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Chapter 1: Take me away.
The rest of the train ride to Hogwarts Malfoy and me were quiet. Not daring to say anything that could go against us in some way. It very odd, because while I was sitting in a cabin with Draco Malfoy, none of us ever said anything mean, nasty, or rude the entire ride. It was like sitting with a different person. There was something different about him and I was curious to find out what it was. There was something tender in his eyes. Something that wasn't there six years ago.
We sometimes during the ride, exchanged looks or smiles and every time we did, it felt so weird. Finally I had the courage to ask. "Draco, what's going on" that came out a little harsh and it's not the way I liked to end the silence. He turned his head away from the window and I finally noticed that his eyes were blue not gray. It shocked me. Gray was always the color of his eyes. As long as I could remember. Or maybe I just didn't look carefully. He gave me a little smile and said
"I don't know what your talking about" Of course he did "Come on, you know what I mean. My entire time at Hogwarts you have been nothing but mean to me and my...friends... and now we are sitting together and all we do is smile? I have no clue how to explain that." All those words came out very fast and im not sure if he understood them.
"Well, have you ever noticed that I wasn't as mean to you. It was your friends that pissed me off. You I had no problems with. My father did. He ordered me to hate you so I did. Now that my father is dead, I don't have to listen to him anymore." It was a simple answer but it made a lot of sense.
I looked down for a moment, trying to think back to all the times Draco confronted us. And a sudden strike of guilt brushed through. "If you would have told me that before, I wouldn't have punched you in the third year, I'm really sorry" it was kind of awkward apologizing to Malfoy, but it felt good. He let out a laugh. "Seriously now Hermione, that was four years ago. Forget it" Draco Malfoy does have a heart after all.
Draco's POV
I could feel like myself. Something was different. Something told me that it was alright to except Granger. I didn't understand what was in me, but It helped to realize that she wasn't half bad. Then there was another part. There was another part of me that kept replaying my father's irate words. You will not associate with those people Draco! They are not worthy of your time! You will hate them. You will destroy them! YOU WILL obey me! Usually what would follow those words was a strong beating. Maybe that's why I was so immune to pain. I experienced so much of it that more would simply not affect him.
That little part of my wanted to taunt Granger again. Tell her that she was a filthy little mudblood that didn't deserve my time. I started to ignore that side of me once my father died, but fully understood that my father's reputation will haunt me always. Hermione kept turning to me. Stealing glances now and then. Even though she sometimes flashed a smile, I could tell there was something behind it. Something dark. A secret she didn't want to be discovered. Of course I became very curious.
I wonder where her dream team is. The infamous scarhead and his notorious sidekick Weasel. Maybe I should ask her?
"Where is Potter and Weasley?" It came very suddenly and I could tell she was surprised. I saw her smile vanish and her expression became very dark.
"I don't want to talk about them ok" she bounced back with a very serious answer. So that's what's going on.
"Come on, who else do you have to tell" I saw her eyes water. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. She was holding tight to the sleeves of her sweater and I could tell she was very uncomfortable. She took a deep breath and began.
Hormone's POV
I didn't think it was smart to tell him about Harry and Ron. I was so scared he was going to find out my secrets. I wasn't sure if I could trust him. Maybe I shouldn't . "I don't want to talk about them ok" It was kind of harsh but I really meant it. I was just starting to forget about them. My eyes automatically started watering. He really insisted so I decided to tell him. I grabbed my sleeves tight and started to explain. "In the end of last year, Harry and Ron stopped talking to me. I didn't understand so I tried talking to them but they ignored me. I thought that at least Ginny... Ron's sister.. would understand but she wouldn't talk to me either. I haven't spoken to them since." I took a deep breath. Maybe he would understand.
I looked down at my arms. What he didn't know won't hurt him right? There was more. At the beginning of the summer, my father started to rape me every night and I started to slice my wrists. I felt so dirty so I started to try to peel my skin off. It wouldn't work so I decided to inflict pain. When the satisfaction came before the pain, the comfort came from the blood that poured out. Tears were now pouring freely off my face.
I had tons of bandages underneath my sweater and I think there was too much blood because I started to feel very light headed. I tried to get up but fell instantly on Draco's lap. I wasn't really sure what was happening at the moment, all I saw was Draco take my sweater off. I managed to whisper three words before I fainted.
