Draco
After I woke up, I decided to leave home. I only stayed for my mother. I walked downstairs. My father came up to me. "Will you be a death eater?" It was more like a statement than a question. "No." "What did you say" He got ready to beat me, so I ran. He screamed after me, "Then, Draco Malfoy, I now disown you. You are no longer a Malfoy." "I don't care," I screamed back. I grabbed my trunk with all my Hogwarts supplies and ran out the door. What point was there to stay at Malfoy manor? Just to get abused. Even though the strong Draco on the outside could handle the physical pain, mentally, I was breaking up. My mother is dead. The one person in the world who meant something to me is dead. I ran out the door. My father yelled behind me," don't expect to come back. I never want too see your face again. Trust me, you'll be dead soon enough anyway. hahahahahahah." Then he cackled evilly. Even if I escape, it is impossible to find happiness. My father is trying to kill me too. I am a dead Malfoy/not. Not a Malfoy anymore. Just Draco.
I walked down a muggle street in the middle of nowhere. My whole body ached from the beatings I received from my father before I left. I can't go on much longer. I needed someplace to go. I have no muggle money. People are staring at me because I am not wearing muggle clothes. I don't know where I'm going. I need food. Where do I find shelter? Life stinks. I turn around. Then I walk straight into a dead end. I'm lost. What do I do? Fuck!
I decide to knock on a muggle's door and see what happens. It's not like any muggle knows me anyway and could tell my father where I am. Maybe they could help me. I give up on my own. Malfoy pride is gone. I hate myself for being the rude arrogant person I always was. I was always rude to muggles and muggle born people. If they know me, they will knock. No one comes. I knock again. This time I hear just a second. It is a woman's voice. The door opens. It is Hermione Granger. The mudblood looks at me. She is my only choice. I look pleadingly into her eyes and manage to squeak,"Help Me' then I collapse.
Hermione
I went down for dinner. Everything was so perfect. The nice elegant table was set for three like always. My two parents didn't suspect a thing. I was feeling horrible like I had no friends and everyone hated me. "Of course, I didn't tell themselves so they didn't notice anything. I don't know how to change myself. It is impossible. I don't want to hurt my parents yet I know it is the only way is to do something dramatic to them. I looked din the mirror. My life is too perfect. I want something exciting to happen. Just then, someone knocks at our door. I got excited. Maybe something would happen that was exciting. It was probably just the mailman though.
I ran down the stairs. I head the knocking again. I say, "just a minute." I open the door. I am shocked to see Draco Malfoy standing in the doorway. His normally gelled back hair is messed up all over his face. He stands there looking tired and dead. His pale blue eyes look straight at me wanting help. He has lots of muscles and he grew a lot. I wonder how that happened in two days. He looks almost hot. No wait, he is hot. Wait, what am I saying. He was rude to me and tortured me, Harry and Ron for the whole time we were at Hogwarts. He says in barely a whisper," help me" then he collapses. What do I do? Do I help my worst enemy or do I let him stay on my doorstep. My conscience takes over. "Mom!!! Help!!!"
After I woke up, I decided to leave home. I only stayed for my mother. I walked downstairs. My father came up to me. "Will you be a death eater?" It was more like a statement than a question. "No." "What did you say" He got ready to beat me, so I ran. He screamed after me, "Then, Draco Malfoy, I now disown you. You are no longer a Malfoy." "I don't care," I screamed back. I grabbed my trunk with all my Hogwarts supplies and ran out the door. What point was there to stay at Malfoy manor? Just to get abused. Even though the strong Draco on the outside could handle the physical pain, mentally, I was breaking up. My mother is dead. The one person in the world who meant something to me is dead. I ran out the door. My father yelled behind me," don't expect to come back. I never want too see your face again. Trust me, you'll be dead soon enough anyway. hahahahahahah." Then he cackled evilly. Even if I escape, it is impossible to find happiness. My father is trying to kill me too. I am a dead Malfoy/not. Not a Malfoy anymore. Just Draco.
I walked down a muggle street in the middle of nowhere. My whole body ached from the beatings I received from my father before I left. I can't go on much longer. I needed someplace to go. I have no muggle money. People are staring at me because I am not wearing muggle clothes. I don't know where I'm going. I need food. Where do I find shelter? Life stinks. I turn around. Then I walk straight into a dead end. I'm lost. What do I do? Fuck!
I decide to knock on a muggle's door and see what happens. It's not like any muggle knows me anyway and could tell my father where I am. Maybe they could help me. I give up on my own. Malfoy pride is gone. I hate myself for being the rude arrogant person I always was. I was always rude to muggles and muggle born people. If they know me, they will knock. No one comes. I knock again. This time I hear just a second. It is a woman's voice. The door opens. It is Hermione Granger. The mudblood looks at me. She is my only choice. I look pleadingly into her eyes and manage to squeak,"Help Me' then I collapse.
Hermione
I went down for dinner. Everything was so perfect. The nice elegant table was set for three like always. My two parents didn't suspect a thing. I was feeling horrible like I had no friends and everyone hated me. "Of course, I didn't tell themselves so they didn't notice anything. I don't know how to change myself. It is impossible. I don't want to hurt my parents yet I know it is the only way is to do something dramatic to them. I looked din the mirror. My life is too perfect. I want something exciting to happen. Just then, someone knocks at our door. I got excited. Maybe something would happen that was exciting. It was probably just the mailman though.
I ran down the stairs. I head the knocking again. I say, "just a minute." I open the door. I am shocked to see Draco Malfoy standing in the doorway. His normally gelled back hair is messed up all over his face. He stands there looking tired and dead. His pale blue eyes look straight at me wanting help. He has lots of muscles and he grew a lot. I wonder how that happened in two days. He looks almost hot. No wait, he is hot. Wait, what am I saying. He was rude to me and tortured me, Harry and Ron for the whole time we were at Hogwarts. He says in barely a whisper," help me" then he collapses. What do I do? Do I help my worst enemy or do I let him stay on my doorstep. My conscience takes over. "Mom!!! Help!!!"