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Hermione moaned and rolled over onto her back. Something had awakened her, but she was unsure of what. She couldn't be bothered opening her eyes. She felt a wave of remembrance overcome her as the memories of the previous day came flooding back. She shuddered, trying to forget. Suddenly she became aware of a sound, like someone breathing. Fear gripped her and her heart raced; the sound was too close to be someone from another bed. She snapped her eyes open, and screamed at what she saw. "Shhh!" Draco said fiercely, quickly shoving his hand over her mouth. Hermione's first thought was,::: he's back to rape me again!::: but something in his eyes silenced her. He was a wreck. His face was thin, his hair ragged, his eyes where bottomless pools of misery. "What are you doing here?" she hissed, after finding her tongue. "I..." his voice faltered, and he swallowed, though his voice came out hoarse, "I just wanted to tell you.. I am so sorry for what I did to you. It haunts every second of my waking hours, and at night I have nightmares about it.." When she didn't reply, he continued, "I was drunk, I wasn't thinking straight."
"So that makes it alright?" Hermione whispered ferociously, rage welling up inside her. At that, to Hermione's surprise, Draco burst into tears, and covered his face with his hands. Hermione's rage died, and she stared with shock, having trouble believing this poor excuse for a wizard was once cocky Draco Malfoy, who seemed to care for no one but himself. She knew she had to say something, so she said, with as much sensitivity as she could muster, "Stop crying Malfoy, Madame Pomfrey will hear you," As if on cue, hurried footsteps could be heard approaching. Draco's eyes filled with fear, and Hermione instinctively took charge. "Quick! Go! Get out!" she spat. Malfoy looked at her with pleading eyes, "I'm so sorry, please forgive me.."
"Go!!" she hissed. The footsteps were getting louder and closer by the second. Malfoy climbed silently to the window like a cat. He lingered at the windowsill for a millisecond, and gave her mournful look as if he had wanted to say more, before disappearing into the dark of night. That was the last anyone saw of Draco Malfoy again.
Hermione moaned and rolled over onto her back. Something had awakened her, but she was unsure of what. She couldn't be bothered opening her eyes. She felt a wave of remembrance overcome her as the memories of the previous day came flooding back. She shuddered, trying to forget. Suddenly she became aware of a sound, like someone breathing. Fear gripped her and her heart raced; the sound was too close to be someone from another bed. She snapped her eyes open, and screamed at what she saw. "Shhh!" Draco said fiercely, quickly shoving his hand over her mouth. Hermione's first thought was,::: he's back to rape me again!::: but something in his eyes silenced her. He was a wreck. His face was thin, his hair ragged, his eyes where bottomless pools of misery. "What are you doing here?" she hissed, after finding her tongue. "I..." his voice faltered, and he swallowed, though his voice came out hoarse, "I just wanted to tell you.. I am so sorry for what I did to you. It haunts every second of my waking hours, and at night I have nightmares about it.." When she didn't reply, he continued, "I was drunk, I wasn't thinking straight."
"So that makes it alright?" Hermione whispered ferociously, rage welling up inside her. At that, to Hermione's surprise, Draco burst into tears, and covered his face with his hands. Hermione's rage died, and she stared with shock, having trouble believing this poor excuse for a wizard was once cocky Draco Malfoy, who seemed to care for no one but himself. She knew she had to say something, so she said, with as much sensitivity as she could muster, "Stop crying Malfoy, Madame Pomfrey will hear you," As if on cue, hurried footsteps could be heard approaching. Draco's eyes filled with fear, and Hermione instinctively took charge. "Quick! Go! Get out!" she spat. Malfoy looked at her with pleading eyes, "I'm so sorry, please forgive me.."
"Go!!" she hissed. The footsteps were getting louder and closer by the second. Malfoy climbed silently to the window like a cat. He lingered at the windowsill for a millisecond, and gave her mournful look as if he had wanted to say more, before disappearing into the dark of night. That was the last anyone saw of Draco Malfoy again.