OHSH, I can't BELIEVE I haven't done a disclaimer yet! Sheesh! What have I
been THINKING? Dumb me. anyway, NO character belongs to me. They all belong
to the "bloody brilliant" author, JK Rowling, OF COURSE. Man.. *smacks
head* how THICK HEADED can I BE? Anyway, I'm on Christmas Break, so
therefore I have LOTS 'o' time...to write! Yay! *coughs* anyway.here's
chapter 6, enjoy. ~*Malfoy 10
Chapter 6 "Even if it kills me."
Draco awoke, he saw Hermione in the seat across from him, she was asleep. He looked at his watch, it was 7:50am. I don't think I should wake her. but if people start to arrive and see a mudblood with me, they'll start talking.Ah who cares. Draco climbed out of his seat and started to dig in his trunk. After minutes of searching he found what he was looking for. A journal he got two years ago and never used. He decided he'd start to use it. He grabbed a quill and began to write.
I feel so abject right now. Being beat senseless by your father does that to you. Ever since I was nine, I've been beat by him. I tell you, when I left for Hogwarts in my first year, I had never been happier. I was getting away from the bastard for the first time, and for a long time. When I had to go home, no one knows this but, I cried the night before leaving. I sobbed silently to myself all night. No one heard, I hope, I think. People think of me as a misanthrope, always hating people, especially mudbloods. But they never stopped to think that maybe the reason I act so hateful is because I'm taking my anger at my father out at them. Everyone thinks as my father as a rich bastard, a bastard but not a big enough bastard to be his kid senseless. They'd never think that, he tries to look like the good guy, when he's at Hogwarts. For instance, 2nd year he bought all those Nimbus 2001's for the team. I act like I have pride in my father, when in reality he's scum to me. I hate him so much I could die, right here, right now. But I'm not that stupid, to take my life just because I hate my father, I'd rather take HIS life, but that'd also be stupid. Voldemort will probably take his life before I do. I mean my father claims to not be a death eater, so that must piss Old Voldie off a bit. Especially since he IS a Death Eater. I've seen the mark on his arm.not to mention him always talking; saying stuff like "Is this what you want to be like when Voldemort comes back?" And he disappears every so often, on non-work days. I know he'll try to get me to become one; I'll refuse though, even if it kills me.
Just then, Hermione woke up to see Draco scribbling in a book. A journal perhaps. Draco looked up and their eyes met. "Sleep well?" Hermione asked Draco. "I haven't slept well since I left Hogwarts last year." Draco said looking at the floor. He closed the book and set it next to him. They sat in silence for a while. Draco was thinking about all the beatings he could remember, it hurt to remember. Suddenly his mind couldn't take it anymore. Draco began to sweat and shake, his heart began to beat at an abnormal rate, he couldn't breath. He was having an anxiety attack. Draco fell to the floor, "I.can.barely.breath." he mumbled. Hermione fell to his side. "DRACO! Try to calm down. TRY, just try!" Draco just shook harder and began to gasp for air. Hermione began to cry.
Minutes later Draco began to calm down and he could finally breath. His heart beat went back to normal. "Hermione? I think I just had a panic attack. "Hermione looked at him, "I hope that's all it was Draco. I thought you were having a seizure!" She said and hugged him, yet again.
Hermione helped him up and put him back in his seat, she sat next to him, "Can I read what you wrote?" She asked him. Draco shook his head, "I'd rather you not." Hermione nodded. "What time is it?" She asked, trying to keep conversation. Wait, Hermione actually wanted to talk to Draco. "Its nearly 9, people should be arriving soon." Draco answered calmly, and then he looked at Hermione. Hermione nodded, "I should go to a different compartment, shouldn't I?" She asked. Draco nodded, "You probably should, Pothe-Potter and Weasley might not be too happy with you if they found out." Hermione nodded. She got up, grabbed her trunk and left.
Draco put his legs on the seat, turned so he was facing the seat and began to cry silently.
