Disclaimer: I sadly don't own anything. J. K. Rowling owns it all. *sniff*
Note: Sorry this took so long I am having family problems and well I can't write when people are sad. This chapter is a little more dark but not very. It was fueled by a very angry conversation. *smiles sweetly* Anyway hope you enjoy it.
Draco lay awake watching Hermione sleep. Why did words hurt so much? He had been hit many times by different people. The blood dried and the scars went away. Spells always wore off of him. Words, they ran through his mind. 'I wish your spell would have killed him.' Was he so horrible that they wanted him dead? He then remebered all the words and guestures that made them hate him. "Why?" was the next question that ran through his mind. Then it came to him slowly through all the angry vocies calling him names, and wanting him dead. His father paid attention to him.
*~*~* Flashback *~*~* A young blonde boy with a pointed face lay reading a book. It was by a Muggle and was fascinating. Footsteps met his small pale eyes and he quickly shoved the book under his pillow. His father walked in and threw seven Nimbus 2001s on his bedroom floor. Draco looked up happily. His father had never given him anything. His gray eyes sparkled.
"If you behave like a Malfoy, I will treat you like a Malfoy." His father smirked and left leaving a smirking boy behind. Evil thoughts ran through the young boy's mind. If he was mean to the trio and disrepected Dumbledore, then he would earn more respect from his father. Respect....The one thing he wanted more than anything from his father.
*~*~*End of Flashback*~*~*
Draco shook his head. Things were different now. Lucius was in Azkaban and now it was only his mother and him. The mention of his mother made fire run through his veins. It was if the Dementors had given her the kiss. She wasn't always liked that. She used to be kind and loving. Now she was emotionless with only pale orbs for eyes. She had changed the day he had started to think his father was really a father. The same day as his first ever broom. Hermione began to move in her sleep. Draco's eyes narrowed looking at the smile on her face. If he was having a bad night then tommorow was going to be hell for her.
Hermione woke up happy. Draco had showed that he had a heart. She looked at her arm it was healed. Jumping out of bed, she saw Draco kicking in his sleep. Hermione laid a warm hand on his shoulder and she felt cold. His gray eyes narrowed.
"Don't you dare touch me! You filthy Mudblood." Draco spat. Hermione stepped back, out of breath.
"What?" She whispered. Had she only dreamed that he had been nice to her?
"Get out of my sight. I don't want to lay my eyes on something as hideous as you." Draco smirked seeing her eyes lose their twinkle. Then he realized what he had done. Her eyes became red and watery.
"You bastard! I thought you had changed!" Hermione wanted to kill him. How dare he put on an act to make her think he was nice.
"What? You actually thout that I was going to turn out to be a poor, unloved boy that comes running to you? Oh Hermione help me! My daddy doesn't love me and I need someone to love me." Draco said vemon in every word. Hermione felt her stomach curl up. She got a sicking feeling. Then she relaxed and breathed out.
"Okay Draco I will play your game." She said cooly. She hit him as hard as she could. Her nails were long and blood began to run down his face in four places.
"I warned you Granger! I don't take well to threats." Draco grabbed a hold of her wrist. Holding so tightly blood began to come to the surface. He raised his hand as if to hit her. Hermione gasped. In mid swing he stopped. "What the hell am I doing? I am turning into him!" Draco threw her hand down and saw the now reddish purple brusies on her wrist.
*~*~* Flashback*~*~* "Draco, no I am fine!" Narcissa said sweetly to her young son. She stroked his hair back with a buised hand. *~*~* End of Flashback *~*~*
Draco saw her so plainly. Hermione was his mother in front of him and he was Lucius. 'If you act like a Malfoy, I will treat you like a Malfoy' screamed in his mind.
Hermione looked at her hand. He had almost broke it but she wasn't worried, there was something wrong with Draco. His eyes were wide and glazed.
"Draco?" Hermione whispered softly. "Will you tell me what is wrong?"
