So he told her. He told her about himself taking a walk. And how
the centaur saved her life. And how he couldn't kill her. This was all
still so fresh in his memory it hurt. The fact was that he still did not
understand why she was here. He should of left her there to die, if not
kill her himself. It wasn't possible for him to need someone so much as to
let things go this far. After he was finished she wore the same, almost
compassionate, expression she had before.
"And you?" she said.
"Me what?"
"What did your father ever do to you?"
"Who said my father ever did anything to me?" She was definitely to smart for her own good.
"You didn't even flinch when he died, you said yourself. Did he hurt you?"
What did she have eyes that could see into your soul? "It doesn't matter Granger."
"It does matter," she said.
"Shut it Granger," he did not want to talk about this.
"Draco just tell me."
"He beat me every fucking night of my life!" he screamed and stood up. "My mother couldn't do anything to help me, and he wouldn't stop!"
She stood up, naked and wet, and stepped out of the tub quickly wrapping her arms around him. He hugged her back, but had no idea why. He didn't even know why he had told her. He buried his face down into her shoulder and breathed in the sweet smell of her wet hair. Her face was buried in his robes near his upper chest. He could feel tears on his neck and he knew she was crying.
"I'm sorry, Draco," she cried he kept silent and held her close.
They stood there for what seemed like hours, but maybe only a few minutes. Finally she started to shiver again and he remembered the things from his trip outside.
"Come then, I got you some clothes." He let go and without looking at her he walked out of the room. She grabbed a dingy towel and followed him.
He pulled out a simple black robe and tossed it on the couch. Then pulled out lacy thong and a see through bra.
She stood there with her hands on her hips, "You must be kidding right."
He gave an unsure smirk. "I'm sorry but I do not often shop for women's undergarments."
"Those are not undergarments, that is a piece of string and some tissue." She was surprised when he actually laughed at this.
"I do not know what to tell you, unless you would like to wear my underwear." he had only said it as a joke but she had came up to the bag next to him and rummaged through it to find two pairs of underwear, white ones.
"This will do," she said and dropped the other pair back into the sack.
He stood there with his mouth still open as she strutted herself back into the bathroom. What was he thinking, helping her? He didn't care he just wanted her to be his and only his. When did this happen?
AN: Sorry bout that, Apollina2, anyway sorry again about the length. I do try to update everyday though, so maybe I should be forgiven? Review please! Or I'll go on strike! (he he I'm not kidding.) Ideas are very welcome, and so is criticism! Thank you to all my reviewers, I love you *tears form in eyes but are blinked away* and email me at animal90us@aol.com.
"And you?" she said.
"Me what?"
"What did your father ever do to you?"
"Who said my father ever did anything to me?" She was definitely to smart for her own good.
"You didn't even flinch when he died, you said yourself. Did he hurt you?"
What did she have eyes that could see into your soul? "It doesn't matter Granger."
"It does matter," she said.
"Shut it Granger," he did not want to talk about this.
"Draco just tell me."
"He beat me every fucking night of my life!" he screamed and stood up. "My mother couldn't do anything to help me, and he wouldn't stop!"
She stood up, naked and wet, and stepped out of the tub quickly wrapping her arms around him. He hugged her back, but had no idea why. He didn't even know why he had told her. He buried his face down into her shoulder and breathed in the sweet smell of her wet hair. Her face was buried in his robes near his upper chest. He could feel tears on his neck and he knew she was crying.
"I'm sorry, Draco," she cried he kept silent and held her close.
They stood there for what seemed like hours, but maybe only a few minutes. Finally she started to shiver again and he remembered the things from his trip outside.
"Come then, I got you some clothes." He let go and without looking at her he walked out of the room. She grabbed a dingy towel and followed him.
He pulled out a simple black robe and tossed it on the couch. Then pulled out lacy thong and a see through bra.
She stood there with her hands on her hips, "You must be kidding right."
He gave an unsure smirk. "I'm sorry but I do not often shop for women's undergarments."
"Those are not undergarments, that is a piece of string and some tissue." She was surprised when he actually laughed at this.
"I do not know what to tell you, unless you would like to wear my underwear." he had only said it as a joke but she had came up to the bag next to him and rummaged through it to find two pairs of underwear, white ones.
"This will do," she said and dropped the other pair back into the sack.
He stood there with his mouth still open as she strutted herself back into the bathroom. What was he thinking, helping her? He didn't care he just wanted her to be his and only his. When did this happen?
AN: Sorry bout that, Apollina2, anyway sorry again about the length. I do try to update everyday though, so maybe I should be forgiven? Review please! Or I'll go on strike! (he he I'm not kidding.) Ideas are very welcome, and so is criticism! Thank you to all my reviewers, I love you *tears form in eyes but are blinked away* and email me at animal90us@aol.com.