Hahahah….okay I'll stop now. I don't really have an idea where to go here but I'll just make sure it doesn't end up falling to the ground like a piece of crap. That got you jolted!
I do not own ze Arry Pot'er.
"Hermione, stop it. Please," scream Naima. I stopped looking at the mess that Pansy was in long enough to found Hermione rooted on the wall blood dripping down her hands. "Hermione, are you okay? Talk to me? How about I'll…clean this up and we'll go and talk?"
She stood there staring in a trance, at Pansy then at her hands. Tears threatened to burst out of her eyes. I slowly went over to her and wrapped my arms around her staring straight at her widen eyes. She went limp in my arms, but surly she wrapped her bloody hands around my waist.
"I'm an evil person aren't I Naima?" "Just like all the evil people in this world. All twisted and sick. I …wanted her to die Naima, I wanted to kill her and then get killed myself," Hermione said through mounds of sobs.
"Shh, you will never be evil; you are the best hearted person I know. It's just that you've had a lot of knocks and pressure."
"You've; like it's hasn't been long."
"Well all those knocks have given you one good thing. You have Draco as I have Ron."
I slowly bring up my head awestricken at what she just revealed. I'm not so alone after all. I have myself, Draco and Naima. I'm not destined to live in my own misery, I can be loved. I'm not cursed.
"I'm not cursed," I scramble to Pansy and shake her.
Her head is bobbling back and forth on her shoulders. "I have one thing that you don't – Draco." "You blimey slug-headed tart," and with all the strength I have left I spit and cursed her unconscious state. Then I slid numb, down to the ground.
"It's alright Hermione, I'll fix her up and then I'll clean you up. Just rest there okay."
I cast spells that only I would know in this school. I don't even think that Dumbledore knows all of the wonders of my family. When Mione and I left Pansy seemed unmarked and unaware of what has happened to her but she will behold all of the hurt involved with her injury. All she will remember is that she fainted in a deserted corridor.
I took Hermione to the Heads common room; thankfully I remembered the password from the last time I was here. I slipped past the portrait fast enough that I wasn't side track by its dark beauty. Draco seemed to be out. But I found out soon enough that his absence was due to the fact that he was in the bathroom. Oh, that is something that I wouldn't want to see again but maybe another quick peek.
"What are you doing here-," Draco yelled covering him self with a towel.
"Draco I need help with Hermione, she got into a fight with Pansy and it didn't turn out good." Draco's face just darkened after Pansy came out of my mouth.
"What did she do to Hermione to get her all bloodied up? Just know that she will pay for this and it will not be good. To hurt her and get away with it, well she has a very bad thing coming to her."
"Draco! Please, listen to me this is not Hermione's blood. Well maybe some because when I did find her she was still beating the crude out of her. I had to practically pick her up off of Pansy."
"Hermione…that's not her blood," Draco took a big breath. "What about Pansy, you didn't just leave her there did you?"
"Of course, she won't remember a thing, but what we need to be worried about is Hermione. Now help me help her out of these clothes."
"Well okay as awkward and important as this is I really need to put some clothes on."
Well this is embarrassing.
"Okay, yeah you do that."
About ten minutes later Draco comes back wearing some swim shorts and a white t-shirt. I already started some new bathwater and stripped some of the clothes off of her. But Mione just sat there and did hardly anything but stare into space and sometimes mumble inaudible things. I held her hand and made sure she well aware of what was happening to her.
I had her to her underwear I then stripped to mine and that's when of course Draco had to help me out.
"Okay let me get her into the water." Draco took her up in his arms and placed her in the sallow end of the tub.
"She's still out of it."
"Maybe a warm bath will help. I can take it from here, I'll call if I need anything."
"All right." Draco walked back to the bathroom door but stopped and looked back at Hermione. Out the corner of my eye I saw a lone tear trickle out of his eye.
"She will be alright Draco. I'll make sure of that, okay. Now gets some sleep, I will call if I need any help." A smile tugged at his lips as he slipped out of the bathroom.
I slid in the water behind of Hermione and carefully washed the blood out of her matted hair. The water trickled down to crimson. The blood seemed embedded into her skin and took scrubbing to get out. All while I was bathing an out of it Mione, she carefully raised her head up and looked into my eyes. I dropped the sponge in the water as her lips parted.
