Thanq to all my reviewers: Dragon-Gem, CLARICEKARN1234, and Blue eyes to
answer
Ur questions yes Hugh and Lucius are in the same crowd and u will find out
what happens.
And fee, I have A HUGE case of writers block so I can't quite write another story just yet, but as soon as I get some inspiration I will.
Oh yeah and 2morrow its my birthday (its my dads 2day) so I wont be able to post some for a while.
Credit again goes to Fee for most of this
Here we go
CHAPTER 13. Draco's nightmare
Hermione climbed beneath the sheets of the large four-poster in her room. The dorm she and Draco shared was rather large. Just inside the entrance lay a spacious common room, a welcome fire cracking in the fireplace. The fireplace was intricately designed, the Slytherin serpent carved into one half of the sandstone feature, and the Gryffindor lion carved into the other. The room she noticed was decorated in the same fashion, using the themes and colours of the two houses.
Through a divide of gold and silver curtains lay a small library, on the left of the room were two smaller rooms, one a bathroom and the other a small kitchen, both sectioned off with doors rather than curtains.
The dorm was shaped rather like an eight and in its top half was their sleeping quarters. Two rooms, divided by a balcony, large and spacious, decorated in similar fashion to the main common room.
Hermione yawned deeply and leaned back against her pillows. Within minutes she had fallen into a steady sleep.
Four hours later Hermione tossed restlessly in her sleep, the image of Hugh, seemingly burned into the back of her eyelids. Her eyes shot open as the images became too painful. She lay, staring at the ceiling, willing her heart to stop beating so hard, and trying to calm her heavy breathing. It was as she calmed that she realized that her dream was not the only thing that had woken her.
Sitting up quickly she tossed her cover off and swung her legs over the side of her four-poster listening. The sounds of distress she had picked up had grown louder, and continued to crescendo. Hermione sprung from her bed, ran out of her room and into the circular room that separated her bedroom from Draco's. She withdrew her wand, whispered "lumos" and tiptoed to the doorway of Draco's room. From there she peered around the darkened room.
Hermione edged to a window and opened the heavy green drapes. A beam of light from the full moon poured into the room, illuminating the four-poster in its centre in particular. At this she whispered "nox".
The cries grew louder still and Hermione rushed to the four-poster and tore back its curtains. The colour drained from her face with worry.
Draco was tossing violently amongst the sheets, drenched in a cold sweat. His cries cut through the air like knives and each one stabbed at Hermione's heart.
"Draco!" She whispered urgently from beside his bed.
Draco didn't respond, at least not in the way she would have hoped. Instead his thrashing increased, giving the impression of someone under the Cruciatus Curse. Hermione gasped and climbed up onto the king sized bed. She shook his convulsing body lightly speaking his name quietly as she did so. Still he didn't respond. She shook him harder and repeated his name louder still. His body did not stop its seizure and Hermione was beside herself with worry.
She shook him with all her strength and positively screamed his name; "Draco please wake up!"
Draco sat bolt upright, sweat pouring of his body his eyes darting madly around, breathing still heavy. Hermione, who had thrown herself off the bed at his sudden awakening, climbed slowly back on. Draco did not seem to notice her immediately, as his eyes continued to dance madly around the room. He jumped slightly as she touched his arm, and his attention was turned on her. His breathing slowed as their eyes locked. Hermione stared straight into his, amazed and frightened at what she saw. His usual defences had been dropped and she could see the emotion pouring out of his normally steely eyes. Pain, panic but most of all fear and sorrow. She was shocked at this.
"Draco." She whispered gently reaching out to stroke his face.
She stopped suddenly and a tear pooled and ran down his pale face. It was followed by another soon after. His breathing rapidly increased again as his chin dropped onto his chest. Hermione was horrified. She threw herself onto his heaving form and held him. The minutes passed as they sat, rocking gently. Draco continued to cry quietly into he crook of Hermione's shoulder as she whispered gentle words of comfort. She leaned back against his pillows, bringing his shaking body with her. Together they lay in the soft moonlight, Hermione stroking his silver hair, whispering words of comfort into it. Draco lay with his head on Hermione's chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart.
After about ten minutes Draco had fallen silent, his breath came in shuddering gasps as he quieted. Hermione still continued whispering to him and eventually he fell back asleep.
