Behind the mask
Authors note
I'm baaack! I finally updated Gaara's Flower after like, a year, so yeah, check that out. Please enjoy! Reviews welcome
I don't own Harry Potter.
Song recommendations-I listened to a lot of p!nk songs while writing this, such as 'Dear Mr president' and 'Who knew'. I also listened to 'Hurt' by Christina Agulaira. And finally 'Reflection' by Lea Salonga.
Ch.11 The M word
Draco's POV
"Granger, you have to leave. Now."
"Granger? What happened to Hermione?" Her puzzled face flashed with hurt and I wanted to crumble, to take her arm and run, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to return.
"Nothing's happened to Hermione…yet, but if you don't leave then something will."
"Is-is that a threat?"
"No, it's a warning, trust me."
I looked round her, past the iron gates, to the manor. Where the doors where opening and my Father and Aunt were walking out, I had to get Hermione out of here. Whatever it took. If they saw her, they'd kill her, without a moment's hesitation.
"Look just go ok! Leave!"
"Draco, I don't understand, how did you get those cuts, let me help you…"
The two figures were getting closer; she needed to leave, now. I knew the one word that would get her to leave without a second thought, but I also knew that the word would probably cause her to despise me all over again; I needed to do it anyway, for her own safety. I took a deep breath.
"I don't need help from a filthy mudblood!"
She stood, mouth agape, staring at me with her eyes wide in horror, tears sprang and ran down her cheeks in a heavy flow, she turned round and ran into the bushes, I heard the pop of apparation as she left. I whimpered and fell to my knees, digging my fingers into the dirt.
"Draco! What do you think you're doing?" I looked up at my Father's face, I no longer saw a man I respected, just a man I hated. I drew myself up slowly.
"What I should have done a long time ago." I said turning my back and walking away.
"Draco!" My Father and Aunts voices felt miles away, I just kept walking, not caring, not hearing. Tears of anger fell shortly down my face. I turned to the left; a river wound its path through the trees. I walked slowly towards it and knelt at the edge, looking into my reflection. A person I didn't know stared back at me, why was who I am inside so much different to my outer shell, I knew why, my Father, a man who believed in pride and not showing your emotions. He had shown me that when I was a child.
Flashback
Narrators POV
The small 5 year old boy curled up under his covers, he heard the familiar footsteps on the stairs and scrunched his eyes tight, hoping that tonight, maybe, they wouldn't hurt him. "Draco." A voice whispered at the door, his Aunt entered the room, followed closely by his Father and a variety of other death eaters. "We know you're awake stupid boy." Lucius Malfoy grabbed the young child by the collar of his pyjamas and dragged him up to his face. "No crying, no whimpering, no emotion." He said blandly, and then threw the boy back against the pillows.
Bellatrix stepped forward, dagger in hand, and crouched down on the child's right side, grabbing his arm, she started to slit into the skin. The boy's face contorted in pain and he turned his head. "No emotion!" Lucius' voice boomed out, but it was too much. Draco Malfoy burst into floods of tears. His Father sighed and raised his wand, the other death eaters following.
"No Lucius, please. Our son, he's just a baby, my baby boy." A weak voice came from the doorway. Narcissa pleaded with her husband but he didn't look at her, he kept staring straight ahead, Draco turned his head to his Mother, their eyes met, hers apologetic, his wet with tears. Fenrir Greyback closed the door with a definite thud. Then, in perfect unison, they all shouted "Crucio!"
The house shuddered with the screams of a child.
Narcissa's POV
I leaned my forehead against the cool window pane, watching as my only son walked away from our home, if you could call it that. I knew I wouldn't see him for a long time. I didn't even get to say goodbye.
Hermione's POV
I ran as fast as I could, and threw myself down on my bed, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't believe that he had said it, that word, again. I thought we were finally getting somewhere, finally becoming friends, maybe something more, but that was all ruined. I loathed him, and it would take a lot for me to change that.
For weeks after term had restarted, I managed to completely ignore Draco, it was one night in the Gryffindor common room, Seamus was experimenting with his new potions from his Mother, pouring them into a cauldron one after the other, a sudden hissing sound caught our attention, the cauldron was fizzing and bubbling, "Hit the ground!" Dean shouted, and we all fell to the floor covering our heads. A loud bang almost shattered my eardrums, the room filled with smoke, smoke circling the common room, filtering up the stairs into the dorms; we all stood up and ran for the portrait hole.
In assembly the next day, Dumbledore told us heart sinking news, the Gryffindor common room and dorms were off limits to all students, "Due to the circumstances" He went on "We have decided to initiate a house unity project." Dumbledore produced a big golden cauldron "This cauldron is enchanted to give me the names of two students, in different houses, that will be best suited together for this project. The pairs will share a living area, including a kitchen, common area and two bedrooms." The great hall erupted into chatter; Dumbledore silenced it with a wave of his hand. The cauldron began to glow then two pieces of paper flew out, he caught them and read out the names:
Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood
The sorting continued in this way
Blaise Zabini and Ginny Weasley
Cho Chang and Ernie Macmillon
Harry Potter and Pansy Parkinson
Ronald Weasley and Gregory Goyle
Harry had sucked in his breath at both Ginny's and his partners; Ron had thumped his head down on the table at his. I was getting increasingly worried about who I was partnered up with.
Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy
I guess I was in shock, I mean what else could have called for my breaking a piece off the wooden bench we were sitting on.
Authors note
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