Deliverance: Chapter 5
It had been an extremely long day, not only for the fact that Hermione had taken all of her least favorite classes that day but also for the fact that she had constantly been worrying about having to spend seven days in a room with Malfoy. Even if it had been revealed to her that Malfoy wasn't quite the prat he seemed to be, or that he had at one point in time 'liked her', she still thoroughly disliked him (or so she thought). Hermione quickly headed over to Dumbledor's office hoping that she wasn't late but dreading her arrival all the same. When she got there once again she was the last to arrive 'Bloody hell' she thought 'How in the world does he get here so fast.'. Before she could ponder this interesting bit of trivia Dumbledor stood and began to lead the two to their new place of residence. After walking for what seemed like ages, they finally appeared in front of a small wooden door.
"This is where you two are to spend the next seven days. I have already explained the terms to you and I expect them to be followed. I would like to wish you good luck, and I hope that you both enjoy your stay. Goodnight." And with that Dumbledor turned around and left, leaving the two students to enter the unfamiliar doorway on their own.
"So who's going to open the door?" Hermione asked in all seriousness. Draco stared at her and then as if finally giving in he turned the handle of the brass knob and pushed the door open, the two students stepped inside. Draco carefully shut the door, then turned to look at the place where he was going to be spending the next week. The room wasn't quite as small as he had feared, although it was no where near as big as he had hoped. It was a Fairly small room with two twin beds on either side of it, Half of the room was decorated in the green and silver of Slytherine and the other half in the red and gold of Gryffindor. All and all the room was adequate. He looked at the slytherine side again and noticed that all of his belongings were already there 'Thank god for small mercies' he thought sarcastically. He looked about the room again his eyes landing upon a small door off to the right, as he began to walk towards the door it became apparent that Hermione had gotten the same idea because she too was walking to the door. This time it was Hermione's turn to open the door. She looked inside, it was obviously the bathroom, it was quite small but homey all the same. Inside the bathroom was a combination Shower/Bath two separate sinks (one of which was painted silver and the other painted gold) there were two toilets (and a urinal for Draco) and there was one rather large mirror that spanned the length of the bathroom wall. After completely exploring their new little home the two students headed silently to their separate halves of the room. Hermione deciding that just about anything was better than speaking with Malfoy decided to work on her potion's essay. Draco apparently thinking along the same lines as hermione got out a book (Quidditch for dummies) and began to read in silence. After four hours of homework and reading, and a complete and utter silence between the two Hermione decided she might as well talk to Malfoy rather than die of boredom from doing this for seven full days.
"Um... Malfoy." Said Hermione, bringing him back from his thoughtless daze, He quickly wiped the drool (that was now forming quite a puddle on his bed) away, and looked over at the bushy haired Gryffindor. "Well, You know maybe since we have to be stuck here for seven days we could at least try to get to know each other better, so that we might be able to pass this test. I mean I honestly think that I would go crazy if I was forced to do homework in silence twenty four hours a day for an entire week, even someone who enjoys homework as much as I do can only take so much." Draco looked over at her, he was still not completely back to full thinking capacity but even now he was able to see her point.
"Well..." he said finally recovering "... I suppose that might be an ok suggestion. So where should we start, and do you want to share first or should I?" He sounded slightly sarcastic but what he said he had meant in all seriousness.
"Well I guess I can go first. I think we should start from the beginning, let's see... I was born Hermione Marie Satchet at St Mungo's hospital, My parents who were on the run from Voldemort gave me up for adoption. Eventually I was adopted by the Grangers who were told by my parents of my heritage. My real parents were killed by Voldemort shortly after..." Hermione was about to continue her story but was interrupted by Draco who had been sitting their dumbfounded.
"... So...so you aren't a mudblood after all?" He looked so completely surprised that Hermione couldn't help but laugh. She nodded and then proceeded to continue with her story.
