Broken Hearted
Hey guys sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up, but I hope you'll like it!! I'm giving a more in-depth look into Draco's world in some of this!!! Love you guys!!
Hermione's screams echoed through the halls of Hogwarts. She looked around her room aghast. Her bedroom had been ripped apart, top to bottom. Her clothes were stained with ink and many were shredded as were her bedclothes. Her eyes filled with tears to see all of her valuables smashed, pictures that had been torn in two. Hermione sank to her knees sobbing, heartbroken. She pulled her knees to her chest and rocked back and forth. It was only then did she hear the faint dripping coming from her bathroom. Horror and fear gripped her and forced her to rise. She walked slowly to her bathroom door and pushed it open. She flicked on the light and screamed at what she saw. Falling in a dead faint, she hit the carpeted floor with a soft thud.
Harry and Eric exchanged satisfied smirks and went their separate ways down the hall. A pang of guilt hit Harry as he reached the Portrait of the Fat Lady. Gryffindors were supposed to be loyal and honorable, his conscience screamed. He pushed the though away telling himself she had brought it on herself, that it was her fault. He cleared his mind and sat down to begin on his very neglected homework.
Eric followed the hall to the grounds outside for some much needed fresh air. His mind kept replaying everything he and Harry had devised. He held no regret for what he had done. It wasn't in his character to feel such things. He sat on a nearby bench and put his feet up, so he was stretched out. He closed his eyes feeling the coolness of the setting sun caress his trim form. He sighed contentedly, thinking of the things to come.
Draco wandered the halls of Hogwarts looking for nothing or no one in particular. He was thinking about Hermione. Hermione and their relationship. He was thinking she might possibly be the only woman he'd ever loved, besides his mother. In his mind, he was comparing the two. Both were ,or had been, kind, loving wonderful creatures who lit up his dark life. He smirked to think how almost no one had known his mother. Away from his father she had been warm and caring, not obsessed with wealth and family title. No it had all been an act. An act to cover up and protect herself. Draco knew his mother had never loved his father, she'd told him that.
Yet, she'd loved Draco. She had coddled and spoiled her beloved son. She'd cried rivers of tears for him when his father would beat him. It was she would had soothed away his fears when he was a child and his father screamed horrors at him that would have made a grown man cry for his mother. It was Narcissa Malfoy who had gotten on her knees and begged Lucuis not to make Draco become a Death Eater.
Unbidden tears came to his eyes as he remembered how badly his father had hit her. Hit her with fists and spells and left her a heap on the floor. Draco had hidden in the shadows until his father had gone. He'd gathered her up in his arms as she had done so many times before. He had seen to it she was doctored and put to bed by Daisy the house elf. He'd lain by her side until she was asleep, before he went to receive his Dark Mark.
Tears leaked down his pale face remembering how she'd died in his arm in the last battle. She had shed not a tear, but held on to what little pride she had and looke don her son with love and adoration as life slipped away from her. Her parting words of I'll be watching over you still haunted his dreams. Surely she'd been watching over him and had sent him his angel, his Hermione o him. He believed it with all his heart and soul. He'd lost one angel only to gain another. He sighed ad wiped away his tears to go and find her. He needed to feel her in his arms, to hold and kiss her. He took comfort in knowing she would be there for him.
He took off down the hallway, taking a shortcut here and there until he reached her doorway. He spoke the password and walked in. He cried out in anger at what he saw. The room had been torn apart. Anger and malice blinded him as the knowledge of who had done this hit him: Eric would pay.
A light to his left caught his eye. He saw a frail figure lying lifelessly in the doorway. Terror struck him as he flew to the doorway an scooped up the unconscious form of Hermione. Tears slid down his face as he frantically tried to rouse her. Her eyes fluttered and half-opened. Draco let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding.
"I was so worried you were dead." He said in a strangled voice. He kissed her softly and caught sight of the horror hanging from the ceiling. He quickly looked to his lover, who was still recovering and surmising what had happened he lifted her and carried her away to his own rooms.
