Rain of Tears
Chapter 9
Midnight Tears of Confession
Hermione and Draco had become inseparable. First, they had convinced Dobby to bring them lunch to their common room for dinner every night. Next, whenever they had the same class they would walk to it together, being very careful, though, not to be seen.
Draco had told Hermione how he thought everyone would be so shocked if they went to the Christmas Ball together. Hermione had thought it would be a wonderful idea and agreed to not be seen with Draco until the Ball.
Hermione was doing her homework in the common room after she had given Draco his lesson. His grade had gone up, but she doubted if he had ever really needed any help, seeing that since their lesson, he almost never paid attention.
Hermione was about finished when she heard someone screaming, "Stop! Stop! You're going to kill her, Stop! Stop!" Hermione knew whom the screams, this wasn't the first time it had happened. For the past weeks Draco had been having nightmares of someone. Hermione had asked him about it but he wouldn't tell her.
Hermione made her way to his room and walked in. Draco lay in bed, his blankets pillows and sheets on the floor. He was twisting and turning, and his hair was soaked in sweat. Hermione shook him until he finally awoke. He sat up on the bed and opened his sliver eyes; tears began dripping down his cheek. He turned to Hermione. "Oh Draco," said Hermione once she saw the tears in his eyes.
She brushed his wet hair away from his face as he said, "She's dead. She's dead." Hermione embraced him. "Lucius, he killed her, she's dead, and she haunts me."
"Who does?" Hermione finally asked. But Draco couldn't talk since he was sobbing so much. Hermione pulled out her wand and formed a cup of water with sugar into her hand. " Here, drink this," she said handing him the cup.
Draco drank without question. She kept on brushing his hair, as he lay back down. Hermione waited until he was calm before asking him again. "Draco, what happened?"
Draco sat up, tears in his eye making them look like glass. "Last summer, I'm not sure what happened to much because I have reason to believe that he tried to erase that day from my memories. However, I have flashes from of it."
"Well, what do you remember?" asked Hermione.
Tears began to drip down his cheek again. "I don't remember why he did it, but I remember she had done something he didn't like. He kept on hitting her and slapping her. I remember her cries for help." He closed his eyes as if he were in great pain. "I tried to help her but he binded me to the wall. Then all I remember was this loud scream and a lot of green light."
"What about her funeral?"
Draco looked at his hand in which he had been fiddling with the whole time he had been telling his tale. "Her funeral I remember perfectly. How I hadn't gotten pieces of my memories back, I believed the crackpot story my father told me. He said that she had fallen down the stairs at night and that he had found her dead in the mourning."
"I never believed my father was a good man," said Draco now looking up at Hermione. "Nor did I believe what he did in the past was right. But my mother convinced me that he was. She often said that if he weren't a good person, she wouldn't have married him. So sometimes he would ask me to do things an many times I wouldn't want to, but my mother would say do it for her, and I would. Once she died I saw no point in being the way I was. I had only done those things to please her and she seemed pleased when my father was pleased."
"Why don't you use a dreamless sleeping potion?" Asked Hermione.
"I did while I was at home, but then I discovered that the potion doesn't allow you to get over it while your on it. So as soon as I got back to Hogwarts I stopped using it. I didn't want to be on dreamless potions all my life. She haunts me Hermione and I hate it! I hate it! I wish she would go away."
He laid his head on her lap, his tears dripping down onto her PJ's as she gently brushed his hair.
AN: Sorry it so short I hope you liked this chapter it's defiantly not one of my favorites. Well please R&R.
Chapter 9
Midnight Tears of Confession
Hermione and Draco had become inseparable. First, they had convinced Dobby to bring them lunch to their common room for dinner every night. Next, whenever they had the same class they would walk to it together, being very careful, though, not to be seen.
Draco had told Hermione how he thought everyone would be so shocked if they went to the Christmas Ball together. Hermione had thought it would be a wonderful idea and agreed to not be seen with Draco until the Ball.
Hermione was doing her homework in the common room after she had given Draco his lesson. His grade had gone up, but she doubted if he had ever really needed any help, seeing that since their lesson, he almost never paid attention.
Hermione was about finished when she heard someone screaming, "Stop! Stop! You're going to kill her, Stop! Stop!" Hermione knew whom the screams, this wasn't the first time it had happened. For the past weeks Draco had been having nightmares of someone. Hermione had asked him about it but he wouldn't tell her.
Hermione made her way to his room and walked in. Draco lay in bed, his blankets pillows and sheets on the floor. He was twisting and turning, and his hair was soaked in sweat. Hermione shook him until he finally awoke. He sat up on the bed and opened his sliver eyes; tears began dripping down his cheek. He turned to Hermione. "Oh Draco," said Hermione once she saw the tears in his eyes.
She brushed his wet hair away from his face as he said, "She's dead. She's dead." Hermione embraced him. "Lucius, he killed her, she's dead, and she haunts me."
"Who does?" Hermione finally asked. But Draco couldn't talk since he was sobbing so much. Hermione pulled out her wand and formed a cup of water with sugar into her hand. " Here, drink this," she said handing him the cup.
Draco drank without question. She kept on brushing his hair, as he lay back down. Hermione waited until he was calm before asking him again. "Draco, what happened?"
Draco sat up, tears in his eye making them look like glass. "Last summer, I'm not sure what happened to much because I have reason to believe that he tried to erase that day from my memories. However, I have flashes from of it."
"Well, what do you remember?" asked Hermione.
Tears began to drip down his cheek again. "I don't remember why he did it, but I remember she had done something he didn't like. He kept on hitting her and slapping her. I remember her cries for help." He closed his eyes as if he were in great pain. "I tried to help her but he binded me to the wall. Then all I remember was this loud scream and a lot of green light."
"What about her funeral?"
Draco looked at his hand in which he had been fiddling with the whole time he had been telling his tale. "Her funeral I remember perfectly. How I hadn't gotten pieces of my memories back, I believed the crackpot story my father told me. He said that she had fallen down the stairs at night and that he had found her dead in the mourning."
"I never believed my father was a good man," said Draco now looking up at Hermione. "Nor did I believe what he did in the past was right. But my mother convinced me that he was. She often said that if he weren't a good person, she wouldn't have married him. So sometimes he would ask me to do things an many times I wouldn't want to, but my mother would say do it for her, and I would. Once she died I saw no point in being the way I was. I had only done those things to please her and she seemed pleased when my father was pleased."
"Why don't you use a dreamless sleeping potion?" Asked Hermione.
"I did while I was at home, but then I discovered that the potion doesn't allow you to get over it while your on it. So as soon as I got back to Hogwarts I stopped using it. I didn't want to be on dreamless potions all my life. She haunts me Hermione and I hate it! I hate it! I wish she would go away."
He laid his head on her lap, his tears dripping down onto her PJ's as she gently brushed his hair.
AN: Sorry it so short I hope you liked this chapter it's defiantly not one of my favorites. Well please R&R.