Glass Dragons 2/?
By: TaCe
Disclaimer in Chapter 1
A/N: EEEEEEEESA YOU ARE THE BEST! I LOOOOOOOOVE YOU GIRL I WILL NOT FORGET WHAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR ME. THIS IS FOR YOU!
A/N 2: After spending the last month and a half working with 20-something 5 and 6 year olds, I have to say that when they really want to, kids can act a lot like Draco and Hermione from Chapter one.
Hermione Granger was lying in her new bed, crying and thinking. She looked around in the dark. She was lying in a four-poster bed, sharing a room with four other girls. She had met Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, but the other two seemed extremely shy, and she hadn't really been paying attention to the sorting ceremony, after she realized.
Draco Malfoy was here. After five years of missing her old friend, some strange twist of fate had brought him back to her. Still, he was different. She had learned that after the feast, when she had attempted to talk to her childhood companion. That was why she was crying so hard.
Thinking back to the incident she should have realized that he'd changed. The look on his face through out the feast, the way he looked at her the one time she had managed to catch his eye. He had looked at her... as though she were trash.
Flashback
"Draco!" Hermione called out. "Draco!"
He turned to look at her. When he saw whom it was, his mask slid into place. "What do you want?" he asked, as though he did not know her.
"Dray, don't you remember me? It's Mione! Remember?"
"Of course I remember," came the cold, calculated reply. "How could I forget having to pretend to be friends with a muggle? And now that you're a muggle born, it shames me further. Do not speak to me like an equal, you bloody Gryffindor."
With that, he turned and left, leaving his old best friend to deal with the product of Draco's confusion, love, and knowledge.
End Flashback
As Hermione Granger cried herself to sleep, she didn't realize why Draco had done as he had. Draco lay in bed, awake like his old friend, thinking of how much it hurt to lie to the one person he truly loved.
Draco Malfoy entered his first class of the year. Potions. He knew the teacher. He knew the teacher would favor him. He just didn't know what in hell he was going to do, to be able to stand lying to Hermione for not one, but two hours straight. He could never tell her the truth. He couldn't even tell his mother that much. All that either of the two women in Draco's life knew was that his father had come for him, in Hermione's case, and that he was spending a lot of time with his son, in his mother's. To 'make up for lost time'. What a load of bullshit.
In truth, Lucius had punished Draco for the time that had been spent away from him. He knew that it was Narcissa's fault, but in spite of Lucius' cruelty and slight insanity, he loved his wife dearly. Instead of punishing her, he punished his child. Psychologically speaking, he inflicted the pain on his son because he wanted to make another version of himself, but better. He wanted to take all of the flaws within himself, within his DNA, passed along to his son, and perfect them. He attempted to teach his boy that muggles and muggle borns, and even half bloods, were lower than him. He failed, however, for he did not know the extent to which his connection to the Granger child stretched. Draco learned, after years of beatings for every slight infraction, to do what his father asked to the dot. However, his sense of self, formed by the bond between himself and Hermione, was never broken.
He had been whipped many a time for crying, to the extent of no longer knowing how to do so, but if he did, he would be sobbing. He knew that in order to save Hermione from his father and the other death eaters, he had to distance himself from her. He was only rude to her because he loved her. In time, he hoped to have her back, but for now, he had to hurt her to save her.
He finally got up and walked over to his trunk, sifting silently through its contents until he found what he was looking for. He climbed back into bed, cradling the tiny glass dragon to his chest, unaware that up in a tower, unseen to his eyes, Hermione had fallen asleep looking very much the same, right down to the dragon cradled gently in her tiny hands.
Hehe that took forever. So sorry about the wait. I will try to update again soon! If you reviewed, here, have a cookie. Draco shaped. Mainly for decoration, but you can eat it if you wanna.
Please R&R!!
By: TaCe
Disclaimer in Chapter 1
A/N: EEEEEEEESA YOU ARE THE BEST! I LOOOOOOOOVE YOU GIRL I WILL NOT FORGET WHAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR ME. THIS IS FOR YOU!
A/N 2: After spending the last month and a half working with 20-something 5 and 6 year olds, I have to say that when they really want to, kids can act a lot like Draco and Hermione from Chapter one.
Hermione Granger was lying in her new bed, crying and thinking. She looked around in the dark. She was lying in a four-poster bed, sharing a room with four other girls. She had met Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, but the other two seemed extremely shy, and she hadn't really been paying attention to the sorting ceremony, after she realized.
Draco Malfoy was here. After five years of missing her old friend, some strange twist of fate had brought him back to her. Still, he was different. She had learned that after the feast, when she had attempted to talk to her childhood companion. That was why she was crying so hard.
Thinking back to the incident she should have realized that he'd changed. The look on his face through out the feast, the way he looked at her the one time she had managed to catch his eye. He had looked at her... as though she were trash.
Flashback
"Draco!" Hermione called out. "Draco!"
He turned to look at her. When he saw whom it was, his mask slid into place. "What do you want?" he asked, as though he did not know her.
"Dray, don't you remember me? It's Mione! Remember?"
"Of course I remember," came the cold, calculated reply. "How could I forget having to pretend to be friends with a muggle? And now that you're a muggle born, it shames me further. Do not speak to me like an equal, you bloody Gryffindor."
With that, he turned and left, leaving his old best friend to deal with the product of Draco's confusion, love, and knowledge.
End Flashback
As Hermione Granger cried herself to sleep, she didn't realize why Draco had done as he had. Draco lay in bed, awake like his old friend, thinking of how much it hurt to lie to the one person he truly loved.
Draco Malfoy entered his first class of the year. Potions. He knew the teacher. He knew the teacher would favor him. He just didn't know what in hell he was going to do, to be able to stand lying to Hermione for not one, but two hours straight. He could never tell her the truth. He couldn't even tell his mother that much. All that either of the two women in Draco's life knew was that his father had come for him, in Hermione's case, and that he was spending a lot of time with his son, in his mother's. To 'make up for lost time'. What a load of bullshit.
In truth, Lucius had punished Draco for the time that had been spent away from him. He knew that it was Narcissa's fault, but in spite of Lucius' cruelty and slight insanity, he loved his wife dearly. Instead of punishing her, he punished his child. Psychologically speaking, he inflicted the pain on his son because he wanted to make another version of himself, but better. He wanted to take all of the flaws within himself, within his DNA, passed along to his son, and perfect them. He attempted to teach his boy that muggles and muggle borns, and even half bloods, were lower than him. He failed, however, for he did not know the extent to which his connection to the Granger child stretched. Draco learned, after years of beatings for every slight infraction, to do what his father asked to the dot. However, his sense of self, formed by the bond between himself and Hermione, was never broken.
He had been whipped many a time for crying, to the extent of no longer knowing how to do so, but if he did, he would be sobbing. He knew that in order to save Hermione from his father and the other death eaters, he had to distance himself from her. He was only rude to her because he loved her. In time, he hoped to have her back, but for now, he had to hurt her to save her.
He finally got up and walked over to his trunk, sifting silently through its contents until he found what he was looking for. He climbed back into bed, cradling the tiny glass dragon to his chest, unaware that up in a tower, unseen to his eyes, Hermione had fallen asleep looking very much the same, right down to the dragon cradled gently in her tiny hands.
Hehe that took forever. So sorry about the wait. I will try to update again soon! If you reviewed, here, have a cookie. Draco shaped. Mainly for decoration, but you can eat it if you wanna.
Please R&R!!