"What's wrong with you Draco, I never would have believed you were so troubled" she whispered out loud.
She kissed the top of his head and laid her head back on the pillows. Within minutes she had fallen asleep as well.
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Hermione awoke to find herself alone and no longer in her own bed. She looked around the green and silver room until she came across form by the window.
"Your up" Draco said. She could tell he had been crying
"Yeah. You ok?"
"No. I shouldn't have cried like that. I became week. I was told never to be weak, especially in front of a woman. Especially my lover"
"Oh Draco. It'll be ok," she kissed his forehead before sitting down with him in front of the window "you wanna talk about it?"
"You wouldn't mind?"
"Not at all. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't listen to my boyfriends problems?" she asked sarcastically. Draco laughed, "I love you Draco"
"I love you too" he kissed her soft lips and started to talk "Mione do you remember when I came to your place and showed you my back?" Hermione nodded "well Lucius did that the night before I came over. When I was younger he used to slap me really hard, I used to bruise so easily but in our third year I found a spell to stop me bruising so easily." Hermione took Draco's hand in her own at this point "I cast it every night in case Lucius hit me, then in our fifth year he put me under the Cruciatus Curse for the first time. It hurt so bad" Draco tightened his grip on her hand as the tears started to well in his eyes
"Draco, is that what you were dreaming about?"
Draco nodded and continued his story "every night when I was at home it would happen" the tears started to fall "you know how I told you I was brought up never to harm a woman?" Hermione again nodded "lie. I was brought up never to tell a lie. My father does hit my mother. I swore to my mum that I would never raise a hand to a woman in anger. But when my father found out that my girl friend, Amelia the slut, had been beaten first my father congratulated me, then about a day later mum told him that I had promised never to harm a woman, and he doesn't like it when you brake promises. This happened Christmas holidays last year, this was only the second time he had ever put me under the Cruciatus Curse. These holidays every night he did it again, he told me 'never go weak in the presence of a woman, especially your lover' Hermione he scared me." Hermione let go of Draco's hand and walked to his nightstand and got his handkerchief sat down and dabbed his eyes.
"Hey Draco, like you said to me I'll protect you" he smiled. Then she added, "If I can" and with that she kissed him
And fee, I have A HUGE case of writers block so I can't quite write another story just yet, but as soon as I get some inspiration I will.
Oh yeah and 2morrow its my birthday (its my dads 2day) so I wont be able to post some for a while.
Credit again goes to Fee for most of this
Here we go
CHAPTER 13. Draco's nightmare
Hermione climbed beneath the sheets of the large four-poster in her room. The dorm she and Draco shared was rather large. Just inside the entrance lay a spacious common room, a welcome fire cracking in the fireplace. The fireplace was intricately designed, the Slytherin serpent carved into one half of the sandstone feature, and the Gryffindor lion carved into the other. The room she noticed was decorated in the same fashion, using the themes and colours of the two houses.
Through a divide of gold and silver curtains lay a small library, on the left of the room were two smaller rooms, one a bathroom and the other a small kitchen, both sectioned off with doors rather than curtains.
The dorm was shaped rather like an eight and in its top half was their sleeping quarters. Two rooms, divided by a balcony, large and spacious, decorated in similar fashion to the main common room.
Hermione yawned deeply and leaned back against her pillows. Within minutes she had fallen into a steady sleep.
Four hours later Hermione tossed restlessly in her sleep, the image of Hugh, seemingly burned into the back of her eyelids. Her eyes shot open as the images became too painful. She lay, staring at the ceiling, willing her heart to stop beating so hard, and trying to calm her heavy breathing. It was as she calmed that she realized that her dream was not the only thing that had woken her.
Sitting up quickly she tossed her cover off and swung her legs over the side of her four-poster listening. The sounds of distress she had picked up had grown louder, and continued to crescendo. Hermione sprung from her bed, ran out of her room and into the circular room that separated her bedroom from Draco's. She withdrew her wand, whispered "lumos" and tiptoed to the doorway of Draco's room. From there she peered around the darkened room.
Hermione edged to a window and opened the heavy green drapes. A beam of light from the full moon poured into the room, illuminating the four-poster in its centre in particular. At this she whispered "nox".
