Part 13: a glimpse of a past
Draco moved his neck from side to side, his eyes still closed, he felt something stir beside him, and on opening his eyes, he found, himself and Hermione lying side by side on the couch.
Not wanting to disturb her he untangled himself from her arms and stood up.
His neck hurt from sleeping in such a weird position and so he decided to take a bath, he walked over to the bathroom and stepped inside.
Opening the bathroom cupboards he found a number of towels, shampoo, conditioner, soap and bubble bath, ahhh bubble bath he thought, what a great muggle invention
He walked over to the massive tub and turned on the taps adding the bubble bath, in no time at all the tub was full. He removed his clothes and slipped into the water, surrounded by bubbles, sighing he closed his eyes and thought about the night before.
What happened to Hermione? She just broke down, ive never seen her like that. I wonder if it has anything to do with potty and weasel? It probably does, now that I think about it, she hasn't been around them as much this last year, spending more time in the library as usual...
Draco realised that he actually knew more about Hermione then he thought he did.
He closed his eyes and let the water envelope his body, his mind started to wander. His thoughts drifted back to the past, thinking of when he had first met Pansy.
Everyone thought that they had met their first year at Hogwarts but in actual fact they had been brought up together, Draco had never liked her, but his mother had become friends with her mother and it sort of just happened.
Draco knew that his mother's best friend had died a long time ago, he knew his mother didn't know that he knew, he had over heard her talking to whom he supposed was her best friends husband.
His mother had changed after that;
She sort of just gave in to Lucius' ways. He wondered if his mother's friend hadn't died, would he be brought up with her daughter? She would probably just follow him round like Pansy did, even though he did not know who she was.
Well it was all for the best. His father was in Azkaban now and he couldn't hurt either him or his mother. He had witnessed his mother being beaten one to many times.
He thought of how Lucius would react if he knew that Draco cared for a mudblood. He would punish Draco. He would hit him and torture him.
Draco shook himself out of his thoughts. Lucius would not do anything like that. He couldn't hurt him anymore. He was safe now.
A soft knock could be heard from the door.
"Yes?" Draco called out
"Its me" Hermione said. "I just want you to know that breakfast is in an hour," she said
"Ok, thanks" Draco called out. "I'll be out in a minute"
"Ok" Hermione replied, and you could hear her walking away from the door.
Draco got out of the bath and reached for a towel, he dried himself and then wrapped the towel around his waist. He opened the door and walked out.
He entered the main room to see Hermione on the couch, she looked at him in only a towel and suddenly looked away, Draco thought this was strange but said nothing. He walked over to his door and walked into his room.
END PART 13
I'm currently in the process of reposting all of this story so it might take me some time as it is almost the end of the school year and I'm getting ready for my final exams.