"Anyway..." she began "after my real parents were killed and I was adopted by the Grangers I lead a relatively normal life, well until I turned 11 and I received my Hogwart's letter. After I received my letter my foster parents decided that it was a good time to tell me about my true heritage. I took it very well for being so young. I did however still fell as though my foster parents who had raised me since I was a baby were indeed my real parents, true there was no blood relation, but they had raised me, and that's what mattered. That's why I have always referred to myself as a muggle born. In my first year of Hogwarts I met my two best friends, (or at least that was previously the case) of six years. Harry, Ron and I have been through a lot together, and we have always managed to be the best of friends until that is this summer. After the death of Harry's godfather harry changed, he became more aggressive and angrier, he also suffered through a large amount of depression. His depression unfortunately led him to alcohol, which he drank much to often. Finally Harry's drinking lead him to actually hurt someone, that someone being myself. It was a day of back to school shopping and I ran into Harry while I was on my way to get some more parchment and quills for this year. He told me that we were going to go see Ron at Flourish and Blot's. He drug me down a dark alleyway and well you already know what happened after that. When I eventually returned this year to Hogwarts I discovered that I was pregnant with Harry's child. I figured since Ron was my best friend that I should tell him about it, and that maybe he would be able to help me. Unfortunately he wasn't in the least bit helpful and after our argument I decided to perform an abortion charm. The next day after feeling slightly guilty I once again tried to talk to Ron. I told Ron that it had been Harry who had raped me and I told him about the charm. These bits of information merely made things worse between us. And we haven't talked since that day. And so I guess that leads us up to the present then?" She seemed slightly saddened by the end of her story and a lone tear escaped from her eyes. She quickly wiped it away and forced a smile upon her face "So... I guess it's your turn huh?" Draco nodded, he was still trying to process everything Hermione had said... how could someone take all of that suffering over such a short period of time? After a few moments silence Draco began his story.
"Well... I was born Draco Isaac Malfoy to Lucious and Narcissa Malfoy, My mother wanted a family but the only reason that my father saw for my birth was as an heir to the Malfoy throne, which is not a highly coveted position in my personal opinion. My father treated both my mother and myself horribly. My mother was beaten daily, and as soon as I was capable of walking I was beaten as well. He had no reason to beat us, he merely enjoyed it, and found it a good way to get rid of pent up frustration. I had absolutely no friends as a child, not because no one wished to be friends with me, but because my father disapproved of anyone that I felt could be my friend. That being because all of the children my father wanted me to be friends with were the ones that I had absolutely no desire to befriend, such as Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle. The only time I really feel alive is when I'm riding a broomstick. That is the only joy I have in this life. That and my mother, but my mother has been driven to such a point that she barely recognizes me anymore. I am forced to put up a façade around everyone I have ever known other than my mother...and now you, I don't hate mudbloods. I have never hated mudbloods, and in fact I would do almost anything to be one, because that would mean I wouldn't have to live as I do. I really have nothing more to say than that. Thank you for listening to me. You are the first person I have ever been able to say this to. So I'm going to ask you this now. Would it be possible for us to... be friends? I know I've been an obnoxious Prat all of these years and I'm sorry for that. As I said earlier I have never had a true friend before, and I would be honored if you would be my first." Hermione was confused, and utterly bewildered. Was this really Draco Malfoy? The Slytherine bastard that had made her life a living hell for six years. Well no matter what she was thinking there was only one way that she was able to answer his question.
"Yes. I would be glad to be your friend." She smiled sincerely and extended her hand as a sign that she truly meant it. Draco looked at her hand for a moment before grasping it warmly. Both had found a new friend that knew more about them than anyone else and maybe, just maybe these seven days wouldn't be quite so bad after all. The two students said goodnight to the other and wandered over to their respective beds. A new ray of hope that maybe they could survive this year, and maybe they could survive it without intensive mental therapy. But who knows just what can happen in six more days? And what is to become of the two after their time together is up? Will this friendship last? Will the friendship turn into something more? Only the author knows.
