Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, But I wish I owned Draco ~drool~
AN: Thank you sooo much for everyone who reviewed. I only got six but when I saw them I was like totally spazing! I'm a first time writer but a long time reader. Everything I've learned, I've learned from the best. I'm really glad that you all like it. Please keep reviewing. It keeps me so inspired! And remember: Peace and hot monkey lovin' are the best things in life!
".Matthew Cunningham!" Dumbledore announced.
All color drained form Hermione's face. She felt herself weakening and the blackness pinching in at the edges of her eyes, trying consume her. The floor seemed to be speeding towards her and the last thought that raced through her mind was "Not again, please not again."
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Draco Malfoy sat beside Hermione's bed watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest. He didn't know why he was there, but he felt some sort of obligation to be by her side. He supposed it was because she had the courage to come to him with the truce. He knew her wasn't the most pleasant person to talk to, but he tried it anyway. Professor McGonagall had come in to check on her when she had found him there. Eyeing him up and down she had allowed him to stay, but threatened him with three months of detention if anything was to happen to her. He had just rolled his eyes.
So, to pass the time, Draco sat and thought about his life and all the trials he had been put through and witnessed. Lucius Malfoy. How he had always wanted to be just like him. As a child, he would follow his father everywhere he could. Talking like him, dressing like him and even to the extent of eating everything that his father ate. Draco thought that his life would end up like his father's. He would be powerful, strong, and everyone who met him would bow down to him because of his Malfoy name. But at the age of 15, he began to wonder, to what extent of pain and suffering must he cause people to get that position in life? He had seen the torture people were put through in his own house, the screaming and moaning still resounding in his mind. Was there not another way? He had asked his father this one summer evening, and that night he received the most brutal beating in his life.
Inches from death, his mother had found him and nursed him back to health. Lucius being the backward, old-fashioned man that he was did not believe that a respectable woman of her status should be allowed to practice magic. Her husband was to be responsible all of those matters. For that reason, Draco's healing time was lengthy and had to be accomplished through the muggle way. He loved his mother dearly; she was the only one who remotely understood him. At night he cried himself to sleep as he heard his mothers screams of pain drift up from the dungeons. Narcissa Malfoy was a beautiful woman with flowing blonde hair and bright gray eyes. But over the years, those bright eyes had been dulled and her sprit broken by the man she had thought loved her. The only thing that kept her going was her son Draco, the hope that he would not turn out like his father and he one day would find someone to love him and he her. Suddenly a soft groan jerked him from his thoughts and he glanced around trying to find to find the source of the noise, eyes finally resting on Hermione.
Hermione's eyes slowly fluttered open and she gazed bleary eyed at her surroundings. She couldn't figure out where she was or what she was doing laying down. All she knew was aware of two was sliver-blue eyes gazing down at her calmly. Finally piecing two and two together, she realized that it was Draco and she was in bed in her room. Remembering what had caused her to black out in the first place, she closed her eyes once again and began to shake.
'What is he doing here? How could she not have noticed him before? Oh dear God, what am I going to do? I can't let anyone find out, no one at all. If they did.the humiliation would be unbearable. No, don't cry. Pull yourself together.' Heaving herself out of her thoughts, she once again recalled that Draco was in the room.
"Malf.Draco?" she croaked. Her throat was rather parched and it hurt to talk. She reached over to her nightstand and began to a sip some water from the glass a house elf had placed there.
"Yeah?" he smirked sitting back in the chair that he had pulled from her desk.
"What exactly are you doing here?" She asked her eyes wide frightened. This was Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts' notorious Price of Ice and ruler everything that was evil. Just because they had made a truce this morning did not mean that they were friends of any sort, now merely acquaintances that happened to live together.
Sensing she was rather terrified, he smirked and decided to play with her mind a bit. "What am I doing here? Oh I don't know Hermione. Maybe I'm here to cheat off of you for potions, but that would make any sense because the school year hasn't even started. Maybe I'm here because I want to use you to get information on Potter. Maybe Hermione, just maybe I'm here because I'd like to take advantage of that sweet petite body of yours." He whispered, getting closer and closer to her face. Placing his muscled arms on either side of her shoulders, he formed a type of cage around her.
"P-p-p-please stop. I'll do anything. I'll g-g-give you anything. J-j-just please don't do it. Don't hurt me. Not again.please" Hermione stuttered, sobbing.
Pulling back confused Draco looked at her. "'Not Again?' What do you mean? When have I ever hurt you?" Hermione curled into a tight ball and continued to cry. "Pull yourself together Granger. Geez. You really think I'd rape the likes of you?" Remembering the truce, he took a deep breath and sighed. "Look Hermione, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry or anything-"
"Please, Draco leave." Hermione whispered looking up from her fetal position on the bed.
"Hermione-"
"LEAVE!" she shouted I'm so sick of you. You're an inconsiderate bastrard who thinks of nothing but himself! How could you do that?! You have NO idea what I've been through and I'll thank you very much no to ever mention tonight to me ever again!
Taken aback, he glared at her, the maliciousness back in his eyes. "Oh don't worry Granger, you don't ever have to worry about me speaking to you again. You're not worth speaking to. Father was right, I should never associate myself with people lower that dirt." he said with a cool calm that scared her.
He stalked angrily to the door. "I had really thought you had changed Malfoy. I was willing to give you a chance, to put all of these stupid house rivalries behind use and start over. Maybe even be friends. But no, you had to go and screw it all up by being the jerk you are.
