I Can Feel It In My Heart
Chapter Five
Hermione and Draco spent the whole afternoon together.
"I am so glad to be your friend," Draco told her again and again, and Hermione could see that he wasn't lying.
"I'm glad too," she said, happiness filling her sole.
"Hermione, I want to tell you something."
"Yes, Draco?"
Draco took a deep breath and said: "It would probably sound horrible to you. but I am happy that my father died."
Hermione stared at him, unable to believe.
"I know how it sounds," Draco continued. "But I have all the reasons to be happy about it."
"What are the reasons?" Hermione asked quietly.
Draco lowered his gaze. "He used to beat my mother and me."
Hermione's mouth opened in horror.
"Yes," said Draco, his fingers playing with the grass. "My mother is glad that he died, too. He used to beat her much more often than he beat me. He used to rape her and abuse her every time he was home. I hated him when he did that."
Hermione didn't say a word. She could see pain in Draco's eyes. She felt sorry for him, yet touched by the fact that he was telling her this. It was obviously a secret.
"I've never told anyone," Draco said, now lying on his stomach on the grass, his head supported by his hands, "but late at night, I used to lie in bed and listen to my mother screaming and begging him to let go of her, and I used to whisper into the darkness of my room: "I wish you were dead". I wanted to run, free my mother and kill my father for abusing her."
"Why didn't you then?" asked Hermione quietly.
"Because he was so powerful, I didn't stand a chance," Draco answered bitterly. "Not only he was much bigger and stronger than me, he was also much more experienced, and could cast the Cruciatus spell on me immediately. I couldn't help my mother. It killed me, but I couldn't."
"He cast the Cruciatus spell on you?" asked Hermione, horrified.
"Why not?" said Draco hatefully. "He used to cast it on everyone around - my mother, the house-elves, even the other Death-Eaters who didn't do what he thought they should have done. Why should he discriminate his own son?"
Hermione was very quiet. She suddenly understood Draco so well. She was always angry at him for being so mean. How could he not be mean with such memories? And with this deep understanding and care, she reached out her hand and caressed his hair.
Draco looked at her. All hatred had disappeared from his eyes as her hand was playing with his hair. Then he sat up. Hermione hesitated for a moment, but decided not to stop. Her hand came down from his hair and reached his cheek. As she caressed his cheek, he raised his own hand, put in on the nape of her neck and pulled her head towards his. Hermione didn't object. She wanted it, she wanted it so badly, it felt so right. As their heads were so close that their noses were almost touching, Draco stopped for a moment and smiled at her. She smiled back. They continued to look at each other for about three seconds, and then suddenly Draco leaned in and kissed her.
Hermione's spirit soared; her sole was glowing. She felt as if all her wishes had come true thanks to this kiss. She leaned in and put one hand on Draco's shoulder as they continued kissing.
Finally Draco pulled away, looking a bit dizzy. Hermione felt totally dizzy herself; she couldn't think about anything but the feel of his lips against hers. She was so... incredibly... happy. Their heads were still very close.
Then Draco said the words she had wanted to hear above all. "I love you, Hermione..."
Hermione closed her eyes with pleasure and inhaled his scent deeply; this words meant so much to her. She opened her eyes and met his, she smiled broadly and happily and said: "I love you too, Draco, so much."
It was even better than Draco's dreams. He touched her cheek and whispered: "You don't know how happy these words are making me."
"If they are making you as happy as they are making me, then I certainly do," Hermione said, still smiling.
And then they kissed again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Dear Mom,
I am now happier than I have ever been in my entire life. Do you remember what I told
you about Hermione Granger, that Gryffindor Muggle-born? I used to dislike her, you
probably remember, because I believed Father's foolish opinions about this pure-blood
thing. But after he died, I suddenly understood that everything he had ever told me was
only lies and nonsense, and I decided that I would never behave like him again. Now I
understand that it does not matter where you come from, all that matters is what you
become when you grow up. And Hermione Granger is the most charming creature I have
ever met; she is beautiful, smart, funny, sensitive. She is so perfect, I sometimes reckon
she is only a dream.
You probably understood by now, Mom. I love Hermione, she is my dream come true. And she loves me too. That is what makes me happier than I have ever been. I miss you, Mom.