Feeling a presence of someone in the room he turned so he was lying on his back. It was Hermione, she bent down on her knees. "What?" Draco managed to say before she kissed him. Mind you it was more of a peck on the lips but, oh well. Hermione, without a word, stood up and left the compartment, and closed the compartment door.
Chapter 6 "Even if it kills me."
Draco awoke, he saw Hermione in the seat across from him, she was asleep. He looked at his watch, it was 7:50am. I don't think I should wake her. but if people start to arrive and see a mudblood with me, they'll start talking.Ah who cares. Draco climbed out of his seat and started to dig in his trunk. After minutes of searching he found what he was looking for. A journal he got two years ago and never used. He decided he'd start to use it. He grabbed a quill and began to write.
I feel so abject right now. Being beat senseless by your father does that to you. Ever since I was nine, I've been beat by him. I tell you, when I left for Hogwarts in my first year, I had never been happier. I was getting away from the bastard for the first time, and for a long time. When I had to go home, no one knows this but, I cried the night before leaving. I sobbed silently to myself all night. No one heard, I hope, I think. People think of me as a misanthrope, always hating people, especially mudbloods. But they never stopped to think that maybe the reason I act so hateful is because I'm taking my anger at my father out at them. Everyone thinks as my father as a rich bastard, a bastard but not a big enough bastard to be his kid senseless. They'd never think that, he tries to look like the good guy, when he's at Hogwarts. For instance, 2nd year he bought all those Nimbus 2001's for the team. I act like I have pride in my father, when in reality he's scum to me. I hate him so much I could die, right here, right now. But I'm not that stupid, to take my life just because I hate my father, I'd rather take HIS life, but that'd also be stupid. Voldemort will probably take his life before I do. I mean my father claims to not be a death eater, so that must piss Old Voldie off a bit. Especially since he IS a Death Eater. I've seen the mark on his arm.not to mention him always talking; saying stuff like "Is this what you want to be like when Voldemort comes back?" And he disappears every so often, on non-work days. I know he'll try to get me to become one; I'll refuse though, even if it kills me.
Just then, Hermione woke up to see Draco scribbling in a book. A journal perhaps. Draco looked up and their eyes met. "Sleep well?" Hermione asked Draco. "I haven't slept well since I left Hogwarts last year." Draco said looking at the floor. He closed the book and set it next to him. They sat in silence for a while. Draco was thinking about all the beatings he could remember, it hurt to remember. Suddenly his mind couldn't take it anymore. Draco began to sweat and shake, his heart began to beat at an abnormal rate, he couldn't breath. He was having an anxiety attack. Draco fell to the floor, "I.can.barely.breath." he mumbled. Hermione fell to his side. "DRACO! Try to calm down. TRY, just try!" Draco just shook harder and began to gasp for air. Hermione began to cry.
Minutes later Draco began to calm down and he could finally breath. His heart beat went back to normal. "Hermione? I think I just had a panic attack. "Hermione looked at him, "I hope that's all it was Draco. I thought you were having a seizure!" She said and hugged him, yet again.
Hermione helped him up and put him back in his seat, she sat next to him, "Can I read what you wrote?" She asked him. Draco shook his head, "I'd rather you not." Hermione nodded. "What time is it?" She asked, trying to keep conversation. Wait, Hermione actually wanted to talk to Draco. "Its nearly 9, people should be arriving soon." Draco answered calmly, and then he looked at Hermione. Hermione nodded, "I should go to a different compartment, shouldn't I?" She asked. Draco nodded, "You probably should, Pothe-Potter and Weasley might not be too happy with you if they found out." Hermione nodded. She got up, grabbed her trunk and left.
Draco put his legs on the seat, turned so he was facing the seat and began to cry silently.
Feeling a presence of someone in the room he turned so he was lying on his back. It was Hermione, she bent down on her knees. "What?" Draco managed to say before she kissed him. Mind you it was more of a peck on the lips but, oh well. Hermione, without a word, stood up and left the compartment, and closed the compartment door.