"Oh screw your self Granger!" he yelled as he slammed the door.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, But I wish I owned Draco ~drool~
AN: Thank you sooo much for everyone who reviewed. I only got six but when I saw them I was like totally spazing! I'm a first time writer but a long time reader. Everything I've learned, I've learned from the best. I'm really glad that you all like it. Please keep reviewing. It keeps me so inspired! And remember: Peace and hot monkey lovin' are the best things in life!
".Matthew Cunningham!" Dumbledore announced.
All color drained form Hermione's face. She felt herself weakening and the blackness pinching in at the edges of her eyes, trying consume her. The floor seemed to be speeding towards her and the last thought that raced through her mind was "Not again, please not again."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco Malfoy sat beside Hermione's bed watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest. He didn't know why he was there, but he felt some sort of obligation to be by her side. He supposed it was because she had the courage to come to him with the truce. He knew her wasn't the most pleasant person to talk to, but he tried it anyway. Professor McGonagall had come in to check on her when she had found him there. Eyeing him up and down she had allowed him to stay, but threatened him with three months of detention if anything was to happen to her. He had just rolled his eyes.
So, to pass the time, Draco sat and thought about his life and all the trials he had been put through and witnessed. Lucius Malfoy. How he had always wanted to be just like him. As a child, he would follow his father everywhere he could. Talking like him, dressing like him and even to the extent of eating everything that his father ate. Draco thought that his life would end up like his father's. He would be powerful, strong, and everyone who met him would bow down to him because of his Malfoy name. But at the age of 15, he began to wonder, to what extent of pain and suffering must he cause people to get that position in life? He had seen the torture people were put through in his own house, the screaming and moaning still resounding in his mind. Was there not another way? He had asked his father this one summer evening, and that night he received the most brutal beating in his life.
Inches from death, his mother had found him and nursed him back to health. Lucius being the backward, old-fashioned man that he was did not believe that a respectable woman of her status should be allowed to practice magic. Her husband was to be responsible all of those matters. For that reason, Draco's healing time was lengthy and had to be accomplished through the muggle way. He loved his mother dearly; she was the only one who remotely understood him. At night he cried himself to sleep as he heard his mothers screams of pain drift up from the dungeons. Narcissa Malfoy was a beautiful woman with flowing blonde hair and bright gray eyes. But over the years, those bright eyes had been dulled and her sprit broken by the man she had thought loved her. The only thing that kept her going was her son Draco, the hope that he would not turn out like his father and he one day would find someone to love him and he her. Suddenly a soft groan jerked him from his thoughts and he glanced around trying to find to find the source of the noise, eyes finally resting on Hermione.
Hermione's eyes slowly fluttered open and she gazed bleary eyed at her surroundings. She couldn't figure out where she was or what she was doing laying down. All she knew was aware of two was sliver-blue eyes gazing down at her calmly. Finally piecing two and two together, she realized that it was Draco and she was in bed in her room. Remembering what had caused her to black out in the first place, she closed her eyes once again and began to shake.
'What is he doing here? How could she not have noticed him before? Oh dear God, what am I going to do? I can't let anyone find out, no one at all. If they did.the humiliation would be unbearable. No, don't cry. Pull yourself together.' Heaving herself out of her thoughts, she once again recalled that Draco was in the room.
"Malf.Draco?" she croaked. Her throat was rather parched and it hurt to talk. She reached over to her nightstand and began to a sip some water from the glass a house elf had placed there.
"Yeah?" he smirked sitting back in the chair that he had pulled from her desk.
"What exactly are you doing here?" She asked her eyes wide frightened. This was Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts' notorious Price of Ice and ruler everything that was evil. Just because they had made a truce this morning did not mean that they were friends of any sort, now merely acquaintances that happened to live together.
Sensing she was rather terrified, he smirked and decided to play with her mind a bit. "What am I doing here? Oh I don't know Hermione. Maybe I'm here to cheat off of you for potions, but that would make any sense because the school year hasn't even started. Maybe I'm here because I want to use you to get information on Potter. Maybe Hermione, just maybe I'm here because I'd like to take advantage of that sweet petite body of yours." He whispered, getting closer and closer to her face. Placing his muscled arms on either side of her shoulders, he formed a type of cage around her.
"P-p-p-please stop. I'll do anything. I'll g-g-give you anything. J-j-just please don't do it. Don't hurt me. Not again.please" Hermione stuttered, sobbing.
Pulling back confused Draco looked at her. "'Not Again?' What do you mean? When have I ever hurt you?" Hermione curled into a tight ball and continued to cry. "Pull yourself together Granger. Geez. You really think I'd rape the likes of you?" Remembering the truce, he took a deep breath and sighed. "Look Hermione, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry or anything-"
"Please, Draco leave." Hermione whispered looking up from her fetal position on the bed.
"Hermione-"
"LEAVE!" she shouted I'm so sick of you. You're an inconsiderate bastrard who thinks of nothing but himself! How could you do that?! You have NO idea what I've been through and I'll thank you very much no to ever mention tonight to me ever again!
Taken aback, he glared at her, the maliciousness back in his eyes. "Oh don't worry Granger, you don't ever have to worry about me speaking to you again. You're not worth speaking to. Father was right, I should never associate myself with people lower that dirt." he said with a cool calm that scared her.
He stalked angrily to the door. "I had really thought you had changed Malfoy. I was willing to give you a chance, to put all of these stupid house rivalries behind use and start over. Maybe even be friends. But no, you had to go and screw it all up by being the jerk you are.
"Oh screw your self Granger!" he yelled as he slammed the door.