Love,
Draco
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hermione, we need to talk."
It was later that day; Hermione was working on her Arithmancy homework when she heard Harry's voice. She raised her eyes to see him standing above her, looking at her seriously with his bright green eyes.
"Sure, Harry, is the a problem?"
"No, but it's really important."
"Sit down," she motioned to the chair next to hers. He sat. "Where's Ron?"
"I asked Ginny to take him somewhere and just make up a story that she needed to talk to him about something," Harry answered. Hermione looked at him carefully.
"And why did you do that?"
Harry took a deep breath. "Because I wanted to talk to you about him."
Hermione's heart constricted; she was sure she knew what was going to come. "I see," she said.
"Hermione..." Harry began, then stopped. He was obviously seraching for words. After a few seconds he continued: "Ron told me what had happened between you two."
"You mean when I told him I don't love him?"
"Yes." Harry's eyes were searching for hers. "Hermione... did you mean what you said?"
"I don't see a reason why I should have said such a thing if I didn't mean it," Hermione replied, looking at her Arithmancy homework. "I don't normally tell people something which I know that is going to hurt their feelings if I don't mean it."
"Yeah, I know..." Harry said quietly, "But it's just that... well... I always thought you two would be together enentually."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Ron and me?"
"Yes," Harry said flatly. "You were always shouting at each other, insulting each other, competing about who was more cynical and funny that the other. It was just so obvious that you liked each other."
"I used to like him," Hermione admitted, "but I've stopped years ago. It just wasn't it, you see? I didn't love him."
Harry just looked at her.
Now's your moment, a voice said in Hermione's head. Tell him about Draco.
"Harry, there's something I need to tell you..." Hermione began, but at that precise moment their attention was distracted by Seamus Finnigan calling out loud: "Hey, Quidditch Players - practice! Now!"
"Why does Seamus have to be the Captain?" Harry groaned to Hermione. "He wouldn't give us a break!"
"It's OK," Hermione said, pushing him lightly. "Go and practice."
"Hey, what did you want to say?"
"Nothing, nothing."
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*~* Roni Black
Chapter Five
Hermione and Draco spent the whole afternoon together.
"I am so glad to be your friend," Draco told her again and again, and Hermione could see that he wasn't lying.
"I'm glad too," she said, happiness filling her sole.
"Hermione, I want to tell you something."
"Yes, Draco?"
Draco took a deep breath and said: "It would probably sound horrible to you. but I am happy that my father died."
Hermione stared at him, unable to believe.
"I know how it sounds," Draco continued. "But I have all the reasons to be happy about it."
"What are the reasons?" Hermione asked quietly.
Draco lowered his gaze. "He used to beat my mother and me."
Hermione's mouth opened in horror.
"Yes," said Draco, his fingers playing with the grass. "My mother is glad that he died, too. He used to beat her much more often than he beat me. He used to rape her and abuse her every time he was home. I hated him when he did that."
Hermione didn't say a word. She could see pain in Draco's eyes. She felt sorry for him, yet touched by the fact that he was telling her this. It was obviously a secret.
"I've never told anyone," Draco said, now lying on his stomach on the grass, his head supported by his hands, "but late at night, I used to lie in bed and listen to my mother screaming and begging him to let go of her, and I used to whisper into the darkness of my room: "I wish you were dead". I wanted to run, free my mother and kill my father for abusing her."
"Why didn't you then?" asked Hermione quietly.
"Because he was so powerful, I didn't stand a chance," Draco answered bitterly. "Not only he was much bigger and stronger than me, he was also much more experienced, and could cast the Cruciatus spell on me immediately. I couldn't help my mother. It killed me, but I couldn't."
"He cast the Cruciatus spell on you?" asked Hermione, horrified.
"Why not?" said Draco hatefully. "He used to cast it on everyone around - my mother, the house-elves, even the other Death-Eaters who didn't do what he thought they should have done. Why should he discriminate his own son?"
Hermione was very quiet. She suddenly understood Draco so well. She was always angry at him for being so mean. How could he not be mean with such memories? And with this deep understanding and care, she reached out her hand and caressed his hair.
