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Ch.5 "Relating to Draco"
Hermione had thought a lot about what she had said to Draco. She felt bad about it . . . she wanted to say sorry but he was ignoring her the whole day. She knew that she deserved it, he was right . . . he just did not want to admit that she was wrong. She needed to say sorry to him, now.
She found him in the living room ((I do not know what it is called)) sitting on one of the big black couches, reading a big, old, worn out book.
"M-Malfoy?" Hermione asked.
Draco peered over his book "Yea?" he asked.
Hermione walked over to where he was sitting and sat down next to him. Her eyes filled up with tears, and she began crying.
Draco brought her into him and held her tightly. He knew what she was trying to say; he knew that she wanted help, and that she was sorry for saying all those things.
"Hermione, it's all right," Draco whispered.
Hermione looked up at Draco with her red puffy eyes.
"Y-you called m-me Her-Her-Hermione" she sniffed "You n-never c-call me Hermione"
"I know" he replied.
"Draco, I need h-help, you were r-right," she said cried "I don't want to die like this, not now, not like this!" Hermione wailed and buried her face in Draco's chest.
They sat in silence for what seemed like hours. Draco was just holding a quivering Hermione, and soon she fell asleep in his arms.
*~*~*
"Hermione" Draco whispered in her ear, "Breakfast is ready" he poked her arm softly.
"No, let me . . . sleep-five more minutes," she grumbled.
"Get up Hermione" Draco said.
"Fine." Hermione sighed and slowly got up, letting the fluffy green blanket Draco put on her fall to the floor. She slowly made her way to the table and sat down, holding her head in her hands.
"Eat up Mione" Draco said and put a steamy plate full of eggs, bacon and toast.
"I cant eat all that Draco" Hermione whined "its too much"
"Okay . . . eat what you can then" Draco sighed and sat across from her.
Hermione ate a few bites of her eggs, one out of the three bacon strips and half of a half a piece of toast.
"Done" she said and scooted the plate away from her. She could feel the food in her stomach, sitting there, it was horrible, she was going to burst.
She got up from the table and made a run for the bathroom, but was stopped by two strong arms wrapping around her waist.
"Oh no you don't Hermione, sit down!" Draco yelled.
"No! Draco, you don't understand" Hermione yelled, squirming in his tight grip "I'm going to explode, I can feel it! I'm going to burst!" Hermione yelled again.
"Hermione! You are not going to explode!" Draco said trying to calm her down.
Hermione kept squirming around in Draco's grip, she thought she was going to explode . . . burst right then and there.
"LET GO!" she screamed
"I thought that you wanted help!" Draco yelled back.
Hermione stopped moving and just stared at Draco, his piercing pools of silver staring into her chocolate brown eyes. She didn't know what to say . . . she wanted help but, she didn't at the same time. She knew she needed it, but she thought she could do it on her own.
"I-I'm sorry" Hermione whispered, "It's really hard Draco"
"I know Mione," Draco whispered back.
Hermione looked up at Draco in confusion, how could he know that it was this hard? How could he possibly know the burden that she carried, what it felt like doing something you know was killing you, but couldn't stop.
"Come here, I need to tell you something" Draco said and led her to the couch. Hermione wanted to run to the bathroom, but the feeling in her stomach was almost gone.
"Hermione, last year . . . I was . . . into drugs" Draco confessed. "I was addicted to . . . heroin, and it got really bad. I spent so much money on it and my father contemplated on whether or not I should go to rehab or not" Draco paused and scratched his head in embarrassment "Anyways, I didn't go and, it was really hard" Draco paused and remembered the first day he tried to go without heroine.
~*~*~FlaSHbAck~*~*~
Draco was lying on his bed. He was very tense, he need to fulfill his fix . . . just one shot, that's it. his body was shaking, he needed something now, anything . . . a pill, weed, coke . . . anything to calm him down.
He hated his father for locking him up in his room with nothing. Draco moaned loudly, the searing pain in his head and stomach was getting worse. He wanted that heroin, he needed it.
Lucius burst into Draco's bedroom door and glared down at his pale, quivering son.
"You're a disgrace to all Malfoy's, you know that!?" he yelled. He pulled out a syringe with heroin in it. Draco stared at the temptation, if only he had the strength to grab it.
"Is this what you want!?" Lucius bellowed "This drug?" by now, he was waving the syringe in front of Draco's face.