It had been an extremely long day, not only for the fact that Hermione had taken all of her least favorite classes that day but also for the fact that she had constantly been worrying about having to spend seven days in a room with Malfoy. Even if it had been revealed to her that Malfoy wasn't quite the prat he seemed to be, or that he had at one point in time 'liked her', she still thoroughly disliked him (or so she thought). Hermione quickly headed over to Dumbledor's office hoping that she wasn't late but dreading her arrival all the same. When she got there once again she was the last to arrive 'Bloody hell' she thought 'How in the world does he get here so fast.'. Before she could ponder this interesting bit of trivia Dumbledor stood and began to lead the two to their new place of residence. After walking for what seemed like ages, they finally appeared in front of a small wooden door.
"This is where you two are to spend the next seven days. I have already explained the terms to you and I expect them to be followed. I would like to wish you good luck, and I hope that you both enjoy your stay. Goodnight." And with that Dumbledor turned around and left, leaving the two students to enter the unfamiliar doorway on their own.
"So who's going to open the door?" Hermione asked in all seriousness. Draco stared at her and then as if finally giving in he turned the handle of the brass knob and pushed the door open, the two students stepped inside. Draco carefully shut the door, then turned to look at the place where he was going to be spending the next week. The room wasn't quite as small as he had feared, although it was no where near as big as he had hoped. It was a Fairly small room with two twin beds on either side of it, Half of the room was decorated in the green and silver of Slytherine and the other half in the red and gold of Gryffindor. All and all the room was adequate. He looked at the slytherine side again and noticed that all of his belongings were already there 'Thank god for small mercies' he thought sarcastically. He looked about the room again his eyes landing upon a small door off to the right, as he began to walk towards the door it became apparent that Hermione had gotten the same idea because she too was walking to the door. This time it was Hermione's turn to open the door. She looked inside, it was obviously the bathroom, it was quite small but homey all the same. Inside the bathroom was a combination Shower/Bath two separate sinks (one of which was painted silver and the other painted gold) there were two toilets (and a urinal for Draco) and there was one rather large mirror that spanned the length of the bathroom wall. After completely exploring their new little home the two students headed silently to their separate halves of the room. Hermione deciding that just about anything was better than speaking with Malfoy decided to work on her potion's essay. Draco apparently thinking along the same lines as hermione got out a book (Quidditch for dummies) and began to read in silence. After four hours of homework and reading, and a complete and utter silence between the two Hermione decided she might as well talk to Malfoy rather than die of boredom from doing this for seven full days.
"Um... Malfoy." Said Hermione, bringing him back from his thoughtless daze, He quickly wiped the drool (that was now forming quite a puddle on his bed) away, and looked over at the bushy haired Gryffindor. "Well, You know maybe since we have to be stuck here for seven days we could at least try to get to know each other better, so that we might be able to pass this test. I mean I honestly think that I would go crazy if I was forced to do homework in silence twenty four hours a day for an entire week, even someone who enjoys homework as much as I do can only take so much." Draco looked over at her, he was still not completely back to full thinking capacity but even now he was able to see her point.
"Well..." he said finally recovering "... I suppose that might be an ok suggestion. So where should we start, and do you want to share first or should I?" He sounded slightly sarcastic but what he said he had meant in all seriousness.
"Well I guess I can go first. I think we should start from the beginning, let's see... I was born Hermione Marie Satchet at St Mungo's hospital, My parents who were on the run from Voldemort gave me up for adoption. Eventually I was adopted by the Grangers who were told by my parents of my heritage. My real parents were killed by Voldemort shortly after..." Hermione was about to continue her story but was interrupted by Draco who had been sitting their dumbfounded.
"... So...so you aren't a mudblood after all?" He looked so completely surprised that Hermione couldn't help but laugh. She nodded and then proceeded to continue with her story.