Hey guys sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up, but I hope you'll like it!! I'm giving a more in-depth look into Draco's world in some of this!!! Love you guys!!
Hermione's screams echoed through the halls of Hogwarts. She looked around her room aghast. Her bedroom had been ripped apart, top to bottom. Her clothes were stained with ink and many were shredded as were her bedclothes. Her eyes filled with tears to see all of her valuables smashed, pictures that had been torn in two. Hermione sank to her knees sobbing, heartbroken. She pulled her knees to her chest and rocked back and forth. It was only then did she hear the faint dripping coming from her bathroom. Horror and fear gripped her and forced her to rise. She walked slowly to her bathroom door and pushed it open. She flicked on the light and screamed at what she saw. Falling in a dead faint, she hit the carpeted floor with a soft thud.
Harry and Eric exchanged satisfied smirks and went their separate ways down the hall. A pang of guilt hit Harry as he reached the Portrait of the Fat Lady. Gryffindors were supposed to be loyal and honorable, his conscience screamed. He pushed the though away telling himself she had brought it on herself, that it was her fault. He cleared his mind and sat down to begin on his very neglected homework.
Eric followed the hall to the grounds outside for some much needed fresh air. His mind kept replaying everything he and Harry had devised. He held no regret for what he had done. It wasn't in his character to feel such things. He sat on a nearby bench and put his feet up, so he was stretched out. He closed his eyes feeling the coolness of the setting sun caress his trim form. He sighed contentedly, thinking of the things to come.
Draco wandered the halls of Hogwarts looking for nothing or no one in particular. He was thinking about Hermione. Hermione and their relationship. He was thinking she might possibly be the only woman he'd ever loved, besides his mother. In his mind, he was comparing the two. Both were ,or had been, kind, loving wonderful creatures who lit up his dark life. He smirked to think how almost no one had known his mother. Away from his father she had been warm and caring, not obsessed with wealth and family title. No it had all been an act. An act to cover up and protect herself. Draco knew his mother had never loved his father, she'd told him that.
Yet, she'd loved Draco. She had coddled and spoiled her beloved son. She'd cried rivers of tears for him when his father would beat him. It was she would had soothed away his fears when he was a child and his father screamed horrors at him that would have made a grown man cry for his mother. It was Narcissa Malfoy who had gotten on her knees and begged Lucuis not to make Draco become a Death Eater.
Unbidden tears came to his eyes as he remembered how badly his father had hit her. Hit her with fists and spells and left her a heap on the floor. Draco had hidden in the shadows until his father had gone. He'd gathered her up in his arms as she had done so many times before. He had seen to it she was doctored and put to bed by Daisy the house elf. He'd lain by her side until she was asleep, before he went to receive his Dark Mark.
Tears leaked down his pale face remembering how she'd died in his arm in the last battle. She had shed not a tear, but held on to what little pride she had and looke don her son with love and adoration as life slipped away from her. Her parting words of I'll be watching over you still haunted his dreams. Surely she'd been watching over him and had sent him his angel, his Hermione o him. He believed it with all his heart and soul. He'd lost one angel only to gain another. He sighed ad wiped away his tears to go and find her. He needed to feel her in his arms, to hold and kiss her. He took comfort in knowing she would be there for him.
He took off down the hallway, taking a shortcut here and there until he reached her doorway. He spoke the password and walked in. He cried out in anger at what he saw. The room had been torn apart. Anger and malice blinded him as the knowledge of who had done this hit him: Eric would pay.
A light to his left caught his eye. He saw a frail figure lying lifelessly in the doorway. Terror struck him as he flew to the doorway an scooped up the unconscious form of Hermione. Tears slid down his face as he frantically tried to rouse her. Her eyes fluttered and half-opened. Draco let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding.
"I was so worried you were dead." He said in a strangled voice. He kissed her softly and caught sight of the horror hanging from the ceiling. He quickly looked to his lover, who was still recovering and surmising what had happened he lifted her and carried her away to his own rooms.