Pain, Hurt, and…Love?

Chapter: Two

Day two, lesson one

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            "I-I don't want to tell y-y-you that." Hermione was scared. If she told Malfoy what his father had done to her…well who knows what he would do.

            "Listen Granger, I know something happened, and whatever it is I think that you should tell me so that I can fix it." Hermione looked at him in shock. Why would Malfoy want to help her?

            "W-why would you want to help me? I thought that I was just a filthy mudblood to you. What happened?" Hermione tried to sound brave but she was in a lot of pain and she was a little afraid of his reaction.

            "Things change Granger. And I would help you because you are obviously in pain and I can't just let you suffer. But if you really want to know why I have changed then I will tell you. Though I doubt you want to hear this rubbish." Malfoy looked away. Hermione drew his face back to her. She looked him in the eyes and said.

            "Tell me what happened, Mal-Draco." He looked at her and she seemed to care. Finally someone who might just give a damn about me. Draco thought.

            "My father has just up and left us. We don't know where he has gone to and frankly I don't care. But my mother has turned into…what do you muggles call those things… zombies or something like that…well anyways…before he left he used to beat me. Always because you were better then I was. That put him over the edge every year that a mud…muggle born beat me at everything I did. My mother never tried to stop him; no she would watch or just walk the other way." Malfoy took a breath and looked at Hermione. She seemed to be almost in tears. Like she couldn't understand why anyone would treat their child this way. All of a sudden she started to cry.

            Probably because of her own pain and because of mine also.  Thought Draco. She wrapped her arms around him and said that his father had done this to her. That because of his father Hermione was in Draco's bed sobbing away over her own pain and because of the things that he had just told her.

            At first Draco was shocked. Hermione was hugging him…when did that happen? And then he was furious because of what his father had done to her. Not many people, if any at all, knew that he didn't hate Hermione. He loathed her because she had everything that he wanted. He wanted parents that gave a shit about him, and friends who would listen to him. Basically everything that Hermione had Draco wanted. He had imagined, on a regular basis, what it would be like to love someone, but more often then not he imagined himself with Hermione Granger at his side loving him and holding him, laughing with him the same way she laughed with her friends. That's what he really wanted. But he knew that it was only a dream, and nothing would ever come from it.

            "D-D-Draco…I-I-I think that I need to go home." She looked at him and saw a momentary flash of pain. She thought twice about leaving. What if he really needs me here? But what good am I in a bed? 'I wouldn't say that out loud dearie' That's not funny! 'I know. But I think that he could use someone to talk to. Did you ever think that maybe all he needed was a good friend? Someone to listen to him?' I suppose… Snapping out of it Hermione said, "On second thought maybe I will stay. I mean I can hardly walk, and I have no clue as to where I am so I suppose I will stay. But may I owl my parents to let them know that I am okay?" Draco nodded his head.

            Many hours later Draco was passed out on the bed next to Hermione with a huge grin plastered on his face. Hermione seemed to glow with happiness. Each of them had had the best night of their lives. Not in a sexual way (though thoughts like those were running through a certain blondes head) but in a way where they had talked until they were sure they would pass out. There was so much about Draco that Hermione never knew. When ever she would start to hurt all over Draco would gently rub where it hurt and the pain would subside. He really was very sweet…these were the last thoughts running though each mind as the night came to an end.

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            The next morning Draco awoke to find Hermione laying very close and one of his arms wrapped around her slender waste. She seemed to be awake for she was stroking his arm. It was rather soothing and Draco let out a sigh of contention. Hermione looked up at him and smiled, he smiled back.

            "You know Hermione that it felt good to talk about everything with you." Hermione seemed a bit surprised by this news but she smiled.

            "You seem to have held a lot in all these years. I am sorry that I put you through that. I didn't know what was going on at home."

            "Don't be sorry Hermione. No one really knew what the hell happened around here. And all of those who thought that they did were full of shit." Hermione knew that he was getting worked up again; like last night. She started to stroke his arm again. It seemed to calm him down a bit. She tried to sit up but it hurt her and she whimpered out slightly in pain.

            "What are you trying to do Hermione? Didn't I tell you to stay in bed?" Hermione looked at him guiltily. He just laughed at her innocence. Soon Draco heard a knock on the door. His mother.

            She said couldn't have said this in a more dull flat voice. Hermione looked at him and he looked at the door.

            "A friend mother. But she has gotten hurt rather badly. Would you mind sending our meals up here? I don't believe that we will be coming down for quite a while." He was sure that his mother took that the wring way. But that was the only way he could think of to insure that Hermione and himself wouldn't be bothered. He was sure he could have just told his mother but he wasn't sure what that would do to her, or to himself. He decided not to risk it.

            "Why did you say that Draco? You know what she thought? She thinks that we are doing something were not!" Draco looked at her and smiled. She was angry because he made his mother think that she was just some girl he was sleeping with. He was notorious for that.

            "It's the only way I could think of that would insure that mother wouldn't come back. She wouldn't walk in on us if she thought that we were doing something she really didn't want to see." Realization seemed to dawn on Hermione. She nodded her head and smiled at him. She settled back into the blankets and tried to ignore the shooting pain everywhere. Draco also settled back and took Hermione into his arms. She wasn't going to complain. When he held her it seemed to ease away all the pain she was feeling.

            She didn't know what had happened to them. Over one night they had become best friends. She wasn't sure but maybe, just maybe, things were going a little to fast for Hermione. She wasn't sure that she should be trusting Draco or not. But she was sure that he had told her the truth. Just the anger that lived in his voice when he spoke of his father told her that there was no way in hell that Draco was lying to her. She trusted him, why maybe she would never know but she did; and now she would do anything to help him.

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