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Now On with the Story!
Draco and Hermione silently walked out, leaving a stunned Harry and Ron behind. The walk was not normally a long one, but with a stubborned, brusied Hermione, to Draco it almost seemed endless. She wouldn't let him help her to their common room so he had to watch her struggle down the corridor, and it pained him. He just couldn't figure out why, he was a Malfoy, and Malfoys were not suppose to have emotions, or at least that is what he was taught. Hermione didn't say a word as she slowly made trudged back to the common room. Every step made her back ache, but she didn't dare whimper in pain. She didn't need anyone to baby her, especially Draco Malfoy. Since when did he decided to care for her? was the question that kept running through her mind. It scared her to think that he cared for her, but she couldn't deny that she believed he had some sort of emotion for her because she couldn't get the memory of him gazing at her through those cool grey eyes of his with compassion and maybe no it couldn't possibley be Love. Hermione sighed as they reach the portrait hole, and Draco gave her a worried glace before he gave the password. "Lacewings", Draco said in a clear voice. The portrait swung open without a problem. Draco let Hermione enter first, helping her step into the room so that she wouldn't injure herself further.
Hermione walked a little ways into the common room, setting the jar that Madam Pomfrey gave her down on a end table and then turned to Draco."I told you, I didn't want to go to the Hospital Wing!" Hermione said raising her voice above the normal levels. "What was I suppose to do, leave you rolling in pain in your bedroom floor?" Draco said in a cool manner. "Why not?! It is what you would have done if you didn't know that I truly wasn't a Mudblood!" Hermione sneered, but then winced as she was using her arms for emphasis.
"You need to use the potion that Madam Pomfrey gave you." Draco said in a knowing manner, "and I resent that last remark I would have took you to the Hosptial Wing reguardless of what kind of blood you have."
"Hah, that is real funny, Draco." Hermione said faking a smile. "And I am not using that cream. I am going to lay down on my nice couch and go tosleep and when I wake up it will feel much better."
"If you're not going to use your medicine the least you could do is sleep in your room I am sure your bed would be much softer."Draco reasoned.
"No" Hermione said putting her arms over her chest and shaking her head.
"And why not?" Draco demanded.
"Because I am not going up those stairs." Hermione insisted.
"Like to tell me why?" Draco more or less demanded.
"No."
"Hermione!?"
"Alright, alright... it would hurt to much to climb the stairs. I probably shouldn't have walked the whole way here." Hermione said in a defeated voice, pouting.
"Now how about you tell me why you won't use the medicine?" Draco commanded.
"Cause I can't reach that part of my back." Hermione said in a smart manner, but before she knew it Draco had scooped her off her feet and the medicine, heading up the stairs for Hermione's room.
"What are you doing?!" Hermione demanded.
"Helping you." Draco stated simply as he opened her door and layed her down on her bed. "Now take your shirt off and roll onto your stomach."Draco said.
"Excuse me!?" Hermione gasped.
"You heard me," Draco said plainly. "How else am I suppose to put the medicine on?"
"Oh..." Hermione said, letting out a small sigh. She slowly sat up and turned away for draco lifting her shirt up over her head and holding her breath at the same time, waiting for Draco's reactions to the many scars that lined Hermione's back.
"Oh, Hermione, who could do this to you..." Draco whispered softly as he opened the jar that Madam Pomfrey had given to her, and quickly dipped his hand in. Getting some on his fingers, he rubbed it onto the large brusie on Hermione's back. Hermione took in a sharp breath as Draco's skilled hands rubbed in the cream. "It's okay, 'Mione, no one is ever going to hurt you again." Draco promised. It was the first promise he had ever made in his life, and one he hoped was not empty.
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Draco," Hermione said in a defeated voice. "I don't need false hope, I am shattered enough as it is."
"Hermione, do you want to tell me about it?" Draco asked softly as he began to blow on the spot that he applied the cream.
"Not really." Hermione said slowly as Draco continued to softly dry the healing mixture. "But you make me want to tell you my story, my secrets." She said softly, knowing that this was very profound. It was odd... he made her want to open up to the world.
"I'm listening, Hermione." Draco replied just as softly as he gently rolled Hermione over and put his arms around her "I'll always be here to listen if you need me." He said in a softer tone.
So Hermione opened her mouth, with an intake of air. And with that, the two sat alone. Hermione, now beginning to tell her story
Now On with the Story!
