As I entered the compartment, I stumbled across a young girl hid her face just as I was about to look at her. She was dressed in a black sweatshirt and faded loose jeans with a black belt which had diamond shaped studs on them. She had long beautiful brown hair and she also had black boots on. This mystery girl sat in this position like she just didn't care for others, like no one was there but her and her only thoughts. She positioned herself in the corner of the compartment. I watched her just staring out the window, and then it hit me , she was observing the rain and how it was dropping. In a minute or so she reached out her hand and touched the glass almost wanting to feel the rain itself. It felt like someone was talking to her out there, that's why she was so observant and accurate. Then out of nowhere I saw a single tear roll down her cheek. I hated it when girls cried. It reminded me of how my father used to beat my mother when he was angry or whenever he just wanted to get his wrath out of him. My mother and I are like targets for his heartless soul. He can catch us anytime and no matter how hard I try fighting it only causes me more pain and suffering. Whenever I try to help my mom, he always gets back at her and hits her even more harder than he did before. The scenes that occur in my house are haunting me every day in my sleep, every minute of my living day, every thought that enters my mind will include him, the enemy of mine, the torture to all, my only father, Lucius Malfoy. I hate being a Malfoy, it only causes pain and bad faith. I cant even get a good girlfriend because all the girls from Slytherin go after my money and when they say the don't, they lie. Of course once I'm in Hogwarts, there's no turning back, I must keep my image and reputation alive. I must be the old arrogant, rude and violent Draco Malfoy.
It almost killed me to see women suffer, it always reminded me of my dear mother who bears the pain every second. Even right now as I'm thinking these horrible thoughts I know that somewhere in the Malfoy Mansion, my mother is trying to get away from the monster. Oh how I wish I can be there to support her, to help her and hug her. But I guess that wont be, I guess I have to stay here and put up and image of being all happy with my money but on the inside I will always have the pain that runs through my veins like snakes who are trying to set free. So many nights I have sat in my lonely bedroom and cut myself with anything that was around. My most reliable source were my daggers. My father bought me quiet a selection, he thought that since it was my 16th birthday he should get me something big, something that will cause pain to muggle borns, and so he got me daggers with a little note on it saying…
Please me well son-
All those countless times when I have sat by my fire with a dagger in my hand, all those images that have ran through my head have been quickly erased by the incredible deep cuts that still heal to this day. For all those nights, I say and wondered if my life was any different, how would people react to me, how people would talk to me. Those nights have made me realize that I am nothing but a lost soul wandering around the empty streets that have no light, no sun, and no air to breath.
And now here I am sitting in front of a young girl who is crying, but why, she can't have problems could she? So I did what my mind wasn't prepared for, especially since I have no clue as to who this girl is. I slowly reached out my hand and wiped it away. She seemed to be lost somewhere because of the way she responded. She slowly turned her head towards mine and there we locked eyes. My lonely worthless silver eyes met her deep lost chocolate eyes. Only then it hit me that I've seen these eyes somewhere before, it was Hermione Granger.
"What are you playing at Malfoy?" she said in a harsh voice.
"Grager?" I asked in an unbelieving tone.
"Who did you think I was?" she said somewhat calmly.
"What happened to you?" I asked ignoring her question.
Hermione's POV
"What are you talking about?" I asked. I hope he isn't talking about me crying at his presence.
"Well it's just that I don't see any Weasels or Potty with you, must be bad timing I guess. Oh and what's with the sudden change in cloths?" He asked looking up and down my body.
"Not that it's any of your business, ferret, but there is no change, I've always been this way. I see you're still the same old arrogant git as usual with your remarks and your clothes." I said looking at his face then down to his black shirt which I must admit, suited him nicely. His black belt that was holding the black jeans he was wearing was all loose but not too loose. I continued to examine what he was wearing until his voice interrupted all the thoughts in my head.
Draco's POV
"Like what you see mudb --, muggle?" Whats the matter with me, I cant even call her a mudblood anymore. 'Maybe because you don't care about that stuff anymore' said the second voice in his head.
"Don't flatter yourself ferret face" she said nonchalantly.
"Oh, I must say I'm hurt by the name calling, it has put me into quiet the depression era" I said sarcastically.
"Well it would be nice if you actually visited that era once in a while, because then for once you wouldn't be making fun of others" she said in an normal voice.
"What do you know Granger? You have no idea what depression is, so if I were you I'd shut my mouth?"
"Oh and you do? What the Slytherin Prince has some family troubles back at home? Not getting enough money in your allowance?" She said looking right at me.
This hit me like a brick in the face, I couldn't take anymore of her smart mouthed comments about me like that. I suddenly stood up and put my hands on both sides of her. She seemed shocked by my actions but soon her face was normal again and all I saw was fear and sadness hidden in her deep dark eyes.