"Tell me a wonderful story Naima. Tell me something happy and sad, not horrible. Please?" Her hand clasped in mine and her eyes shone with tears.
"Of course Hermione, I'll do anything for you." "This story is about an abandoned princess-."
"No start with Once Upon a Time," Hermione interrupted.
"Yes, once upon a time there was a beautiful princess, which was very lonely and unloved. Her parents the King and Queen where always away and the servants were much too old to entertain with."
"Ah, does she cry every night?"
"Yes, tears of sadness and longing. She wanted someone that would admire her for her brains and never for her beauty, for she felt that it was a curse that she forced the bear."
"Curses are very strange aren't they? Do you think that everyone has some kind of curse that they must bear?"
"That is plausible. Well back to the story. So one day she decided to leave the castle forever and go in search for her one true kindred spirit. One night she crept out her room and stole into the old cook's room and looked in her old treasures chest. Out of it she found an old frock from one of cook's son." "With her best treasure she produced a diamond incrusted gown. Packing it in a brass case and strapping it to her silver mare she changed into the male frock. With one last gesture she took a gold handed knife from her breast and took her kiwi locks in her hands and in one swift move they fell to the ground."
"Not her hair?"
"Yes, she wanted to be like anyone else, someone able to go and enjoy the country side with out armed escorts, to be normal. On her noble steed she rode off into the quiet and wonderment of the night and disappeared. It was only till morning that her faithful servants found her missing." "The princess didn't stop riding until noon. She stopped at a brook and let the horse drink, but whole there she heard a rustle in the trees. She stepped behind a tree and soon a ruff looking man stepped out of the forest thicket. 'Oh look a very fine horse, and no owner well she shall be mine then.' In one move she stepped out behind the tree. 'Good sir that is my horse.' In a hand behind her back she held her knife, the only weapon of defense. 'You are a liar my good fellow this horse is mine.' 'You are the liar; I ought to throw you in prison.' 'Oh prison, you deserve a mighty blow for that.' The older stout knocked the poor princess down to the ground his strength crushed her dainty body and her knife was easily knocked aside. Bruises formed along her spine and soon she out of breath."
"Will she die? No she can't how will she get him off of her?"
"In time Hermione, patience. Just when tears began to blur her vision a force took the pressure off of her lungs. Black began to settle over her eyes. When she awake she was in a tent. A voice brought her out of void. 'Can you breathe on you own?' She opened her eyes and her breath caught in her throat. In front of her sat the most beautiful specimen she ever saw. He had the longest eyelashes she ever saw. His sun darkened skin matched his smoky hair and eyes. He had an angel's face. 'Where am I?' 'You are in a gypsy camp young made'n.' 'How do you know I'm-?' 'I'm not some drunkard walking for trouble. I knew from your face. Way too feminine to be even the daintiest boy. You are a very beautiful girl, why are you out alone?' 'To look for my spirit and be free, I want to be loved."
"Loved, is all we want."
"I see great colors and things in you. I feel thing right now as I'm around you that I love, said the gypsy. 'I feel them too, to the top of my head to the tips of my fingers. Would I be crazy to say that maybe my search has leaded me tonyou?' 'Never think you are crazy, Never think you aren't worthy of me either.' The gypsy boy then leaned in and captured our fair princess's lips in a kiss. Stars glided along her eyes. 'Don't go I have tasted something that I long for in the fruits of my loins. Be here with me- Kartik.' 'I will if you stay with ay, Lizatrea.' 'Forever.' 'Forever.' In their lover embraced they stayed together in their lives. Soon the princess forgot about her royal family as they forgot about her too. When her eldest daughter married she wore the beauty of the world, a diamond encrusted dress. The only link this princess had to her past and present."
"Hermione, you're asleep. I hope you dream sweet dreams."
Slowly the bathroom door closed and Draco stood in the shadows of the common room. Naima could do wonders with people, more than she knew. Because the story that she unknowingly told Draco, he changed his whole view. Maybe it's okay to love someone like Hermione. I'm not afraid anymore, we came together for a reason. My love to her will help more than warp. We shall be Loved.
Chapter 10 wow, this one is really special because I probably will not be able to update this summer. I'm going to spend time in England so if I do it will be one or two chapters. If more then they would be shorter. Well. I hope you likes, see it didn't turn to crap! It turned to gold!