AMPHIGORY of THE MIND
11
On one of the most memorable times he had seen her; he had been bleeding.
He was bleeding from a head wound and from his sharp nose because he had just been punched. Scarlet drops of blood were defiling the perfectly white snow, and in his twisted mind, he couldn't help but think it was all so dramatic.
Like an opera with an orchestra playing in the background.
"You f*cking wanker!" screamed a voice.
And there, the crescendo.
He smirked.
And because of that, he got punched again.
She had screamed then, rushing to his side only to be stopped by her batty blonde friend from Ravenclaw.
"He needs this Hermione…" said Luna. Draco decided in his mind that perhaps Little Miss Lovegood also needed a beating and a bloody nose to match the roughly textured bright green checkered coat she was wearing. In truth though, he did not know if she was referring to him or the enraged red-head who was now kicking him in the stomach.
"Please! That's enough…" she sobbed and he unconsciously grinned. His mind spun with the pleasure of hearing her pleading them to stop hurting him.
Potter took this as a cue to stop his beastly sidekick from driving Draco's head into the snow with his foot.
"How could you!? Why does it have to be him?!" Ron raged with his voice cracking a bit almost in despair. He fell to his knees on the snow after a few tense moments, and raised his head to look at Hermione who stood white with such raw guilt that angry tears streaked down her face.
Luna loosened her grasp on the brunette and she fell over, stumbling to Draco's side.
"I don't know… " she said weakly, working her wand to stop the bleeding from his head wound. He knew his hair was a right muck up at that point.
Funny how he felt and looked like a complete mess any yet all he could think about was his hair and that horrible long itchy red scarf that she wore about her neck. Merlin, he hated that scarf, mainly because it covered her chin… her creamy endearing little chin.
"Please Ron…" he heard her say.
Ron took a breath as he rubbed his bruised fist against his eyes and sniffed. Without a word, he stood up and walked in the opposite direction of the field.
"He'll get over it… eventually" Harry smiled weakly at Hermione before following Ron.
Draco felt Hermione's grip tighten on his arm as she nodded to her friend. And that was all he heard before he slipped off into unconsciousness.
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On that same occasion when she saw him, she was utterly horrified.
Never mind that she had barely had time to shower and dress decently, but when she heard from Luna's floating head in the fire that Ron had taken Draco out to the old Quidditch Pitch specifically to (in ron's words) beat the bloody tosser to the ground like he deserved; the toe rag he was, she apparated instantly to the edge of the field and ran like mad to the scene.
Luna appeared shortly after pulling her away from the brawl to avoid getting hurt.
Apparently Draco had thrown his wand to the side and allowed Ron to hit him for all he was worth until he grew tired. The redhead, who looked insulted by the gesture (and the fact that Draco had laughed and called him a twat for trying to hold down a woman who loved her career and ambition more than life by giving her the horrific task of bearing his children) did not hesitate to take him up on his offer.
Hermione sighed. She stood in the lobby of St. Mungos as she awaited the healer to allow her to enter the room where Draco was being treated. When she finally did enter the room, he was sitting up on his bed with a lightly bandaged forehead and a clean hospital gown. Quite an improvement from the mucky black shirt he was brought in in.
"You're an arrogant donkey you know that?" were the first words that came out of her mouth.
"Arrogant yes, Donkey… I beg to differ" he drawled. "I think, I'm more of a stallion…"
"Oh get over yourself…"
He shifted on the bed and signaled her to sit beside him. She grinned and stubbornly sat on the chair facing the bed.
"I'm sorry… for what Ron did." She said after a few moments of silence twiddling with the fringes of her thick scarf that lay on her lap.
"Weasley should be sorry, I didn't fight back."
She laughed hollowly. "He hates me now…"
"He's a bloody tube"
"I loved him once…" she said quietly.
"What do you want me to say Granger?" Malfoy sat up with a glint of annoyance in his eye. "That he will be fine? That it will all be alright? That I'll be the man who will take better care of you? That I'm sorry for sleeping with you? If you were expecting that then you're right off your rocker." Taking a moment to close his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose in exhaustion.
"Look, I don't know if Weasley and if everything will be fine. I'm not even sure if I can take care of you…" he paused significantly waiting for her reaction. She met his gaze with a hint of stubbornness. She broke up with Ronald Weasley because she knew that she could survive the separation, and that she was sure that she could take care of herself. She did not need anyone to take care of her least of all Draco Malfoy.
"And I'm not sorry," he continued "… for sleeping with you…" she stifled a laugh.
"I'm truly not."
Suddenly Draco's cheeky smile turned upturned as his eyes drifted to the space behind her.
"That's a shame." said a sublimely coarse voice behind her. Hermione turned her chair and almost squeaked.
There, in her immaculately black Victorian inspired dress and robes with white blonde hair flowing behind her stood the matriarch of the Malfoy household.
A/N: This is set a number of months from the last chapter, after other events I'd still like to write about in future chapters. It's like a quick glimpse into the future before I pull you back into the events after the engagement party… And so with that, I've decided to give Ron a personality. In the beginning, I did not want to bash Ron in a way that most D/Hr authors mean to by dropping his IQ fifty points less of Goyle. Please Review if you think I should continue this story :3