Draco looked at her. All hatred had disappeared from his eyes as her hand was playing with his hair. Then he sat up. Hermione hesitated for a moment, but decided not to stop. Her hand came down from his hair and reached his cheek. As she caressed his cheek, he raised his own hand, put in on the nape of her neck and pulled her head towards his. Hermione didn't object. She wanted it, she wanted it so badly, it felt so right. As their heads were so close that their noses were almost touching, Draco stopped for a moment and smiled at her. She smiled back. They continued to look at each other for about three seconds, and then suddenly Draco leaned in and kissed her.
Hermione's spirit soared; her sole was glowing. She felt as if all her wishes had come true thanks to this kiss. She leaned in and put one hand on Draco's shoulder as they continued kissing.
Finally Draco pulled away, looking a bit dizzy. Hermione felt totally dizzy herself; she couldn't think about anything but the feel of his lips against hers. She was so... incredibly... happy. Their heads were still very close.
Then Draco said the words she had wanted to hear above all. "I love you, Hermione..."
Hermione closed her eyes with pleasure and inhaled his scent deeply; this words meant so much to her. She opened her eyes and met his, she smiled broadly and happily and said: "I love you too, Draco, so much."
It was even better than Draco's dreams. He touched her cheek and whispered: "You don't know how happy these words are making me."
"If they are making you as happy as they are making me, then I certainly do," Hermione said, still smiling.
And then they kissed again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Dear Mom,
I am now happier than I have ever been in my entire life. Do you remember what I told
you about Hermione Granger, that Gryffindor Muggle-born? I used to dislike her, you
probably remember, because I believed Father's foolish opinions about this pure-blood
thing. But after he died, I suddenly understood that everything he had ever told me was
only lies and nonsense, and I decided that I would never behave like him again. Now I
understand that it does not matter where you come from, all that matters is what you
become when you grow up. And Hermione Granger is the most charming creature I have
ever met; she is beautiful, smart, funny, sensitive. She is so perfect, I sometimes reckon
she is only a dream.
You probably understood by now, Mom. I love Hermione, she is my dream come true. And she loves me too. That is what makes me happier than I have ever been. I miss you, Mom.
Love,
Draco
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hermione, we need to talk."
It was later that day; Hermione was working on her Arithmancy homework when she heard Harry's voice. She raised her eyes to see him standing above her, looking at her seriously with his bright green eyes.
"Sure, Harry, is the a problem?"
"No, but it's really important."
"Sit down," she motioned to the chair next to hers. He sat. "Where's Ron?"
"I asked Ginny to take him somewhere and just make up a story that she needed to talk to him about something," Harry answered. Hermione looked at him carefully.
"And why did you do that?"
Harry took a deep breath. "Because I wanted to talk to you about him."
Hermione's heart constricted; she was sure she knew what was going to come. "I see," she said.
"Hermione..." Harry began, then stopped. He was obviously seraching for words. After a few seconds he continued: "Ron told me what had happened between you two."
"You mean when I told him I don't love him?"
"Yes." Harry's eyes were searching for hers. "Hermione... did you mean what you said?"
"I don't see a reason why I should have said such a thing if I didn't mean it," Hermione replied, looking at her Arithmancy homework. "I don't normally tell people something which I know that is going to hurt their feelings if I don't mean it."
"Yeah, I know..." Harry said quietly, "But it's just that... well... I always thought you two would be together enentually."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Ron and me?"
"Yes," Harry said flatly. "You were always shouting at each other, insulting each other, competing about who was more cynical and funny that the other. It was just so obvious that you liked each other."
"I used to like him," Hermione admitted, "but I've stopped years ago. It just wasn't it, you see? I didn't love him."
Harry just looked at her.
Now's your moment, a voice said in Hermione's head. Tell him about Draco.
"Harry, there's something I need to tell you..." Hermione began, but at that precise moment their attention was distracted by Seamus Finnigan calling out loud: "Hey, Quidditch Players - practice! Now!"
"Why does Seamus have to be the Captain?" Harry groaned to Hermione. "He wouldn't give us a break!"
"It's OK," Hermione said, pushing him lightly. "Go and practice."
"Hey, what did you want to say?"
"Nothing, nothing."
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*~* Roni Black