"You know nothing mudblood, one day I wont be in my best mood and I just might make a little visit to your bed and cut your throat when you are asleep" I hissed. I looked at her and saw her relax under me. She saw through me, she knew I wasn't going to cut her but she was still scared. I never noticed how beautiful she really was. She didn't have any make-up on and she wasn't in her best clothes and yet she still managed to look just…angelic, even though she was wearing black. There was something in her eyes that got me thinking, she's hiding something, something so deep only I would understand. She's hiding something that no one can know. I saw pain and suffering right in front of my eyes.
"Wouldn't that just be lovely?" she muttered so quietly that I barely heard her. I was right, she is hiding something. I slowly released this cage I set around her with my hands.
"What?" I said quietly.
"Nothing Malfoy, nothing" she answered a minute later. I sat back down in my seat, which took her by surprise and I just sat there watching her. Trying to understand her. Trying to explain to myself that maybe there is someone out there who shares my emotions, but nothing came through.
"Are you done staring Malfoy, I've had enough of your jokes. What you think you can come in here take one look, figure me out and run to your little Slytherins, telling them how you saw me cry in front of you and how scared I was when you threatened me? Am I right, well c'mon I'm sure there waiting for you." She said this so fast that it took me a few minutes to understand what she was saying.
"What" I replied quietly. I can't believe she thinks of me that way, then again, why wouldn't she think of me this way. I am the cold hearted Malfoy who made fun of her all throughout our years at Hogwarts.
"I'm not going to do that" I said looking away from her. I couldn't look at her, her sadistic image just told me how I wanted to talk to her, find out more about her and understand the true Hermione Granger.
"But if you don't me in here, I understand" I said and at the same time getting up from where I was sitting and picking up my bag.
"No er… I never said you weren't welcome here, I just thought that…"
"Well you thought wrong" I screamed
"I'm not like them. I don't… I don't go off killing innocent muggles or playing some silly jokes on people. I've had my share of jokes already" I said in a some what normal voice.
"People just don't see it, but I … I want someone… anyone to at least see me, I'm not asking for much, just to open their eyes and see that I'm not the bad guy in school and I'm not that cruel Slytherin anymore" I said more to myself rather than her. I dropped my book bag and slowly sat down across from her avoiding her gaze. I stared out the window and finally noticed something so wonderful in it, like something is guiding me out there. I just sat there for a few seconds and just started to visualize my mother and I having a great time, sitting in my backyard with her pushing me on the swings, laughing so hard that I thought I was going to be sick.
Hermione's POV
I had no idea he was troubled or the fact that he actually changed. I sat there across from him just getting a good look at his well shaped face with his silver blond hair falling in his eyes, oh those beautiful eyes. You can see sorrow and seclusion in those blue-silvery eyes. I never knew that the most arrogant pig that goes by the name Draco Malfoy could be this way. He was alone in his pool of misery with no one to talk with and no one to play jokes on. I actually felt sorry for him, knowing very well of our history this was rather silly of me to even think. I just couldn't help but feel slightly happy about the fact that I'm not the only one who suffers from sorrow and grief. I slowly got up and sat by him. This caught him by surprise and so he slowly turned his head to face mine and there were those sadistic eyes that have been on my mind all throughout the ride.
"Malf…Draco I know what It's like" I said very quietly.
Draco's POV
She said my name, but why, she doesn't pity me does. Last thing I need it pity from her. But it sounded so beautiful coming out of her mouth.
"You don't Granger, you just don't." I said harshly but not moving from where I sat. She was sitting so close to me that I can practically hear her breathing. I felt her body heat travel over to my body. Why am I being this cruel to her? She's only trying to help.
"I mean…you will never understand what goes on in my life so I suggest you forget about this whole thing, ok Hermione?" I said using her first name. To me it was the most beautiful name in the world and this name shouldn't just go to no one it should suit the person its being given to and Hermione was definitely that person. I mean look at me, here she is trying to comfort me when all I do is avoid her and block her from me. What's wrong with me?
Hermione's POV
This is what I get form trying to help another person, well I guess some things never change. But the way he said my name, it was so soft and it came so natural to him like he had been saying it all along when really he thinks I'm just a worthless filthy little mudblood. That's all I will ever be to him. As I looked outside I saw that we were getting close to Hogwarts and I still needed to go and talk with Professor McGonagall about my Head Girl business. I started to look for my back and realized that It was on the other side of Draco. So I got up and walked around him and started to gather my bag. I did this all in such a hurry that I didn't even realize I dropped a book. I ran out of the compartment and started to search for McGonagall.
