Disclamer: This is a fic about Draco being beaten at home. I don't usually
write these sort of fics because I'm a more of a F+G person but never mind.
I don't own nada bar Draco's twin sisters.
Bruises
Draco Malfoy was depressed. Usually school was an escape, not this year though. It had only been a week and already his potions was a mess, his transfiguration wasn't transfiguring, his History was dead, his Muggle Studies couldn't be less muggle if he tried, his Divination was impossible, his Defence Against the Dark Arts was so un-defensive a bunny could kill him and to top it off, his Quidditch was mostly on the ground. He was now sat in the stands of the Quidditch pitch, his head in his hands (which was awkward because he had his notepad in one hand). He was crying, as usual. He knew that if his school marks didn't improve he would be getting it at half term.
As Draco sobbed quietly Hermione was out for a stroll. She was just passing by the Quidditch pitch when she heard sobbing. She slowly walked up the steps to the stands and peeped to see who it was.
Draco heard footsteps and momentarily stopped crying. When he saw it was Hermione he wiped his eyes and sat up straighter, trying not to show his weakness. Hermione went over to him and sat beside him, noticing the notepad in his right hand. Hermione put her arm across his shoulders, pulling him towards her. He didn't resist. They sat like that for half an hour, no talking, no moving. After five minutes Draco had started crying again and had put his arms around Hermione as well. Hermione rocked him, which he seemed to like as his crying slowed and his breath became less choking.
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked quietly. Malfoy only now looked away from her. "Malfoy what's up?"
"Nothing" Draco mumbled.
"You don't cry for nothing" Hermione said. "You cried before because of your father. You can't still be crying over that" Hermione said kindly, hugging him again.
"I've been crying my whole life Granger, I don't need a reason any more" Draco mumbled.
"Everyone needs a reason to cry. They don't always see it but you do need one" Hermione said quietly, rubbing his arm gently. "You have one".
"My scores" Draco choked out. "He'll hate them" and the tears started again.
'It's all coming down to that bastard again' Hermione thought angrily. Draco cried for a little while before he got too tired and just sobbed.
"Do you ever cry Granger?" Draco asked quietly.
"Yes" Hermione admitted quietly.
"Why?" Draco asked, looking at her eyes.
"Usually because of my life. How I'm always miss perfect and junk. Some times it's because of you. Another time because of Harry. I cry all the time really, but I do it when everyone else is asleep" Hermione admitted quietly.
"I made you cry?" Draco asked.
"Every time you call me a Mudblood I end up crying in bed" Hermione said, looking him directly in the eye. Draco shrank back. That look was exactly the same look his mother gave him when she was disappointed or dismayed with what he had done. He jumped away from her and tore off muttering an apology to her. Hermione sat there for a few minutes, composing herself. When she was close to normal she walked back to her dorm.
Draco ran blindly along the passages until he ended up in the dungeons. He found a dark hidden corner and sank down, crying again, this time with no comforting arms around him.
A/N I'm sorry it was so short but I wanted to upload it to see if you people still liked it. Thank you to all my reviewers. I love you!
Bruises
Draco Malfoy was depressed. Usually school was an escape, not this year though. It had only been a week and already his potions was a mess, his transfiguration wasn't transfiguring, his History was dead, his Muggle Studies couldn't be less muggle if he tried, his Divination was impossible, his Defence Against the Dark Arts was so un-defensive a bunny could kill him and to top it off, his Quidditch was mostly on the ground. He was now sat in the stands of the Quidditch pitch, his head in his hands (which was awkward because he had his notepad in one hand). He was crying, as usual. He knew that if his school marks didn't improve he would be getting it at half term.
As Draco sobbed quietly Hermione was out for a stroll. She was just passing by the Quidditch pitch when she heard sobbing. She slowly walked up the steps to the stands and peeped to see who it was.
Draco heard footsteps and momentarily stopped crying. When he saw it was Hermione he wiped his eyes and sat up straighter, trying not to show his weakness. Hermione went over to him and sat beside him, noticing the notepad in his right hand. Hermione put her arm across his shoulders, pulling him towards her. He didn't resist. They sat like that for half an hour, no talking, no moving. After five minutes Draco had started crying again and had put his arms around Hermione as well. Hermione rocked him, which he seemed to like as his crying slowed and his breath became less choking.
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked quietly. Malfoy only now looked away from her. "Malfoy what's up?"
"Nothing" Draco mumbled.
"You don't cry for nothing" Hermione said. "You cried before because of your father. You can't still be crying over that" Hermione said kindly, hugging him again.
"I've been crying my whole life Granger, I don't need a reason any more" Draco mumbled.
"Everyone needs a reason to cry. They don't always see it but you do need one" Hermione said quietly, rubbing his arm gently. "You have one".
"My scores" Draco choked out. "He'll hate them" and the tears started again.
'It's all coming down to that bastard again' Hermione thought angrily. Draco cried for a little while before he got too tired and just sobbed.
"Do you ever cry Granger?" Draco asked quietly.
"Yes" Hermione admitted quietly.
"Why?" Draco asked, looking at her eyes.
"Usually because of my life. How I'm always miss perfect and junk. Some times it's because of you. Another time because of Harry. I cry all the time really, but I do it when everyone else is asleep" Hermione admitted quietly.
"I made you cry?" Draco asked.
"Every time you call me a Mudblood I end up crying in bed" Hermione said, looking him directly in the eye. Draco shrank back. That look was exactly the same look his mother gave him when she was disappointed or dismayed with what he had done. He jumped away from her and tore off muttering an apology to her. Hermione sat there for a few minutes, composing herself. When she was close to normal she walked back to her dorm.
Draco ran blindly along the passages until he ended up in the dungeons. He found a dark hidden corner and sank down, crying again, this time with no comforting arms around him.
A/N I'm sorry it was so short but I wanted to upload it to see if you people still liked it. Thank you to all my reviewers. I love you!