The cries grew louder still and Hermione rushed to the four-poster and tore back its curtains. The colour drained from her face with worry.
Draco was tossing violently amongst the sheets, drenched in a cold sweat. His cries cut through the air like knives and each one stabbed at Hermione's heart.
"Draco!" She whispered urgently from beside his bed.
Draco didn't respond, at least not in the way she would have hoped. Instead his thrashing increased, giving the impression of someone under the Cruciatus Curse. Hermione gasped and climbed up onto the king sized bed. She shook his convulsing body lightly speaking his name quietly as she did so. Still he didn't respond. She shook him harder and repeated his name louder still. His body did not stop its seizure and Hermione was beside herself with worry.
She shook him with all her strength and positively screamed his name; "Draco please wake up!"
Draco sat bolt upright, sweat pouring of his body his eyes darting madly around, breathing still heavy. Hermione, who had thrown herself off the bed at his sudden awakening, climbed slowly back on. Draco did not seem to notice her immediately, as his eyes continued to dance madly around the room. He jumped slightly as she touched his arm, and his attention was turned on her. His breathing slowed as their eyes locked. Hermione stared straight into his, amazed and frightened at what she saw. His usual defences had been dropped and she could see the emotion pouring out of his normally steely eyes. Pain, panic but most of all fear and sorrow. She was shocked at this.
"Draco." She whispered gently reaching out to stroke his face.
She stopped suddenly and a tear pooled and ran down his pale face. It was followed by another soon after. His breathing rapidly increased again as his chin dropped onto his chest. Hermione was horrified. She threw herself onto his heaving form and held him. The minutes passed as they sat, rocking gently. Draco continued to cry quietly into he crook of Hermione's shoulder as she whispered gentle words of comfort. She leaned back against his pillows, bringing his shaking body with her. Together they lay in the soft moonlight, Hermione stroking his silver hair, whispering words of comfort into it. Draco lay with his head on Hermione's chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart.
After about ten minutes Draco had fallen silent, his breath came in shuddering gasps as he quieted. Hermione still continued whispering to him and eventually he fell back asleep.
"What's wrong with you Draco, I never would have believed you were so troubled" she whispered out loud.
She kissed the top of his head and laid her head back on the pillows. Within minutes she had fallen asleep as well.
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Hermione awoke to find herself alone and no longer in her own bed. She looked around the green and silver room until she came across form by the window.
"Your up" Draco said. She could tell he had been crying
"Yeah. You ok?"
"No. I shouldn't have cried like that. I became week. I was told never to be weak, especially in front of a woman. Especially my lover"
"Oh Draco. It'll be ok," she kissed his forehead before sitting down with him in front of the window "you wanna talk about it?"
"You wouldn't mind?"
"Not at all. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't listen to my boyfriends problems?" she asked sarcastically. Draco laughed, "I love you Draco"
"I love you too" he kissed her soft lips and started to talk "Mione do you remember when I came to your place and showed you my back?" Hermione nodded "well Lucius did that the night before I came over. When I was younger he used to slap me really hard, I used to bruise so easily but in our third year I found a spell to stop me bruising so easily." Hermione took Draco's hand in her own at this point "I cast it every night in case Lucius hit me, then in our fifth year he put me under the Cruciatus Curse for the first time. It hurt so bad" Draco tightened his grip on her hand as the tears started to well in his eyes
"Draco, is that what you were dreaming about?"
Draco nodded and continued his story "every night when I was at home it would happen" the tears started to fall "you know how I told you I was brought up never to harm a woman?" Hermione again nodded "lie. I was brought up never to tell a lie. My father does hit my mother. I swore to my mum that I would never raise a hand to a woman in anger. But when my father found out that my girl friend, Amelia the slut, had been beaten first my father congratulated me, then about a day later mum told him that I had promised never to harm a woman, and he doesn't like it when you brake promises. This happened Christmas holidays last year, this was only the second time he had ever put me under the Cruciatus Curse. These holidays every night he did it again, he told me 'never go weak in the presence of a woman, especially your lover' Hermione he scared me." Hermione let go of Draco's hand and walked to his nightstand and got his handkerchief sat down and dabbed his eyes.
"Hey Draco, like you said to me I'll protect you" he smiled. Then she added, "If I can" and with that she kissed him