Draco's POV
Why is she leaving? Why do I care? I don't care where that filthy little mudblood goes. 'But she's not filthy and you know it, you're just trying to cover up the fact that you enjoyed her company' said my idiotic second voice. As she was rushing so fast she didn't even notice that she dropped her book. As I reached for it I was about to call for her but she already left and suddenly I feel even worse. I feel so lonely and miserable. When she was here I felt so good and I didn't even realize that the reason why I felt good was because she was there. I guess you never know when you have something so good until it's finally gone. I examined the book and it seemed to be a normal book that was black with golden letters on them. I realized it was in another language since I couldn't understand the letters. I opened the book and it was filled with writings. The handwriting is all too familiar. The pages were yellow like this book has been passed on for ages. The pages were slightly stained with round circles and then it hit me, its tears. She must have been writing all of this when she felt bad. I knew it was wrong of me to look at them but I just couldn't defy it, I had to know what was in it. I skimmed through the pages and opened a random page and read it…
It almost killed me to see women suffer, it always reminded me of my dear mother who bears the pain every second. Even right now as I'm thinking these horrible thoughts I know that somewhere in the Malfoy Mansion, my mother is trying to get away from the monster. Oh how I wish I can be there to support her, to help her and hug her. But I guess that wont be, I guess I have to stay here and put up and image of being all happy with my money but on the inside I will always have the pain that runs through my veins like snakes who are trying to set free. So many nights I have sat in my lonely bedroom and cut myself with anything that was around. My most reliable source were my daggers. My father bought me quiet a selection, he thought that since it was my 16th birthday he should get me something big, something that will cause pain to muggle borns, and so he got me daggers with a little note on it saying…
Please me well son-
All those countless times when I have sat by my fire with a dagger in my hand, all those images that have ran through my head have been quickly erased by the incredible deep cuts that still heal to this day. For all those nights, I say and wondered if my life was any different, how would people react to me, how people would talk to me. Those nights have made me realize that I am nothing but a lost soul wandering around the empty streets that have no light, no sun, and no air to breath.
And now here I am sitting in front of a young girl who is crying, but why, she can't have problems could she? So I did what my mind wasn't prepared for, especially since I have no clue as to who this girl is. I slowly reached out my hand and wiped it away. She seemed to be lost somewhere because of the way she responded. She slowly turned her head towards mine and there we locked eyes. My lonely worthless silver eyes met her deep lost chocolate eyes. Only then it hit me that I've seen these eyes somewhere before, it was Hermione Granger.
"What are you playing at Malfoy?" she said in a harsh voice.
"Grager?" I asked in an unbelieving tone.
"Who did you think I was?" she said somewhat calmly.
"What happened to you?" I asked ignoring her question.
Hermione's POV
"What are you talking about?" I asked. I hope he isn't talking about me crying at his presence.
"Well it's just that I don't see any Weasels or Potty with you, must be bad timing I guess. Oh and what's with the sudden change in cloths?" He asked looking up and down my body.
"Not that it's any of your business, ferret, but there is no change, I've always been this way. I see you're still the same old arrogant git as usual with your remarks and your clothes." I said looking at his face then down to his black shirt which I must admit, suited him nicely. His black belt that was holding the black jeans he was wearing was all loose but not too loose. I continued to examine what he was wearing until his voice interrupted all the thoughts in my head.
Draco's POV
"Like what you see mudb --, muggle?" Whats the matter with me, I cant even call her a mudblood anymore. 'Maybe because you don't care about that stuff anymore' said the second voice in his head.
"Don't flatter yourself ferret face" she said nonchalantly.
"Oh, I must say I'm hurt by the name calling, it has put me into quiet the depression era" I said sarcastically.
"Well it would be nice if you actually visited that era once in a while, because then for once you wouldn't be making fun of others" she said in an normal voice.
"What do you know Granger? You have no idea what depression is, so if I were you I'd shut my mouth?"
"Oh and you do? What the Slytherin Prince has some family troubles back at home? Not getting enough money in your allowance?" She said looking right at me.
This hit me like a brick in the face, I couldn't take anymore of her smart mouthed comments about me like that. I suddenly stood up and put my hands on both sides of her. She seemed shocked by my actions but soon her face was normal again and all I saw was fear and sadness hidden in her deep dark eyes.
"You know nothing mudblood, one day I wont be in my best mood and I just might make a little visit to your bed and cut your throat when you are asleep" I hissed. I looked at her and saw her relax under me. She saw through me, she knew I wasn't going to cut her but she was still scared. I never noticed how beautiful she really was. She didn't have any make-up on and she wasn't in her best clothes and yet she still managed to look just…angelic, even though she was wearing black. There was something in her eyes that got me thinking, she's hiding something, something so deep only I would understand. She's hiding something that no one can know. I saw pain and suffering right in front of my eyes.
"Wouldn't that just be lovely?" she muttered so quietly that I barely heard her. I was right, she is hiding something. I slowly released this cage I set around her with my hands.
"What?" I said quietly.
