Normal POV:
Slowly, Draco helped Hermione from Dumbledore's office, his arms still wrapped protectively around her. Trailing behind them, Ron and Harry walked together muttering to themselves, but neither Hermione nor Draco could hear a word they said.
Harry and Ron POV:
"What do you think we should do mate?"
"I dunno; I really don't have a clue what we should do Ron."
"Same, Mione usually helps us with all of this kinda stuff."
"Maybe if we pretend we're Hermione, we could think like Hermione."
"No Harry….just no."
"It was just a suggestion!"
"She's our best mate!"
"Well you think of something then!"
"What about the Hogsmeade trip then? We could meet him, beat him, and watch him die."
"Do ya think it'd work?"
"Not really, but we could try."
"Fair enough….but how will we know if he's gonna be there?"
"That, I'll tell you later…"
Normal POV:
It took what seemed an age before the group reached the portrait of the head common room and walked gratefully inside its safe confines. Leading Hermione to a couch, Draco sat down beside her, still holding her slender frame in his arms. He could feel her shaking as she gripped onto his shirt; hear her teeth chattering as though she was freezing cold.
"Why would Blaise do that? Do this to me? What did I do? I just don't understand! I wish I could, so I could know what I did to deserve this, to be hurt so!" Hermione cried into Draco's chest as he rubbed her still bruised back. "Why me?"
"Its okay hun, he can't hurt you anymore, you have to remember that. I'll always be here for you. Harry, Ron and I will always protect you, never again will that asshole touch you." Draco promised as he pulled her into an even tighter hug.
"Yeah Mione, he will never and I mean NEVER lay a hand, or eye, on you again." Ron stated breaking away from more muttering with Harry.
"I just cant help wondering if he'll leave me alone…whether he will just drop it…realise that I don't, cant, like him." Hermione muttered more to herself than to her friends.
"Either way Mione, we'll always be here, he wont get anywhere near you." Harry reassuringly said while conjuring a pot of hot tea, "Drink some tea, it might make you feel better."
Harry and Ron POV:
"What do you mean 'drink some tea'?"
"Your mum used it to calm tonks down, and my aunt seemed to think it worked…why?"
"Yeah but come on, my mum is also superstitious and carries around a rabbit foot for good luck, while your aunts a muggle—who hates witches, wizards and anything different!"
"Okay then, I get the point, but it still seems to work!"
"Stupid though…"
"Who cares?"
"I do!"
"Well you're the only one!"
"Whatever…stupid tea isn't going to work….!"
"Will you shut up about the damned tea and tell me what the plan is?"
"Why?"
"Ron! I need to know if I'm going to be a part of it!"
"Fine…I was going to send an owl pretending to be Hermione wanting to meet up at the Shrieking Shack…happy now Mr. I-must-get-my-way-all-the-damned-time-cuz-I-told-Hermione-to-drink-some-tea??
"Yes I'm happy now…but do you really think he'll fall for it?"
"I can not believe you seriously just asked me that question! Of course he will fall for it! He's utterly in love with our Mione…."
"Hmmm….we gonna tell Malfoy?"
"Only if we have too…we don't want him messing this up."
Hermione POV:
After taking a long sip of freshly made tea, Hermione sighed and instantly felt calmer. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying and her face blotchy from her fallen tears, she looked bad but felt worse. She was still bruised heavily, the black marks on her skin a reminder of what had happened, all she wanted was for it all to be gone. For the memories and the bruises, the thoughts and the confusion just to leave her mind, to disappear and never be found again.
Never before had she felt so broken inside, so alone, yet so crowded. People were around her, people that mattered, Draco, Harry and Ron. They were here to support her, protect her, to show her that she was loved, but in a way she just wanted to be alone. As much as they were helpful, they were hindering her as she tried to process what had happened. What had she done to make Blaise do this? Was it her fault? Had she encouraged it unknowingly? Was it even her fault at all?
Her eyelids begun to feel heavy and her head hard to hold up; the tea had done its job, it had relaxed her, calmed her down. Letting her head rest on Draco, she closed her tired eyes and let herself drift into sleep, allowing peaceful dreams to consume her in her sleep.
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