"Anyway..." she began "after my real parents were killed and I was adopted by the Grangers I lead a relatively normal life, well until I turned 11 and I received my Hogwart's letter. After I received my letter my foster parents decided that it was a good time to tell me about my true heritage. I took it very well for being so young. I did however still fell as though my foster parents who had raised me since I was a baby were indeed my real parents, true there was no blood relation, but they had raised me, and that's what mattered. That's why I have always referred to myself as a muggle born. In my first year of Hogwarts I met my two best friends, (or at least that was previously the case) of six years. Harry, Ron and I have been through a lot together, and we have always managed to be the best of friends until that is this summer. After the death of Harry's godfather harry changed, he became more aggressive and angrier, he also suffered through a large amount of depression. His depression unfortunately led him to alcohol, which he drank much to often. Finally Harry's drinking lead him to actually hurt someone, that someone being myself. It was a day of back to school shopping and I ran into Harry while I was on my way to get some more parchment and quills for this year. He told me that we were going to go see Ron at Flourish and Blot's. He drug me down a dark alleyway and well you already know what happened after that. When I eventually returned this year to Hogwarts I discovered that I was pregnant with Harry's child. I figured since Ron was my best friend that I should tell him about it, and that maybe he would be able to help me. Unfortunately he wasn't in the least bit helpful and after our argument I decided to perform an abortion charm. The next day after feeling slightly guilty I once again tried to talk to Ron. I told Ron that it had been Harry who had raped me and I told him about the charm. These bits of information merely made things worse between us. And we haven't talked since that day. And so I guess that leads us up to the present then?" She seemed slightly saddened by the end of her story and a lone tear escaped from her eyes. She quickly wiped it away and forced a smile upon her face "So... I guess it's your turn huh?" Draco nodded, he was still trying to process everything Hermione had said... how could someone take all of that suffering over such a short period of time? After a few moments silence Draco began his story.
"Well... I was born Draco Isaac Malfoy to Lucious and Narcissa Malfoy, My mother wanted a family but the only reason that my father saw for my birth was as an heir to the Malfoy throne, which is not a highly coveted position in my personal opinion. My father treated both my mother and myself horribly. My mother was beaten daily, and as soon as I was capable of walking I was beaten as well. He had no reason to beat us, he merely enjoyed it, and found it a good way to get rid of pent up frustration. I had absolutely no friends as a child, not because no one wished to be friends with me, but because my father disapproved of anyone that I felt could be my friend. That being because all of the children my father wanted me to be friends with were the ones that I had absolutely no desire to befriend, such as Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle. The only time I really feel alive is when I'm riding a broomstick. That is the only joy I have in this life. That and my mother, but my mother has been driven to such a point that she barely recognizes me anymore. I am forced to put up a façade around everyone I have ever known other than my mother...and now you, I don't hate mudbloods. I have never hated mudbloods, and in fact I would do almost anything to be one, because that would mean I wouldn't have to live as I do. I really have nothing more to say than that. Thank you for listening to me. You are the first person I have ever been able to say this to. So I'm going to ask you this now. Would it be possible for us to... be friends? I know I've been an obnoxious Prat all of these years and I'm sorry for that. As I said earlier I have never had a true friend before, and I would be honored if you would be my first." Hermione was confused, and utterly bewildered. Was this really Draco Malfoy? The Slytherine bastard that had made her life a living hell for six years. Well no matter what she was thinking there was only one way that she was able to answer his question.
"Yes. I would be glad to be your friend." She smiled sincerely and extended her hand as a sign that she truly meant it. Draco looked at her hand for a moment before grasping it warmly. Both had found a new friend that knew more about them than anyone else and maybe, just maybe these seven days wouldn't be quite so bad after all. The two students said goodnight to the other and wandered over to their respective beds. A new ray of hope that maybe they could survive this year, and maybe they could survive it without intensive mental therapy. But who knows just what can happen in six more days? And what is to become of the two after their time together is up? Will this friendship last? Will the friendship turn into something more? Only the author knows.