It was almost dinnertime, and Hermione was getting ready to meet Draco. She brushed her hair for the 50th time, and checked too make-sure her clothes were perfect. Smiling, Hermione grabbed her school bag and headed out of the Great Hall. She slipped it on her shoulder, and stared at the ground as she walked. Butterflies in her stomach.
She exhaled and pushed open the Library doors, and she was greeted by Madam Prince the Librarian. A nodding of Hello, Hermione walked to the table she liked. Way in the back.
She didn't have to wait long, because the door opened and Draco walked in; his school bag over his shoulder.
He took it off, setting on the table. When he looked up, Hermione gasped. A huge purple bruise was on the side of his face. He looked at her, and then he frowned. "D-Malfoy? What happened?" He shook his head, and sat down in the chair beside her. "Lets get on with this project." She kept her mouth closed, and took out the books. "Okay, we need dragon's tongue (an: Idk if this is true...lol...) how will we get this?" Draco looked at the book and thought about it. "Well," He started, "Snape has some." Hermione nodded, and continued looked down the list.
They both spent 2 hours going over the project, and Hermione yawned. "Tried?" Draco asked her when he looked up. She nodded, and smiled sleepily. "Aren't you?" He looked away, and nodded. "Yeah a little." Hermione frowned, and placed a hand on his shoulder, which made him jump, and pushed her away. Her eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to say sorry, but nothing came out. "Um, okay." Hermione got up from the ground, and started gathering up her stuff. "Hermione, I'm sorry." He whispered, and she barely heard him. "Draco, what made you react like that?" She took her seat next to him, and waited. He sighed, "Instinct."
This confused her. She studied him, and remembered the bruise. "What about this?" She touched it lightly, letting her fingers brush over it gently. His eyes closed, and he leaned into her touch. Her heart was pounded in her chest and she swore he heard it. When her hand moved from his cheek and rested on his shoulder his eyes opened.
Draco looked at Hermione, without saying anything. Deep inside he was scared. Of what? He didn't know. Ever time he looked at this girl, he felt a warm feeling creep through him. Draco would never admit it but he liked it. "Why do you care?" He asked her, and she looked down. "I don't know. But I do...talk to me. I promise I will never breath a word of it. You can trust me." He snorted. "Trust you? How do I know you're not going to run to your two boyfriends and tell them about poor little Draco's problems? No thank you." He told her harshly, and she shrugged. "You don't know, but you can have faith in me you know. No matter how much I may dislike you Draco, I will never tell anyone. Especially them."
"I'll tell you what. Forget I am Hermione. Pretend I am Pansy." Hermione said with a smile on her face. Draco glared at her, but then broke out into a grin. "Yeah, hells of a lot better...right." He shifted his position so he could face her and stared at his hands. "You want to know who did this?" He asked; pointing to the bruise on his face. Hermione nodded, and he looked up. "My father. He has been doing it for a while now. He has done it all my life, but never this bad." Unshed tears welled up his ice blue eyes. "He sent me a letter a couple days ago telling me that he beat my mother so bad she is still in ICU in Mangos. He isn't sorry about it, but my mother was the only one has loved me. I can't loose her." He released the tears in his eyes, and they fell slowly down his face.
Hermione bit her bottom lip, and hugged him. To her surprise he returned the hug. They both didn't let go, and they both enjoyed the feeling of being in each other's arms. "Its okay Draco," She told him, running her fingers softly through his platinum blonde hair. He hugged her tighter, and it seemed he forgot she was his enemy. He cried.
This broke Hermione's heart. Behind the snotty, self-centered git it was actually a broken man. He rested his head on her shoulder, his eyes closed. Hermione kept running her fingers through his hair, as well as her eyes closed. It seemed forever when He pulled away from her and whipped his eyes. "Sorry Ganger," He muttered, and looked away. Hermione placed a hand under his chin, forcing him to look at her. "Don't be. Draco, if you ever need to talk. Come to me. Please?" He nodded, and she did something that caught both of them by surprise. She kissed his cheek; and grabbed her stuff, leaving the library.