"Nothing Malfoy, nothing" she answered a minute later. I sat back down in my seat, which took her by surprise and I just sat there watching her. Trying to understand her. Trying to explain to myself that maybe there is someone out there who shares my emotions, but nothing came through.
"Are you done staring Malfoy, I've had enough of your jokes. What you think you can come in here take one look, figure me out and run to your little Slytherins, telling them how you saw me cry in front of you and how scared I was when you threatened me? Am I right, well c'mon I'm sure there waiting for you." She said this so fast that it took me a few minutes to understand what she was saying.
"What" I replied quietly. I can't believe she thinks of me that way, then again, why wouldn't she think of me this way. I am the cold hearted Malfoy who made fun of her all throughout our years at Hogwarts.
"I'm not going to do that" I said looking away from her. I couldn't look at her, her sadistic image just told me how I wanted to talk to her, find out more about her and understand the true Hermione Granger.
"But if you don't me in here, I understand" I said and at the same time getting up from where I was sitting and picking up my bag.
"No er… I never said you weren't welcome here, I just thought that…"
"Well you thought wrong" I screamed
"I'm not like them. I don't… I don't go off killing innocent muggles or playing some silly jokes on people. I've had my share of jokes already" I said in a some what normal voice.
"People just don't see it, but I … I want someone… anyone to at least see me, I'm not asking for much, just to open their eyes and see that I'm not the bad guy in school and I'm not that cruel Slytherin anymore" I said more to myself rather than her. I dropped my book bag and slowly sat down across from her avoiding her gaze. I stared out the window and finally noticed something so wonderful in it, like something is guiding me out there. I just sat there for a few seconds and just started to visualize my mother and I having a great time, sitting in my backyard with her pushing me on the swings, laughing so hard that I thought I was going to be sick.
Hermione's POV
I had no idea he was troubled or the fact that he actually changed. I sat there across from him just getting a good look at his well shaped face with his silver blond hair falling in his eyes, oh those beautiful eyes. You can see sorrow and seclusion in those blue-silvery eyes. I never knew that the most arrogant pig that goes by the name Draco Malfoy could be this way. He was alone in his pool of misery with no one to talk with and no one to play jokes on. I actually felt sorry for him, knowing very well of our history this was rather silly of me to even think. I just couldn't help but feel slightly happy about the fact that I'm not the only one who suffers from sorrow and grief. I slowly got up and sat by him. This caught him by surprise and so he slowly turned his head to face mine and there were those sadistic eyes that have been on my mind all throughout the ride.
"Malf…Draco I know what It's like" I said very quietly.
Draco's POV
She said my name, but why, she doesn't pity me does. Last thing I need it pity from her. But it sounded so beautiful coming out of her mouth.
"You don't Granger, you just don't." I said harshly but not moving from where I sat. She was sitting so close to me that I can practically hear her breathing. I felt her body heat travel over to my body. Why am I being this cruel to her? She's only trying to help.
"I mean…you will never understand what goes on in my life so I suggest you forget about this whole thing, ok Hermione?" I said using her first name. To me it was the most beautiful name in the world and this name shouldn't just go to no one it should suit the person its being given to and Hermione was definitely that person. I mean look at me, here she is trying to comfort me when all I do is avoid her and block her from me. What's wrong with me?
Hermione's POV
This is what I get form trying to help another person, well I guess some things never change. But the way he said my name, it was so soft and it came so natural to him like he had been saying it all along when really he thinks I'm just a worthless filthy little mudblood. That's all I will ever be to him. As I looked outside I saw that we were getting close to Hogwarts and I still needed to go and talk with Professor McGonagall about my Head Girl business. I started to look for my back and realized that It was on the other side of Draco. So I got up and walked around him and started to gather my bag. I did this all in such a hurry that I didn't even realize I dropped a book. I ran out of the compartment and started to search for McGonagall.
Draco's POV
Why is she leaving? Why do I care? I don't care where that filthy little mudblood goes. 'But she's not filthy and you know it, you're just trying to cover up the fact that you enjoyed her company' said my idiotic second voice. As she was rushing so fast she didn't even notice that she dropped her book. As I reached for it I was about to call for her but she already left and suddenly I feel even worse. I feel so lonely and miserable. When she was here I felt so good and I didn't even realize that the reason why I felt good was because she was there. I guess you never know when you have something so good until it's finally gone. I examined the book and it seemed to be a normal book that was black with golden letters on them. I realized it was in another language since I couldn't understand the letters. I opened the book and it was filled with writings. The handwriting is all too familiar. The pages were yellow like this book has been passed on for ages. The pages were slightly stained with round circles and then it hit me, its tears. She must have been writing all of this when she felt bad. I knew it was wrong of me to look at them but I just couldn't defy it, I had to know what was in it. I skimmed through the pages and opened a random page and read it…