"Answer me boy! Is this what you want? To be a stoner all your life!?" Lucius yelled. Draco felt a sharp pain on his cheek. Lucius Malfoy had just slapped his son.
"YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE CALLED A MALFOY! GETTING INVOLVED WITH MUGGLE DRUGS! AND NOW YOU'RE ADDICTED!" Lucius screamed "I WISH THAT YOU WERE NEVER BORN! IF I ONLY HAD A SON WHO RESPECTED THE FAMILY NAME!" and with that, Lucius turned his heel and slammed the door behind him, leaving Draco quivering in his bed. He was sweating but he was freezing. Draco's emotions were so messed up right now, he didn't know what to do.
~*~*~FlasHBAcK eNd~*~*~
"Well, lets just say that my father wasn't very helpful" Draco tried to smile, but couldn't bring himself to. "Hermione, I know what its like to have a type of addiction to something, and I know how to help you get over it"
"How did you know that I'm bulimic ((SP?))?" Hermione asked softly.
"Just look at you Mione, you're skeletal looking . . . on the train when we bumped into each other, I knew what you had just did, by the way you wiped your mouth, and you were shaking. In the Great Hall, you didn't eat anything. And I saw you run into the bathroom the first day back after you ate that candy" Draco replied.
"Oh" Hermione whispered.
"It's not healthy Hermione, you could die from this, and I don't want to see that happen" Draco said and walked to the stairs to go to his bedroom. "Mione, you should get to bed . . . its getting late"
Hermione's heart suddenly jumped for joy. For some odd reason, it was comforting to know that he really didn't want to see her die. He really wanted to help her.
Hermione thought about what Draco said about how he used to be a druggie . . . she felt sorry and relieved that she had someone to relate to. She wanted to know what his dad that was wrong . . . if only she could find out.
She knew that if she wasn't going to do something about it she would eventually get so weak, she wouldn't be able to walk . . . it might kill her, and that was the thing that turned Hermione's whole perspective on life. . . it can be taken away easily . . . just like that, and she had spent it on trying to perfect her body. Never having fun. It would be hard, but she wanted to be back to her old self again.
A/N: okay I know that the whole Draco being a druggie was a little weird, but I needed Hermione to kind of relate to someone, so if it was a bad idea, please tell me . . .
Ch.5 "Relating to Draco"
Hermione had thought a lot about what she had said to Draco. She felt bad about it . . . she wanted to say sorry but he was ignoring her the whole day. She knew that she deserved it, he was right . . . he just did not want to admit that she was wrong. She needed to say sorry to him, now.
She found him in the living room ((I do not know what it is called)) sitting on one of the big black couches, reading a big, old, worn out book.
"M-Malfoy?" Hermione asked.
Draco peered over his book "Yea?" he asked.
Hermione walked over to where he was sitting and sat down next to him. Her eyes filled up with tears, and she began crying.
Draco brought her into him and held her tightly. He knew what she was trying to say; he knew that she wanted help, and that she was sorry for saying all those things.
"Hermione, it's all right," Draco whispered.
Hermione looked up at Draco with her red puffy eyes.
"Y-you called m-me Her-Her-Hermione" she sniffed "You n-never c-call me Hermione"
"I know" he replied.
"Draco, I need h-help, you were r-right," she said cried "I don't want to die like this, not now, not like this!" Hermione wailed and buried her face in Draco's chest.
They sat in silence for what seemed like hours. Draco was just holding a quivering Hermione, and soon she fell asleep in his arms.
*~*~*
"Hermione" Draco whispered in her ear, "Breakfast is ready" he poked her arm softly.
"No, let me . . . sleep-five more minutes," she grumbled.
"Get up Hermione" Draco said.
"Fine." Hermione sighed and slowly got up, letting the fluffy green blanket Draco put on her fall to the floor. She slowly made her way to the table and sat down, holding her head in her hands.
"Eat up Mione" Draco said and put a steamy plate full of eggs, bacon and toast.
"I cant eat all that Draco" Hermione whined "its too much"
"Okay . . . eat what you can then" Draco sighed and sat across from her.
Hermione ate a few bites of her eggs, one out of the three bacon strips and half of a half a piece of toast.
"Done" she said and scooted the plate away from her. She could feel the food in her stomach, sitting there, it was horrible, she was going to burst.
She got up from the table and made a run for the bathroom, but was stopped by two strong arms wrapping around her waist.
"Oh no you don't Hermione, sit down!" Draco yelled.
