Third chapter I don't own any of these characters there all JK ROWLINGS
cool. Okay third chapter. It's Hermione's and Draco's POV today. (HES GONNA
TRY KILL HIMSELF!)
Hermione woke that morning groggy. It was a Saturday and everyone was going to Hogsmeade including the first years. She looked at her clock. It read: 10.07am. She peered around her dorm and the beds were abandoned. She sighed, got out of bed and walked downstairs. Everyone was gone. On the table there was a note:
Dear Hermione, Gone to hogsmeade. Back soon. Love Harry and Ron
She dropped the note hurt. Why didn't anybody wake her? She was feeling sick anyway. So she got changed, grabbed her latest book and ran down to the great hall for breakfast. She looked around surprised there were only five people eating. One of them was Draco. She looked into his grey eyes with disappointment and sorrow and they locked. She dragged them away and sat to eat her breakfast while also reading her book.
Draco watched Hermione enter the hall not taking her eyes off her long after she looked away. She was quite pretty. The light brown hair worn down and frizzy had darkened and straightened into auburn waves. What was once a child's body blossomed first into the awkwardness of adolescence, then into the curves and grace of womanhood. He didn't need to hate her anymore, he had nothing against muggleborns and he never did. He looked at her a little while longer, stood up and left. He walked toward the lake and sat down on the edge of it looking out. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. No matter how the sun shone, there was always a shadow that loomed over him He was so scarred and empty; he knew there was nothing else to live for. Nothing was there to make life worth living. Everybody hated him; he wasn't worth anyone's time or, worse, anyone's love. He was just living to make everyone miserable.
He stared at the dagger that was in his pocket as it shone in his hand with comfort as the sun's light reflected on it. He slowly twirled it. Its light slightly blinding him. He rolled up his robe sleeves and looked at the beating vein on his wrist. He accepted the fact that this is what everyone wanted. Then, without a second thought he placed the cold steel against his skin and slashed his wrist. Wincing with pain, he took the knife with his bloody hand and slashed his other wrist.
Draco dropped weapon that was now coloured crimson red and watched his wrist bleed him to death. He fell to his knees as he felt himself getting weaker at the loss of blood. Then an ear-splitting screech came from somewhere behind him. Draco looked back and saw Hermione with a look of horror on her face.
She dropped her book and rushed to Draco. She grabbed his bloody arms. "What have you done?" She asked frantically but Draco gave no reply. Her eyes were full of sorrow that he had never noticed before. 'Oh my God Draco!' she said. Draco stared at her, she called him Draco. He was never called that before. With an effort, he opened his mouth said, "I don't know, I-I.
She grabbed her wand, almost shouted "Corporeus Formosus" and Draco wounds turned to scratches. He stared up at her lite headed and dazed then fainted. Hermione sat there shocked and checked his pulse, he had just fainted. She tried to work out what just happened. Draco Malfoy killing himself? She felt tears in her eyes remembering Voldermort and all the killings. She never had to heal someone before and all that shock was hard on her. She couldn't possibly get a teacher even though she knew she should. Even if he was Malfoy she couldn't do that.
When he woke he looked at her, put his head in his hands and cried. Hermione was startled and uncomfortable. "Draco, it's okay. Please don't cry." She said nervously. He looked at her his eyes saddened. "God Granger, I tried to kill myself. I'm crazy. He replied. "You need help! I know your going through a hard time, a really hard time. I don't understand but I will try." She moved around trying to get comfortable and looked at him with a determined face. He stared at her and sighed "You don't want to hear it." She wasn't going to budget. He looked at her with a pleading and worried look. "You can trust me." She said.
He began from his abusive relationship with his father, to Voldermort and how he was more than that snotty rich kid. He wanted to do something with his life. He had feelings. Hermione listened patiently, with looks of sadness and sorrow on her face. "God Draco, you should have told someone!" Hermione shouted frustrated. He looked at her and his face wasn't cruel anymore it was lost and slowly drifting away. She couldn't ignore it now. She had seen it and heard it. He could be lying but the story was so convincing and he had tried to kill himself. What she didn't know is where it would lead her.