Okay it is short but hey I trying. Anyway Draco comes around and I know it is a little early but something bad happens. So well I can't tell you everything. *rolls eyes* Enjoy and you see that little button that says submit review. Push it please. Thanks
Note: Sorry this took so long I am having family problems and well I can't write when people are sad. This chapter is a little more dark but not very. It was fueled by a very angry conversation. *smiles sweetly* Anyway hope you enjoy it.
Draco lay awake watching Hermione sleep. Why did words hurt so much? He had been hit many times by different people. The blood dried and the scars went away. Spells always wore off of him. Words, they ran through his mind. 'I wish your spell would have killed him.' Was he so horrible that they wanted him dead? He then remebered all the words and guestures that made them hate him. "Why?" was the next question that ran through his mind. Then it came to him slowly through all the angry vocies calling him names, and wanting him dead. His father paid attention to him.
*~*~* Flashback *~*~* A young blonde boy with a pointed face lay reading a book. It was by a Muggle and was fascinating. Footsteps met his small pale eyes and he quickly shoved the book under his pillow. His father walked in and threw seven Nimbus 2001s on his bedroom floor. Draco looked up happily. His father had never given him anything. His gray eyes sparkled.
"If you behave like a Malfoy, I will treat you like a Malfoy." His father smirked and left leaving a smirking boy behind. Evil thoughts ran through the young boy's mind. If he was mean to the trio and disrepected Dumbledore, then he would earn more respect from his father. Respect....The one thing he wanted more than anything from his father.
*~*~*End of Flashback*~*~*
Draco shook his head. Things were different now. Lucius was in Azkaban and now it was only his mother and him. The mention of his mother made fire run through his veins. It was if the Dementors had given her the kiss. She wasn't always liked that. She used to be kind and loving. Now she was emotionless with only pale orbs for eyes. She had changed the day he had started to think his father was really a father. The same day as his first ever broom. Hermione began to move in her sleep. Draco's eyes narrowed looking at the smile on her face. If he was having a bad night then tommorow was going to be hell for her.
Hermione woke up happy. Draco had showed that he had a heart. She looked at her arm it was healed. Jumping out of bed, she saw Draco kicking in his sleep. Hermione laid a warm hand on his shoulder and she felt cold. His gray eyes narrowed.
"Don't you dare touch me! You filthy Mudblood." Draco spat. Hermione stepped back, out of breath.
"What?" She whispered. Had she only dreamed that he had been nice to her?
"Get out of my sight. I don't want to lay my eyes on something as hideous as you." Draco smirked seeing her eyes lose their twinkle. Then he realized what he had done. Her eyes became red and watery.
"You bastard! I thought you had changed!" Hermione wanted to kill him. How dare he put on an act to make her think he was nice.
"What? You actually thout that I was going to turn out to be a poor, unloved boy that comes running to you? Oh Hermione help me! My daddy doesn't love me and I need someone to love me." Draco said vemon in every word. Hermione felt her stomach curl up. She got a sicking feeling. Then she relaxed and breathed out.
"Okay Draco I will play your game." She said cooly. She hit him as hard as she could. Her nails were long and blood began to run down his face in four places.
"I warned you Granger! I don't take well to threats." Draco grabbed a hold of her wrist. Holding so tightly blood began to come to the surface. He raised his hand as if to hit her. Hermione gasped. In mid swing he stopped. "What the hell am I doing? I am turning into him!" Draco threw her hand down and saw the now reddish purple brusies on her wrist.
*~*~* Flashback*~*~* "Draco, no I am fine!" Narcissa said sweetly to her young son. She stroked his hair back with a buised hand. *~*~* End of Flashback *~*~*
Draco saw her so plainly. Hermione was his mother in front of him and he was Lucius. 'If you act like a Malfoy, I will treat you like a Malfoy' screamed in his mind.
Hermione looked at her hand. He had almost broke it but she wasn't worried, there was something wrong with Draco. His eyes were wide and glazed.
"Draco?" Hermione whispered softly. "Will you tell me what is wrong?"
Okay it is short but hey I trying. Anyway Draco comes around and I know it is a little early but something bad happens. So well I can't tell you everything. *rolls eyes* Enjoy and you see that little button that says submit review. Push it please. Thanks
