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you?!
Last time: When she reached him, she drew in a raspy breath, and bravely asked, "What do you want from me you bloody bastard?"
Hermione waited for an answer. Finally, one came.
"Now, now there. Is that any way to talk to your father? Your loving father who brought you up affectionately? Your father who cared for you? Your father who loved you? Tsk tsk tsk. The manners of teens these days."
"Well? What do you want? Answer the bloody question! Stop stalling."
"Actually, if you must know, I came to give you this."
With that said, he moved forward a couple of inches so he was just a couple of inches in front of her. Hermione thought he might pull out his knife any minute now, and start slashing her, but oh, how wrong she was. He pulled back his right arm, fist clamped into a fist, and brought it to her jaw, not stopping, making her head snap to the right. Then, he took his left hand, and slapped her, making her head snap to the left this time. She stumbled back, dazed with the sudden pain which she was sure that she had escaped from during the school year. But he was faster, and he pulled her back into the shadows where no one could see them, and he grabbed her wrist harshly, and clamped a large hand over her mouth, preventing her from screaming out, took his other arm, and started strangling her.
She couldn't breathe anymore, and her face was slowly turning red. Her arms were flailing around, and she kneaded him as hard as she could in the nearest spot, which, unfortunately for him, was his groin. He gasped, but his grip didn't loosen. In fact, it seemed to tighten. Finally when she felt like she was about to pass out, he let go of her.
He grabbed her shoulder tightly, and hissed into her ear, "If you tell anyone, you will be sorry. You will be dead by the time I'm finished with you. Watch your mouth."
With that, he shoved her forward, causing her to stumble into the light, and fall on her side. She knew that a fresh bruise was already forming there because his push was so bloody hard. People were looking at her with questions or their face, or just plain disgust. She staggered back through Platform 9¾, and slowly made her way back to the Heads' Compartment.
She walked into the compartment she was to share with the Head Boy, and found, who else, but......
"Malfoy," she spat.
He didn't say anything. She tried to figure out why, by looking at his face. She could feel his steely gaze on her face and her neck. Her face and her neck, her face and her neck, her face and her neck. HER FACE AND HER NECK!
"Shit!" she swore loudly.
She had forgotten to cover up the new wounds, and so now, he could see them. Duh, they were in broad daylight!
"Uhh... I g-gotta go......somewhere to do......something..." she stuttered.
He just stared, eyes wide pale face calm.
"What happened to you?" he whispered his first words to her that day.
"Uhh...."
She racked through her mind, trying to think of a good excuse in time.
"I fell down the stairs." She swore silently to herself. It was the same old, same old. Falling down stairs. Maybe he'll accept that as an answer? Sure hope he does.
"Granger. Really. What happened to you? Who did that to you?" said Malfoy indicating her facial regions.
Never mind about maybe. "I told you. I fell down the stairs." She snapped. Why'd he have to be so fucking smart? Dammit. He'd find out for sure now.
"Granger, I'm not stupid. Stairs don't make hand marks like that on faces, and lines like that on necks."
Silence.
"Well? Are you going to tell me, or am I going to have to find out myself?"
"I already told you. I FELL DOWN THE BLOODY STAIRS!"
Hermione could hear the worry in his voice. He really did care. Maybe she could trust him, and tell him. WAIT! This is MALFOY! A Slytherin, who hates me! Why would he care? She was really hoping that he would accept her answer. Then again, hoping is a dangerous thing to do.
Yes! Draco has changed! For good or for bad? Well, duh. Use your noodle. I'd like reviews. Constructivism still welcome. Thanx! I know people are wondering why she even went back in the first place. It's just the way the damn story goes guys! Plus, she thinks that if she didn't go, he would kill her during the summer, so she decides to go now, and get it over with. Yeah......
I bought my first Yellowcard CD the other day when I was in DC!!!! Woohoo! Yeah! Yellowcard is awesome! Sorry. I just got a little carried away there...