Third chapter finally finished. Reviews please!! Next chapter Draco and Hermione are meeting secretly around the school.
Hermione woke that morning groggy. It was a Saturday and everyone was going to Hogsmeade including the first years. She looked at her clock. It read: 10.07am. She peered around her dorm and the beds were abandoned. She sighed, got out of bed and walked downstairs. Everyone was gone. On the table there was a note:
Dear Hermione, Gone to hogsmeade. Back soon. Love Harry and Ron
She dropped the note hurt. Why didn't anybody wake her? She was feeling sick anyway. So she got changed, grabbed her latest book and ran down to the great hall for breakfast. She looked around surprised there were only five people eating. One of them was Draco. She looked into his grey eyes with disappointment and sorrow and they locked. She dragged them away and sat to eat her breakfast while also reading her book.
Draco watched Hermione enter the hall not taking her eyes off her long after she looked away. She was quite pretty. The light brown hair worn down and frizzy had darkened and straightened into auburn waves. What was once a child's body blossomed first into the awkwardness of adolescence, then into the curves and grace of womanhood. He didn't need to hate her anymore, he had nothing against muggleborns and he never did. He looked at her a little while longer, stood up and left. He walked toward the lake and sat down on the edge of it looking out. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. No matter how the sun shone, there was always a shadow that loomed over him He was so scarred and empty; he knew there was nothing else to live for. Nothing was there to make life worth living. Everybody hated him; he wasn't worth anyone's time or, worse, anyone's love. He was just living to make everyone miserable.
He stared at the dagger that was in his pocket as it shone in his hand with comfort as the sun's light reflected on it. He slowly twirled it. Its light slightly blinding him. He rolled up his robe sleeves and looked at the beating vein on his wrist. He accepted the fact that this is what everyone wanted. Then, without a second thought he placed the cold steel against his skin and slashed his wrist. Wincing with pain, he took the knife with his bloody hand and slashed his other wrist.
Draco dropped weapon that was now coloured crimson red and watched his wrist bleed him to death. He fell to his knees as he felt himself getting weaker at the loss of blood. Then an ear-splitting screech came from somewhere behind him. Draco looked back and saw Hermione with a look of horror on her face.
She dropped her book and rushed to Draco. She grabbed his bloody arms. "What have you done?" She asked frantically but Draco gave no reply. Her eyes were full of sorrow that he had never noticed before. 'Oh my God Draco!' she said. Draco stared at her, she called him Draco. He was never called that before. With an effort, he opened his mouth said, "I don't know, I-I.
She grabbed her wand, almost shouted "Corporeus Formosus" and Draco wounds turned to scratches. He stared up at her lite headed and dazed then fainted. Hermione sat there shocked and checked his pulse, he had just fainted. She tried to work out what just happened. Draco Malfoy killing himself? She felt tears in her eyes remembering Voldermort and all the killings. She never had to heal someone before and all that shock was hard on her. She couldn't possibly get a teacher even though she knew she should. Even if he was Malfoy she couldn't do that.
When he woke he looked at her, put his head in his hands and cried. Hermione was startled and uncomfortable. "Draco, it's okay. Please don't cry." She said nervously. He looked at her his eyes saddened. "God Granger, I tried to kill myself. I'm crazy. He replied. "You need help! I know your going through a hard time, a really hard time. I don't understand but I will try." She moved around trying to get comfortable and looked at him with a determined face. He stared at her and sighed "You don't want to hear it." She wasn't going to budget. He looked at her with a pleading and worried look. "You can trust me." She said.
He began from his abusive relationship with his father, to Voldermort and how he was more than that snotty rich kid. He wanted to do something with his life. He had feelings. Hermione listened patiently, with looks of sadness and sorrow on her face. "God Draco, you should have told someone!" Hermione shouted frustrated. He looked at her and his face wasn't cruel anymore it was lost and slowly drifting away. She couldn't ignore it now. She had seen it and heard it. He could be lying but the story was so convincing and he had tried to kill himself. What she didn't know is where it would lead her.
Third chapter finally finished. Reviews please!! Next chapter Draco and Hermione are meeting secretly around the school.