I got out of the bathroom feeling like a new person. Ginny was there and noted that I had a nice smile. I thanked her and we headed toward the kitchen.
"Mum said that I should bring you down. All of my brothers are in and a few school mates." She said "Hermione's here, too" she added solemnly.
"Oh" I said. She's probably not my biggest fan right about now. I smirked thinking about the old days and Ginny noticed.
"Don't think about it, Draco. Hermione won't take any of that. She's gone a bit off since-". She paused and I knew why. Since I helped kill Harry. "Since after Harry died." She said.
"Don't worry, I won't" as I smiled pulling my hand through my hair. We headed down the first of two flights and I slipped falling down a few stairs. I winced in pain as Ginny helped me up. "He really gave it to you" she said quietly, slowly.
I looked into her eyes and I saw her shiver as she looked back at my pale gray eyes. I nodded and said "Please don't tell anyone." She nodded and tried to help me up. My shirt was caught and the only way to get me up was to take it off. I sighed as I slowly crept out of the shirt. I pulled to hard and the shirt stuck in the banister ripped leaving a huge whole.
Ginny gasped.
"I'll pay for it. It's no big deal" I said.
"N-n-no. You… Your... Your chest!" She said. I looked down at my bruises and shrugged. "Draco, what happened?"
"Nothing!" I snapped and pulled the shirt ripping it more. God dammit, I thought. You'd think she'd get it by now.
I pulled the shirt on. It showed the bruise below my ribs and the scar up above my bellybutton, where father poked his cane too hard and broke the skin. I didn't care. I didn't want anyone gawking at me. I flew down the steps with Ginny following.
"Wait, I didn't mean anything!" I turned around.
"Ginny, just forget it! Forget it! I'm fine, nothing happened" I said.
"But—" Ginny said.
"Forget it." I looked sternly at her gritting my teeth. She nodded.
We finally came down and I saw all of her brothers. I think they all knew in a way what happened to me. They stared at my bruises and crinkled their red eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and headed into the kitchen saying a quick hello.
"Mrs. Weasle—" I stopped as Hermione turned around. My first reaction was to say "Holy Shit" but that might be a little offensive. She wore pure black, silk robes and had her once frizzy mangled hair into tight crisp curls highlighting her eyes which were presently drawn to my bruises. I quickly covered them up. "Mrs. Weasley, um… the shirt ripped. I'll have it tailored." I said. "I'll call right now, if you want."
"It's alright, Draco" she said." Repairio" The shirt fixed itself and I was pleased. I forgot there was a thing called magic.
"Hello" Hermione said with a tinge of hatred.
I nodded a hello.
Most of the family wanted to open presents and I didn't want to intrude so I headed outback.
Outside
Hermione soon came out with a coat for me. I held it not putting it on. I was used to this cold. It was my only friend for months. I sighed.
"I want to talk to you" she said. I nodded.
"Look, I was different back then. I did follow the Dark Lord and I did want Harry dead." She looked at me with tears in hear eyes. I wanted to dry them but that's not like me. "I've changed, though. Believe me I could change the past, he'd be alive."
She wiped her eyes. "Really?" She looked at me questioning glance.
"I can't really explain it all, but my life and I know the Weasley's would be a lot better."
"That's not why I wanted to talk to you, though." She said. "Here." She stuffed a little package in my hand. It was about the size of my hand and was square. "What's this?"
"A present." She said as she turned to head in. "I heard you needed them" she said as she smiled and went through the door way leaving me there to think about what just took place.
"Mum said that I should bring you down. All of my brothers are in and a few school mates." She said "Hermione's here, too" she added solemnly.
"Oh" I said. She's probably not my biggest fan right about now. I smirked thinking about the old days and Ginny noticed.
"Don't think about it, Draco. Hermione won't take any of that. She's gone a bit off since-". She paused and I knew why. Since I helped kill Harry. "Since after Harry died." She said.
"Don't worry, I won't" as I smiled pulling my hand through my hair. We headed down the first of two flights and I slipped falling down a few stairs. I winced in pain as Ginny helped me up. "He really gave it to you" she said quietly, slowly.
I looked into her eyes and I saw her shiver as she looked back at my pale gray eyes. I nodded and said "Please don't tell anyone." She nodded and tried to help me up. My shirt was caught and the only way to get me up was to take it off. I sighed as I slowly crept out of the shirt. I pulled to hard and the shirt stuck in the banister ripped leaving a huge whole.
Ginny gasped.
"I'll pay for it. It's no big deal" I said.
"N-n-no. You… Your... Your chest!" She said. I looked down at my bruises and shrugged. "Draco, what happened?"
"Nothing!" I snapped and pulled the shirt ripping it more. God dammit, I thought. You'd think she'd get it by now.
I pulled the shirt on. It showed the bruise below my ribs and the scar up above my bellybutton, where father poked his cane too hard and broke the skin. I didn't care. I didn't want anyone gawking at me. I flew down the steps with Ginny following.
"Wait, I didn't mean anything!" I turned around.
"Ginny, just forget it! Forget it! I'm fine, nothing happened" I said.
"But—" Ginny said.
"Forget it." I looked sternly at her gritting my teeth. She nodded.
We finally came down and I saw all of her brothers. I think they all knew in a way what happened to me. They stared at my bruises and crinkled their red eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and headed into the kitchen saying a quick hello.
"Mrs. Weasle—" I stopped as Hermione turned around. My first reaction was to say "Holy Shit" but that might be a little offensive. She wore pure black, silk robes and had her once frizzy mangled hair into tight crisp curls highlighting her eyes which were presently drawn to my bruises. I quickly covered them up. "Mrs. Weasley, um… the shirt ripped. I'll have it tailored." I said. "I'll call right now, if you want."
"It's alright, Draco" she said." Repairio" The shirt fixed itself and I was pleased. I forgot there was a thing called magic.
"Hello" Hermione said with a tinge of hatred.
I nodded a hello.
Most of the family wanted to open presents and I didn't want to intrude so I headed outback.
Outside
Hermione soon came out with a coat for me. I held it not putting it on. I was used to this cold. It was my only friend for months. I sighed.
"I want to talk to you" she said. I nodded.
"Look, I was different back then. I did follow the Dark Lord and I did want Harry dead." She looked at me with tears in hear eyes. I wanted to dry them but that's not like me. "I've changed, though. Believe me I could change the past, he'd be alive."
She wiped her eyes. "Really?" She looked at me questioning glance.
"I can't really explain it all, but my life and I know the Weasley's would be a lot better."
"That's not why I wanted to talk to you, though." She said. "Here." She stuffed a little package in my hand. It was about the size of my hand and was square. "What's this?"
"A present." She said as she turned to head in. "I heard you needed them" she said as she smiled and went through the door way leaving me there to think about what just took place.