of him. She reached out and grabbed his hand, more to comfort her than anything else.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I tried to make up with you. HE thinks I'm weak," Draco growled. "I couldn't sleep after detention last night so I was wandering around the castle, I found a room I'd never been in and it had the Mirror of Erised in it. I saw. well anyway I didn't get any sleep and I just kind of coasted through the day. Then I was coming to talk to you and my father showed up. He's been having me followed and he knew about everything. He told me I'd gone against his wished and would have to pay. He called you a whore and I at least landed one punch on him for that. He gave me the beating of a lifetime. And here I am." Hermione looked down at their clasped hands and a tear rolled down her cheek.
"I can't even imagine what it must be like," she said, and then she looked up at him. "Wait, you never finished. What did you see in the Mirror of Erised? It's supposed to tell you the deepest desire of your heart right?" Draco nodded hesitantly.
"I saw us. We were married, and you were going to have a baby." Hermione turned and flopped down next to him.
"Wow." Draco laughed.
"Tell me about it. Something I hadn't even thought about and a mirror tells me who I'm secretly in love with." She looked at him in surprise.
"Love?" she squeaked.
"I think so."
"Bloody Hell," she whispered. "I don't know whether to kiss you or go running ad screaming in the opposite direction."
"Either would be wise at this pint," Draco said grimly.
"Hey you know I didn't mean it like that. It's just that your family is enough to make anybody want to go running in the opposite direction. Plus your father creeps me out."
"I know. Doesn't he all of us." He looked so sad that Hermione just had to lean over and give him a soft kiss.
"It'll be okay," she said reassuringly. "Now come on. You need to rest." Draco nodded and allowed Hermione to help him to his feet. Then with her supporting a great deal of his weight they slowly made their way to the Slytherin dormitories. Before Draco went in Hermione gave him a gentle hug. "We'll figure something out." He nodded and opened the door. . Suddenly Hermione screamed. There on the door was the Dark Mark, drawn in blood. She buried her head in his shoulder. "Why would he do that?" she asked.
"It's a warning.
Okay so for anyone who is confused, here is a little timeline for what has gone on so far.
Monday: Fight in the halls and first night of detention in Potions class. Tuesday: Second night of detention, Hermione asks Draco why he calls her a Mudblood. Wednesday: Detention in the Owelry. First kiss. Thursday: Detention in the Hospital Wing. Calls her a Mudblood. Hermione has a breakdown in the Prefect bathroom. Friday: Draco tries to make up with Hermione and she blows him off. Draco looks in the Mirror of Erised. Saturday: Draco floats through the day. His father gives him the beating of all time. Hermione and him make up. He tells her what he saw in the mirror.