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Chapter 6: Ununderstandable Action
Setting: Hermione's Room
Hermione tied the letter to Diamond, her owl's legs, and she took out a book to read, soon, the door opened, revealing-
"Malfoy, I'm as disappointed as you are because of our marriage, but I really don't want to ruin the atmosphere of Christmas. You always think about yourself, other people need their own spaces to think about their lives, to enjoy their lives, and to not bother other people's business." Hermione spat at Malfoy as as stepped into Hermione's and his room. Don't know where she got the fury, Hermione was just mad by looking at the sight of the blond Malfoy.
He's always a pompous jerk, who only sticks up for himself and people who he likes. He hates Gryffindors, he hates Muggles, he hates everything I like, and I dislike everything in his dictionary, including himself. Hermione thought to herself, trying to remember everything Malfoy ever did to her and her friends, He tortures Ron for being poor, so is that his fault? No, of course not, Mrs. Weasley just happened to have a little too much children. Everyone of the Weasleys is really nice, Bill, he works for Gringotts, nice to girls, and he was a Head Boy; Charlie, brave, works with dangerous dragons, all of the Malfoys' courage can't add up to a bit of Charlie's; Percy, "Mr. Crouch, Mr.Crouch", but I believe he still cared for the family, since it was Mr.Weasley's decision of working in the Ministry; Fred and George, funny, always cheers people up whenever they are sad, they cared for their friends, they cared for their family; Ron, my best friend, he always fights for the team, very strong at group dynamics; Ginny, my best female friend, understanding, caring, gentle but strong, she did survive the curseof Tom Riddle with Harry's help; Mr. Weasley, loves Muggle things, works very hard for the Order Of Pheonix; Mrs. Weasley, cares for children even other than her own, prefers clean enviroment. Every single one is better than any of the Malfoys, of course by Malfoys I mean the male ones since the female ones are married to them. Narcissa seems to be a very nice woman, and she was a black after all. Of course, now I'm a Malfoy, too, how much I hater that last name. Malfoy tortured Harry, calling him a scarhead, I think he's even jealous to have everybody staring at his forehead, Harry was indeed the only one in the world, wizard or Muggle, who had suvived Aveda Kadevra. Harry is nice, not smart in bookworks, but very intelligent when it comes to dueling. Malfoy made fun of Hagrid, so what, he is a giant. It doesn't mean all half giants are bad, Madam Maxime is a half giant, but she is the principle of Beauxbaton! How much I hate Malfoy......
At the meantime, Draco was shock to be taken taken back by the sarcasm in Hermione's tune. He was, after all, a Malfoy, and Malfoys shouldn't be indignified. Looking at the brown-haired witch standing in front of him, staring at him, the chocolate brown eyes filled with pure anger, he was pulled into deep thoughts...
Granger, filthy mudblood... Well she isn't mudblood, but she still carried the strong scent of those filthy, dirty mudbloods. She think she is so smart, bookworm, ugly with buckteeth, frizzy brown ugly hair. Even Pansy is better looking than she is... What's wrong with her, Christmas, Christmas, Merlin who the hell cares about freak Christmas? For me, Christmas was just as trifle as any other days, sure I receive presents, but who shares my fun? Some old memories played across Draco's mind...
"Daddy! Guess what, today is Christmas!" A chubby six old blond boy walked toward his parent's master bedroom, on his way, he felt so happy of Christmas.
"Draco, yah today is Christmas, where do you want to go? Do you want to go to the playground? The French Restaurant Daddy and you went last time? Tell Daddy, today I'm the fairy, I will grant you one free wish!" Lucius said with genuin love as he wrapped his slender arm around Narcissa's waist, "Where do you want to go, sweetheart?"
"Daddy! Let's open the persents first! I want to see what you gave me...The voice of Draco's childhood rang at his ear, then soon the next year's memory came across...
"Daddy! Guess what day it is? Today is the Christmas, we should really celebrate it well!" A seven old Draco walked toward the master bedroom once again, filled with joy.
"Go sit into the dining room, I will be there in several minutes." Lucius said emotionlessly to the child, through the undergarment, a snake crawling through a skull's mouth is clear visible on his arm.
"Wahhhhh! I want to play with you, Daddy!" Draco cried, tried to get Lucius's attention from the Christmas day, but this mere sentence furied Lucius.
"Draco Malfoy! If you dare cry one more time, I will..." He hissed through the blanket, then he shouted, "Crucio!!"
The pain was immense, for a seven year old child, Draco had experience the feeling of the torturing Unforgivable curse, from then on, Christmas was never mentioned in the family until Lucius is dead...
Draco tried to erase the pain occuring from his filled-with-sadness mind. Draco, being merely seventeen year old, he had not showed his emotion, his sadness, his happiness in ten full years. On this exact day, he had been tortured with Cruciatus curse, on this exact day, he was different from other wizards.
"What's wrong, Malfoy? Afraid of a Christmas without your loving dad?" Hermione spoke sarcastically. Draco didn't know what to say, the deep within his heart was touched by merely two words, "Christmas", and "Dad". Draco was now filled with nothing but pain. He stood, just stood absolutely still for about the whole eternity, tried to organize his mind, he had too much to think, he didn't need to think, he didn't want to think. Father, Christmas, family, blood, Darklord, Harry Potter, Weasleys, Dumbledore, and neverless Hermione, every thought and image flashed across the blond's head. A tear gently fell down fron his eye without his attentions, his pale face had a red track. He thought about everything he had ever experienced, he just stood plain still until a hand flashed across his empty eyes.
"Hey, are... are you alright, Malfoy? You seemed to-" Hermione started , but soon got cut off by a pair of dry lips. Draco pressed Hermione very hard against the bedroon door, his arm wrapping around her body very tightly, where had lefted some bruises. He just pressed his skinny but strong body against Hermione's petite ones, he didn't kiss Hermione, but just pushed his lips against hers, and stayed like that position for more than enough for Hermione's lip to bleed. The blood dripped onto his lips, brought him to reality. He stomped out of the door, not showing any emotions, where he left Hermione alone, stunned by the ununderstandable action......