Last time: When she reached him, she drew in a raspy breath, and bravely asked, "What do you want from me you bloody bastard?"
Hermione waited for an answer. Finally, one came.
"Now, now there. Is that any way to talk to your father? Your loving father who brought you up affectionately? Your father who cared for you? Your father who loved you? Tsk tsk tsk. The manners of teens these days."
"Well? What do you want? Answer the bloody question! Stop stalling."
"Actually, if you must know, I came to give you this."
With that said, he moved forward a couple of inches so he was just a couple of inches in front of her. Hermione thought he might pull out his knife any minute now, and start slashing her, but oh, how wrong she was. He pulled back his right arm, fist clamped into a fist, and brought it to her jaw, not stopping, making her head snap to the right. Then, he took his left hand, and slapped her, making her head snap to the left this time. She stumbled back, dazed with the sudden pain which she was sure that she had escaped from during the school year. But he was faster, and he pulled her back into the shadows where no one could see them, and he grabbed her wrist harshly, and clamped a large hand over her mouth, preventing her from screaming out, took his other arm, and started strangling her.
She couldn't breathe anymore, and her face was slowly turning red. Her arms were flailing around, and she kneaded him as hard as she could in the nearest spot, which, unfortunately for him, was his groin. He gasped, but his grip didn't loosen. In fact, it seemed to tighten. Finally when she felt like she was about to pass out, he let go of her.
He grabbed her shoulder tightly, and hissed into her ear, "If you tell anyone, you will be sorry. You will be dead by the time I'm finished with you. Watch your mouth."
With that, he shoved her forward, causing her to stumble into the light, and fall on her side. She knew that a fresh bruise was already forming there because his push was so bloody hard. People were looking at her with questions or their face, or just plain disgust. She staggered back through Platform 9¾, and slowly made her way back to the Heads' Compartment.
She walked into the compartment she was to share with the Head Boy, and found, who else, but......
"Malfoy," she spat.
He didn't say anything. She tried to figure out why, by looking at his face. She could feel his steely gaze on her face and her neck. Her face and her neck, her face and her neck, her face and her neck. HER FACE AND HER NECK!
"Shit!" she swore loudly.
She had forgotten to cover up the new wounds, and so now, he could see them. Duh, they were in broad daylight!
"Uhh... I g-gotta go......somewhere to do......something..." she stuttered.
He just stared, eyes wide pale face calm.
"What happened to you?" he whispered his first words to her that day.
"Uhh...."
She racked through her mind, trying to think of a good excuse in time.
"I fell down the stairs." She swore silently to herself. It was the same old, same old. Falling down stairs. Maybe he'll accept that as an answer? Sure hope he does.
"Granger. Really. What happened to you? Who did that to you?" said Malfoy indicating her facial regions.
Never mind about maybe. "I told you. I fell down the stairs." She snapped. Why'd he have to be so fucking smart? Dammit. He'd find out for sure now.
"Granger, I'm not stupid. Stairs don't make hand marks like that on faces, and lines like that on necks."
Silence.
"Well? Are you going to tell me, or am I going to have to find out myself?"
"I already told you. I FELL DOWN THE BLOODY STAIRS!"
Hermione could hear the worry in his voice. He really did care. Maybe she could trust him, and tell him. WAIT! This is MALFOY! A Slytherin, who hates me! Why would he care? She was really hoping that he would accept her answer. Then again, hoping is a dangerous thing to do.
Yes! Draco has changed! For good or for bad? Well, duh. Use your noodle. I'd like reviews. Constructivism still welcome. Thanx! I know people are wondering why she even went back in the first place. It's just the way the damn story goes guys! Plus, she thinks that if she didn't go, he would kill her during the summer, so she decides to go now, and get it over with. Yeah......
I bought my first Yellowcard CD the other day when I was in DC!!!! Woohoo! Yeah! Yellowcard is awesome! Sorry. I just got a little carried away there...