"Take me away"
Chapter 1: Take me away.
The rest of the train ride to Hogwarts Malfoy and me were quiet. Not daring to say anything that could go against us in some way. It very odd, because while I was sitting in a cabin with Draco Malfoy, none of us ever said anything mean, nasty, or rude the entire ride. It was like sitting with a different person. There was something different about him and I was curious to find out what it was. There was something tender in his eyes. Something that wasn't there six years ago.
We sometimes during the ride, exchanged looks or smiles and every time we did, it felt so weird. Finally I had the courage to ask. "Draco, what's going on" that came out a little harsh and it's not the way I liked to end the silence. He turned his head away from the window and I finally noticed that his eyes were blue not gray. It shocked me. Gray was always the color of his eyes. As long as I could remember. Or maybe I just didn't look carefully. He gave me a little smile and said
"I don't know what your talking about" Of course he did "Come on, you know what I mean. My entire time at Hogwarts you have been nothing but mean to me and my...friends... and now we are sitting together and all we do is smile? I have no clue how to explain that." All those words came out very fast and im not sure if he understood them.
"Well, have you ever noticed that I wasn't as mean to you. It was your friends that pissed me off. You I had no problems with. My father did. He ordered me to hate you so I did. Now that my father is dead, I don't have to listen to him anymore." It was a simple answer but it made a lot of sense.
I looked down for a moment, trying to think back to all the times Draco confronted us. And a sudden strike of guilt brushed through. "If you would have told me that before, I wouldn't have punched you in the third year, I'm really sorry" it was kind of awkward apologizing to Malfoy, but it felt good. He let out a laugh. "Seriously now Hermione, that was four years ago. Forget it" Draco Malfoy does have a heart after all.
Draco's POV
I could feel like myself. Something was different. Something told me that it was alright to except Granger. I didn't understand what was in me, but It helped to realize that she wasn't half bad. Then there was another part. There was another part of me that kept replaying my father's irate words. You will not associate with those people Draco! They are not worthy of your time! You will hate them. You will destroy them! YOU WILL obey me! Usually what would follow those words was a strong beating. Maybe that's why I was so immune to pain. I experienced so much of it that more would simply not affect him.
That little part of my wanted to taunt Granger again. Tell her that she was a filthy little mudblood that didn't deserve my time. I started to ignore that side of me once my father died, but fully understood that my father's reputation will haunt me always. Hermione kept turning to me. Stealing glances now and then. Even though she sometimes flashed a smile, I could tell there was something behind it. Something dark. A secret she didn't want to be discovered. Of course I became very curious.
I wonder where her dream team is. The infamous scarhead and his notorious sidekick Weasel. Maybe I should ask her?
"Where is Potter and Weasley?" It came very suddenly and I could tell she was surprised. I saw her smile vanish and her expression became very dark.
"I don't want to talk about them ok" she bounced back with a very serious answer. So that's what's going on.
"Come on, who else do you have to tell" I saw her eyes water. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. She was holding tight to the sleeves of her sweater and I could tell she was very uncomfortable. She took a deep breath and began.
Hormone's POV
I didn't think it was smart to tell him about Harry and Ron. I was so scared he was going to find out my secrets. I wasn't sure if I could trust him. Maybe I shouldn't . "I don't want to talk about them ok" It was kind of harsh but I really meant it. I was just starting to forget about them. My eyes automatically started watering. He really insisted so I decided to tell him. I grabbed my sleeves tight and started to explain. "In the end of last year, Harry and Ron stopped talking to me. I didn't understand so I tried talking to them but they ignored me. I thought that at least Ginny... Ron's sister.. would understand but she wouldn't talk to me either. I haven't spoken to them since." I took a deep breath. Maybe he would understand.
I looked down at my arms. What he didn't know won't hurt him right? There was more. At the beginning of the summer, my father started to rape me every night and I started to slice my wrists. I felt so dirty so I started to try to peel my skin off. It wouldn't work so I decided to inflict pain. When the satisfaction came before the pain, the comfort came from the blood that poured out. Tears were now pouring freely off my face.
I had tons of bandages underneath my sweater and I think there was too much blood because I started to feel very light headed. I tried to get up but fell instantly on Draco's lap. I wasn't really sure what was happening at the moment, all I saw was Draco take my sweater off. I managed to whisper three words before I fainted.
"Take me away"