"No! Draco, you don't understand" Hermione yelled, squirming in his tight grip "I'm going to explode, I can feel it! I'm going to burst!" Hermione yelled again.
"Hermione! You are not going to explode!" Draco said trying to calm her down.
Hermione kept squirming around in Draco's grip, she thought she was going to explode . . . burst right then and there.
"LET GO!" she screamed
"I thought that you wanted help!" Draco yelled back.
Hermione stopped moving and just stared at Draco, his piercing pools of silver staring into her chocolate brown eyes. She didn't know what to say . . . she wanted help but, she didn't at the same time. She knew she needed it, but she thought she could do it on her own.
"I-I'm sorry" Hermione whispered, "It's really hard Draco"
"I know Mione," Draco whispered back.
Hermione looked up at Draco in confusion, how could he know that it was this hard? How could he possibly know the burden that she carried, what it felt like doing something you know was killing you, but couldn't stop.
"Come here, I need to tell you something" Draco said and led her to the couch. Hermione wanted to run to the bathroom, but the feeling in her stomach was almost gone.
"Hermione, last year . . . I was . . . into drugs" Draco confessed. "I was addicted to . . . heroin, and it got really bad. I spent so much money on it and my father contemplated on whether or not I should go to rehab or not" Draco paused and scratched his head in embarrassment "Anyways, I didn't go and, it was really hard" Draco paused and remembered the first day he tried to go without heroine.
~*~*~FlaSHbAck~*~*~
Draco was lying on his bed. He was very tense, he need to fulfill his fix . . . just one shot, that's it. his body was shaking, he needed something now, anything . . . a pill, weed, coke . . . anything to calm him down.
He hated his father for locking him up in his room with nothing. Draco moaned loudly, the searing pain in his head and stomach was getting worse. He wanted that heroin, he needed it.
Lucius burst into Draco's bedroom door and glared down at his pale, quivering son.
"You're a disgrace to all Malfoy's, you know that!?" he yelled. He pulled out a syringe with heroin in it. Draco stared at the temptation, if only he had the strength to grab it.
"Is this what you want!?" Lucius bellowed "This drug?" by now, he was waving the syringe in front of Draco's face.
"Answer me boy! Is this what you want? To be a stoner all your life!?" Lucius yelled. Draco felt a sharp pain on his cheek. Lucius Malfoy had just slapped his son.
"YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE CALLED A MALFOY! GETTING INVOLVED WITH MUGGLE DRUGS! AND NOW YOU'RE ADDICTED!" Lucius screamed "I WISH THAT YOU WERE NEVER BORN! IF I ONLY HAD A SON WHO RESPECTED THE FAMILY NAME!" and with that, Lucius turned his heel and slammed the door behind him, leaving Draco quivering in his bed. He was sweating but he was freezing. Draco's emotions were so messed up right now, he didn't know what to do.
~*~*~FlasHBAcK eNd~*~*~
"Well, lets just say that my father wasn't very helpful" Draco tried to smile, but couldn't bring himself to. "Hermione, I know what its like to have a type of addiction to something, and I know how to help you get over it"
"How did you know that I'm bulimic ((SP?))?" Hermione asked softly.
"Just look at you Mione, you're skeletal looking . . . on the train when we bumped into each other, I knew what you had just did, by the way you wiped your mouth, and you were shaking. In the Great Hall, you didn't eat anything. And I saw you run into the bathroom the first day back after you ate that candy" Draco replied.
"Oh" Hermione whispered.
"It's not healthy Hermione, you could die from this, and I don't want to see that happen" Draco said and walked to the stairs to go to his bedroom. "Mione, you should get to bed . . . its getting late"
Hermione's heart suddenly jumped for joy. For some odd reason, it was comforting to know that he really didn't want to see her die. He really wanted to help her.
Hermione thought about what Draco said about how he used to be a druggie . . . she felt sorry and relieved that she had someone to relate to. She wanted to know what his dad that was wrong . . . if only she could find out.
She knew that if she wasn't going to do something about it she would eventually get so weak, she wouldn't be able to walk . . . it might kill her, and that was the thing that turned Hermione's whole perspective on life. . . it can be taken away easily . . . just like that, and she had spent it on trying to perfect her body. Never having fun. It would be hard, but she wanted to be back to her old self again.
A/N: okay I know that the whole Draco being a druggie was a little weird, but I needed Hermione to kind of relate to someone, so if it was a bad idea, please tell me . . .