Glass Dragons 3/?

By Tacy

Rating: PG13

Pairing: Draco/Hermione

Disclaimer: see chapter 1

Dedication: Hoo boy… this one's for LILLIAN. It's also for ASHLEE SIMPSON because we love her. And last, but not least, the COLOR PURPLE!!! That's right. No colours here in America…

A/N: Since it took me so long, Eesa (reflectivelvet) wrote me a new chapter for it. Hers goes like this:

11-year-old Draco was a horny one. Since he already knew Hermione, he decided to screw her. Her stole Harry's invisibility cloak (which Harry hasn't gotten) and uses it to follow Hermione into her bedchamber. Then he screwed her silly. The END.

Oh, also, when Draco turned 15, Hermione died and Draco was sad so he started screwing Harry

And THAT'S the end.

Yay. :-)

Anyways… that's not happening, babe. On with the real story.

Draco's eyes opened to greet the new day. He could not believe that he had already suffered through a month of this torture, this lie. Every day, he did his best to make the only person in the school he cared about cry, and every night he paid for it, deep in his own mind, unreachable by his roommates. He was always the last to fall asleep, and always the first to awaken. He had not had a good night's sleep in years, but the past month had been the hardest of his life.

Draco's mask was breaking, and he knew it. She was destroying his walls, crumbling his barriers, erected with the sole purpose of protecting her from him. He knew that he would not last much longer without telling her at least part of the truth.

Far from the Slytherin dorms, Hermione was also wide-awake. She had a headache from crying, and had decided to take a shower. She couldn't take much more of this torture. She didn't know what she was going to do about it, but she couldn't take it anymore. She picked up the tiny dragon sitting on her bedside table and hugged it to her chest lightly, before mentally becoming her character. She didn't know whom else to be anymore, without Draco. She didn't really know who she was.

It was Halloween, but neither of the students wanted to celebrate. They glided through the day in a haze of confusion and depression, each giving the other hopeful looks when their backs were turned, but both were only becoming more miserable by the moment.

Needless to say, Hermione's day had very few ways that it could get worse. However, one of them was by being talked about behind her back in a less than friendly way. So when Harry and Ron's words carried to her ears, she lost it, running to the bathroom sobbing. The poor girl had a right.

In the great hall, all hell had broken loose. After Quirrel's announcement, everyone had lost their heads, Slytherins included. Draco was searching desperately for Hermione, but she was nowhere to be seen. The prefects began ushering people towards their dorms at Dumbledore's order, but Draco was frozen to his spot, his searching becoming more and more frantic, until one of the prefects grabbed him and dragged him out of the Great Hall. If something happened to her, this prefect was going to pay.

(after the incident)

Draco was furious. Word had it that the troll had tried to attack Hermione in the lavatory, only to be stopped by Potter and Weasley. Draco just knew that they were why she'd been there, too. He knew he was a large part of it, but he felt certain they were too, and it infuriated him.

But first, he had to admit that he was relieved she was okay. And that if anything happened to her again, it would destroy him. He excused himself for bed, needing quiet to consider the choice ahead of him.

(later that night)

Draco awoke sharply from his nightmare. Hermione's tear stained cheeks were still vivid in his mind, her voice echoing softly in his ears, 'where were you? I hate you.'

Draco knew what his choice must be.

Hermione couldn't sleep. She had had a horrible day, and now she was having an awful night. She couldn't believe Harry and Ron. Not two hours ago they were quietly insulting her, and now they were her best friends. She hated people. They just sucked, and that's all there was to it.

Hermione was brought out of her inner turmoil by the tapping of an owl on the window. 'How strange,' she thought. 'Who sends an owl at this time of night?' She got up and let it in, taking its burden and letting it back out. She stared in shock at her own name on the envelope in her hands. She opened in slowly, warily, and found just a small slip of parchment within. It simply read, 'Mione, Astronomy tower, 12:30.' It was signed… "Dray?" she whispered into the silence of her dorm. She looked at the magical clock on the wall, which read 12:15. She was glad she was wearing her muggle pajamas, for she didn't have to change from the comfy pajama bottoms and tank top. She pulled her robe over them, and slid her feet into her slippers, before walking silently out of the dorm.

When she got to the Astronomy tower, he was waiting for her. He ran to her and swept her into his arms, burying his face in her beautiful hair, relishing the feel of her hugging him back. They took comfort in each other, just as they had as six-year-olds, and Hermione knew that neither of them had been this happy since their separation 5 years earlier. They did not move for what felt like hours. When they both felt strong enough, the broke apart, smiling and holding hands. Both sat on the ground, and Hermione gathered her newfound strength and began her questions.

"Draco, what… what happened to you?"

"Had to ask the hard one, didn't you, MyMy?" he paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, before he decided to just let it flow. "As I'm sure the Gryffindors have told you, my father is an evil bastard. My mother told me quite the same thing as a child, only slightly kinder, and let me tell you, it is the truth." As Draco told Hermione of the five years he had spent in captivity within his own home, she pulled him once again into her arms. By the end, she was crying, and they sat in silence for quite a while.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do, Mione. He'll kill you, now that you know. I never should have told you."

"So we pretend," she murmured into his hair. He pulled away to look at her, and she smiled up at him from her place tucked under him arm before elaborating. "We go on like we hate one another, just as we have this past month. We'll meet at night, and we can still be friends, and in the day, it's a game. Who can get the other the most riled up. And they'll believe us, because what else do they have to believe?"

Draco smiled happily at her. "You know, that just might work."

A/N: wow that took forever. I PROMISE I will update before January is over!! PROMISE!!!!!!! Please bother me until I update!!!

And yes, it's short, but it's my mom's birthday! I will have a longer chapter up in under a MONTH!