Draco and Hermione silently walked out, leaving a stunned Harry and Ron behind. The walk was not normally a long one, but with a stubborned, brusied Hermione, to Draco it almost seemed endless. She wouldn't let him help her to their common room so he had to watch her struggle down the corridor, and it pained him. He just couldn't figure out why, he was a Malfoy, and Malfoys were not suppose to have emotions, or at least that is what he was taught. Hermione didn't say a word as she slowly made trudged back to the common room. Every step made her back ache, but she didn't dare whimper in pain. She didn't need anyone to baby her, especially Draco Malfoy. Since when did he decided to care for her? was the question that kept running through her mind. It scared her to think that he cared for her, but she couldn't deny that she believed he had some sort of emotion for her because she couldn't get the memory of him gazing at her through those cool grey eyes of his with compassion and maybe no it couldn't possibley be Love. Hermione sighed as they reach the portrait hole, and Draco gave her a worried glace before he gave the password. "Lacewings", Draco said in a clear voice. The portrait swung open without a problem. Draco let Hermione enter first, helping her step into the room so that she wouldn't injure herself further.
Hermione walked a little ways into the common room, setting the jar that Madam Pomfrey gave her down on a end table and then turned to Draco."I told you, I didn't want to go to the Hospital Wing!" Hermione said raising her voice above the normal levels. "What was I suppose to do, leave you rolling in pain in your bedroom floor?" Draco said in a cool manner. "Why not?! It is what you would have done if you didn't know that I truly wasn't a Mudblood!" Hermione sneered, but then winced as she was using her arms for emphasis.
"You need to use the potion that Madam Pomfrey gave you." Draco said in a knowing manner, "and I resent that last remark I would have took you to the Hosptial Wing reguardless of what kind of blood you have."
"Hah, that is real funny, Draco." Hermione said faking a smile. "And I am not using that cream. I am going to lay down on my nice couch and go tosleep and when I wake up it will feel much better."
"If you're not going to use your medicine the least you could do is sleep in your room I am sure your bed would be much softer."Draco reasoned.
"No" Hermione said putting her arms over her chest and shaking her head.
"And why not?" Draco demanded.
"Because I am not going up those stairs." Hermione insisted.
"Like to tell me why?" Draco more or less demanded.
"No."
"Hermione!?"
"Alright, alright... it would hurt to much to climb the stairs. I probably shouldn't have walked the whole way here." Hermione said in a defeated voice, pouting.
"Now how about you tell me why you won't use the medicine?" Draco commanded.
"Cause I can't reach that part of my back." Hermione said in a smart manner, but before she knew it Draco had scooped her off her feet and the medicine, heading up the stairs for Hermione's room.
"What are you doing?!" Hermione demanded.
"Helping you." Draco stated simply as he opened her door and layed her down on her bed. "Now take your shirt off and roll onto your stomach."Draco said.
"Excuse me!?" Hermione gasped.
"You heard me," Draco said plainly. "How else am I suppose to put the medicine on?"
"Oh..." Hermione said, letting out a small sigh. She slowly sat up and turned away for draco lifting her shirt up over her head and holding her breath at the same time, waiting for Draco's reactions to the many scars that lined Hermione's back.
"Oh, Hermione, who could do this to you..." Draco whispered softly as he opened the jar that Madam Pomfrey had given to her, and quickly dipped his hand in. Getting some on his fingers, he rubbed it onto the large brusie on Hermione's back. Hermione took in a sharp breath as Draco's skilled hands rubbed in the cream. "It's okay, 'Mione, no one is ever going to hurt you again." Draco promised. It was the first promise he had ever made in his life, and one he hoped was not empty.
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Draco," Hermione said in a defeated voice. "I don't need false hope, I am shattered enough as it is."
"Hermione, do you want to tell me about it?" Draco asked softly as he began to blow on the spot that he applied the cream.
"Not really." Hermione said slowly as Draco continued to softly dry the healing mixture. "But you make me want to tell you my story, my secrets." She said softly, knowing that this was very profound. It was odd... he made her want to open up to the world.
"I'm listening, Hermione." Draco replied just as softly as he gently rolled Hermione over and put his arms around her "I'll always be here to listen if you need me." He said in a softer tone.
So Hermione opened her mouth, with an intake of air. And with that, the two sat alone. Hermione, now beginning to tell her story