Draco didn't know what happened, but he watched the one girl whom he hated for years leave thinking that, she was the only girl who would listen. He whipped his eyes once more, and packed his school bag. With a swift movement, he left the library with one thing on his mind. Hermione.
She exhaled and pushed open the Library doors, and she was greeted by Madam Prince the Librarian. A nodding of Hello, Hermione walked to the table she liked. Way in the back.
She didn't have to wait long, because the door opened and Draco walked in; his school bag over his shoulder.
He took it off, setting on the table. When he looked up, Hermione gasped. A huge purple bruise was on the side of his face. He looked at her, and then he frowned. "D-Malfoy? What happened?" He shook his head, and sat down in the chair beside her. "Lets get on with this project." She kept her mouth closed, and took out the books. "Okay, we need dragon's tongue (an: Idk if this is true...lol...) how will we get this?" Draco looked at the book and thought about it. "Well," He started, "Snape has some." Hermione nodded, and continued looked down the list.
They both spent 2 hours going over the project, and Hermione yawned. "Tried?" Draco asked her when he looked up. She nodded, and smiled sleepily. "Aren't you?" He looked away, and nodded. "Yeah a little." Hermione frowned, and placed a hand on his shoulder, which made him jump, and pushed her away. Her eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to say sorry, but nothing came out. "Um, okay." Hermione got up from the ground, and started gathering up her stuff. "Hermione, I'm sorry." He whispered, and she barely heard him. "Draco, what made you react like that?" She took her seat next to him, and waited. He sighed, "Instinct."
This confused her. She studied him, and remembered the bruise. "What about this?" She touched it lightly, letting her fingers brush over it gently. His eyes closed, and he leaned into her touch. Her heart was pounded in her chest and she swore he heard it. When her hand moved from his cheek and rested on his shoulder his eyes opened.
Draco looked at Hermione, without saying anything. Deep inside he was scared. Of what? He didn't know. Ever time he looked at this girl, he felt a warm feeling creep through him. Draco would never admit it but he liked it. "Why do you care?" He asked her, and she looked down. "I don't know. But I do...talk to me. I promise I will never breath a word of it. You can trust me." He snorted. "Trust you? How do I know you're not going to run to your two boyfriends and tell them about poor little Draco's problems? No thank you." He told her harshly, and she shrugged. "You don't know, but you can have faith in me you know. No matter how much I may dislike you Draco, I will never tell anyone. Especially them."
"I'll tell you what. Forget I am Hermione. Pretend I am Pansy." Hermione said with a smile on her face. Draco glared at her, but then broke out into a grin. "Yeah, hells of a lot better...right." He shifted his position so he could face her and stared at his hands. "You want to know who did this?" He asked; pointing to the bruise on his face. Hermione nodded, and he looked up. "My father. He has been doing it for a while now. He has done it all my life, but never this bad." Unshed tears welled up his ice blue eyes. "He sent me a letter a couple days ago telling me that he beat my mother so bad she is still in ICU in Mangos. He isn't sorry about it, but my mother was the only one has loved me. I can't loose her." He released the tears in his eyes, and they fell slowly down his face.
Hermione bit her bottom lip, and hugged him. To her surprise he returned the hug. They both didn't let go, and they both enjoyed the feeling of being in each other's arms. "Its okay Draco," She told him, running her fingers softly through his platinum blonde hair. He hugged her tighter, and it seemed he forgot she was his enemy. He cried.
This broke Hermione's heart. Behind the snotty, self-centered git it was actually a broken man. He rested his head on her shoulder, his eyes closed. Hermione kept running her fingers through his hair, as well as her eyes closed. It seemed forever when He pulled away from her and whipped his eyes. "Sorry Ganger," He muttered, and looked away. Hermione placed a hand under his chin, forcing him to look at her. "Don't be. Draco, if you ever need to talk. Come to me. Please?" He nodded, and she did something that caught both of them by surprise. She kissed his cheek; and grabbed her stuff, leaving the library.
Draco didn't know what happened, but he watched the one girl whom he hated for years leave thinking that, she was the only girl who would listen. He whipped his eyes once more, and packed his school bag. With a swift movement, he left the library with one thing on his mind. Hermione.
