Chapter 4

Hermione's PoV:

Oh no, oh damn... Hermione was thinking about ways to kill herself, while Mr Malfoy and Dragon were sitting opposite to her, Mr Malfoy smiling at her and Dragon inspecting his nails, looking extremely bored. This wasn't good at all, why couldn't mum show up yet? It couldn't take this damn long to buy some food, could it? Well okay, this was London... Cutting up her wrists? No, too painful... Drowning herself? Where? Toilet? No, too hard. Why couldn't a person die when she wanted too, just like that? She should ask them if they want something to drink. Please voice, don't let me down now...

"Um...would you like something to drink?"

"Yes, a beer would be great honey," Mr Malfoy said, still smiling. Ugh, disgusting. She looked at Dragon and waited for him to answer her. He was staring at his dad, looking almost...scared. She cleared her troat.

"And you Dragon, would you like a coke?" He looked at her and nodded quickly. She slipped inside the kitchen fast. Phew. Okay, thank God, they had beer and coke. Why did mum go shopping anyway? Hermione opened the drinks and walked back into the livingroom. She gave them their drinks and Mr Malfoy took a BIG sip of his beer. Dragon stared at him. Strange.

"So, Hermione, what does your parents do?"

"My mum is a dentist."

"And your dad?" Shit. She hated that question.

"Well he's...um...dead," she said slowly. Mr Malfoy didn't stop grinning.

"How sad," he said. Hermione didn't like him at all. Dragon was looking at his coke. "This is my son Gaylord by the way," he added and nodded at Dragon. Strange, she already knew that.

"Yeah me and Dragon share some classes." Mr Malfoy stopped grinning and looked at his son. He looked dizzy in some way.

"And WHEN were you planning on telling me this, son?" Hermione jumped high. His voice was loud and angry. Dragon looked at his dad calmly.

"Well, I found out today too, dad. And it's not like you know the other kids in my school either."

"SHUT UP! You should have told me!" Hermione was getting scared now, she wanted them to leave.

"Um...Mr Malfoy, I..."

"Shut up bitch. This is between my son and me." Hermione stared at him. He was obviously drunk. She knew how to handle situations like this, run up to her room and lock the door. That was what she did when her own dad came home drunk every night last year. But she couldn't just leave these people in her house. She gasped and jumped backwards when she saw Mr Malfoy punch Dragon really hard in the face. The coke flew from his hand and smashed against the bookshell, the glass breaking into pieces. Mr Malfoy then stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut.

Dragon's PoV:

His face was hurting like hell, his nose was bleeding and the house was quiet. He was staring at Hermione, who was staring back at him, eyes big. After a while she stood up and disappeared into the kitchen. She came back with tissues, which she gave to him. He wiped the blood from his face slowly, his nose felt like a stone. Hermione sat down on the floor and began to pick up the pieces of glass. He decided to help her, it was after all his fault.

"Does he drink often?" She suddenly asked him. He looked up and met her eyes. He got the feeling that he wanted to tell her everything, he wanted to get rid of his problems. But he couldn't do it. So he shrugged instead. He stared into her eyes. It felt like she was looking through him. He shook away the feeling quickly and looked down. "My dad drank too." He looked up at her again. What? The girl didn't have a commercialfamily?

"He doesn't hit me often," he quickly said. That was a lie, but he couldn't tell this girl everything. His reputation was his life, and he couldn't ruin it.

"He will," she whispered. He was starting to get angry. Who did she think she was?

"Oh, and how the hell do you know that then?" He hissed.

"I've been there, I know." Yeah right. She put the pieces of glass on the table and looked at him. That look again, like she could read his thoughts. He didn't like it.

"Whatever," he mumbled. He should say something. " Sorry for this...um...we won't come over again," he added. To his surprise she smiled a little.

"I don't mind YOU being here Dragon." He smiled back. This girl wasn't rude about this, he was sure she would yell at him and say she hated him and that she never wanted to see him here again. Nobody else knew about his dad. He wanted it to stay that way. Before he could say anything she spoke.

"I won't tell anyone, don't worry." COULD she read minds?

"Thanks."

"But I'm not telling you that's the right thing to do. You really should tell some of your friends. I did the same mistake you know, they really just want to help you." He shrugged again. His friends? Who was she talking about? The girls he knew were all stupid and just sleeping around with him, the guys were just naturally stupid. They literally were SEARCHING for reasons to ruin his reputation, they all wanted to be like him. To be honest, he didn't have any real friends.

"I don't think so," he smiled at her. She wrinkled her forehead.

"What do you mean?" Shit. No way he was telling her!

"Nevermind." He couldn't stay here, she would read his mind in no time. "I should leave. See you in school tomorrow, and sorry for this," he said and stood up. She nodded and he walked outside. He walked past his house, heading for the nearest pub.

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