Disclaimer- I cant afford rent this month. I do not own Harry Potter.
Hermione managed to finish her Charms essay within an hour. It wasn't a difficult essay, considering that this was their NEWT year. Hermione has expected something a lot worse.
She couldn't keep her mind off Draco. Had he actually apologized to her? What would make him do that? And what was he singing?
Hermione was still thinking about him when she walked up to her dorm portrait where Crysania was sitting.
"Hello Hermione. How are you?" Crysania asked in her beautiful voice.
"I'm okay. How are you?" Hermione replied, hoping that she sounded just as pretty as her portrait.
"I'm always the same. I am me. Mr. Draco is in there. He seems to be upset. After you left before, he had a rather interesting conversation with himself. He seems to be upset about something that he had said. Just forewarning you now, dear"
"Thank you Crysania, Ill see if I can talk to him about it." Hermione said. "Cold" She walked in, and to her surprise, Draco was nowhere to be found. He must have been in his room, since, by the looks of it, no one had been in the common room for some time as the fire was nearly out.
Hermione walked to the fire and rekindled it. The fire was soon blazing. Hermione sat down on her couch, with her gold blanket, and stared at the fire.
'Funny how something so beautiful and warm can be so dangerous. Then again, I suppose that nothing is truly good." Hermione thought, thinking back to her summer.
Flashback- July 24th"Well, if it isn't little Miss fucking perfect? All alone I see. What's wrong? Daddy isn't here to save you now is he?" Tara said, circling her with the 3 other girls.
"Yes, she does seem to be alone, and afraid. I can smell it. Wouldn't it be such a shame if something happened to her?" Sherri said.
"I'm not afraid!!" Hermione almost shrieked. In fact, she was afraid. These girls had hated her for years, and when they found out that she was going to private school, they seemed to loathe her even more. They wanted to ruin Hermione, and she had no idea why.
"Yes you are, you little slut." Danielle cooed. "Do you know what we do to little sluts like you? You don't? Well, lets show you, shall we? Tara, get the boys."
Three boys showed up, almost instantly, in front of Hermione....they began to rip and tear at her clothing.....taking theirs off at the same time.....
End flashbackLittle did she realize, Hermione was crying. She didn't know what else to do. She couldn't seem to remember to forget. Her life had been ruined that day. The only good thing that happened is that she fought back. She caused damage, and shed be dammed if she was going to let that happen again.
The tears didn't seem to want to stop. She remembered what it was like to have them touching her, trying to kiss her, feeling her, ripping her, making her bleed. She shuddered. She remembered it all with such clarity, that it physically hurt. She couldn't make the pain go away. She had tried to talk to her parents, but they were of no use. She couldn't tell Harry or Ron, she didn't want them to know that she was damaged. Hermione cried until it hurt, and couldn't stop, even after that.
That was how Draco found Hermione, hours later. Wrapped in a blanket, tears streaming own her face, the fire nearly out. He walked over to the fireplace, stoked the fire, and went to sit next to Hermione. He sat down on her couch, which he knew was quite daring of him, but she needed to be comforted.
"Hermione. Did you want to talk about it?" Draco asked quietly.
She looked over at him, and to her surprise, he seemed sincere. He genuinely looked like he wanted to help her. She wiped the tears from her face, and turned to face him.
"No, Malfoy I do not want to talk about it. Especially not with someone who doesn't need me, or even wants me around. Don't worry, one day, you'll get your wish." Hermione said quietly, getting up.
"Hermione- I didn't mean it that....." Hermione had just stalked up the stairs, and didn't hear the rest of what he had to say.
Hermione threw herself on her bed, and cried some more. How dare he pretend that he cares? That stupid ferret face, what an asshole. Trying to get her secrets out of her. Probably to tell the whole school. Nope, Hermione Granger was smarter then that. She was the smarted witch in the school. He wasn't going to get her that easily.
"The innocence she feels, everybody else contains. It's lost. It's gone, but I guess it doesn't matter anyway. Reach in, rip apart the inner fibers of her soul"
Hermione could feel herself breaking down. Her mind was going to give in to her emotions. She felt so worthless, and lost. She cried.
'Try to convince me that you care. Defined by your power. Defined by her body. Defined, redefined, fucked, torture and, discarded. Possessed and broken, she cries. She will never feel the same. She will never feel quite right.'
Hermione fell asleep some hours later, tears in her eyes exhausted.
Draco couldn't understand what he had done wrong. He asked her what was wrong, and he actually did want to know. He couldn't understand why someone so beautiful could be so sad. When he saw her, it broke his heart to see someone look as depressed as he felt.
He had to admit that they had never been friends before, and that he had been very mean to her. Then again, he was going to try this year, or so he had told himself. He wasn't his father. He wasn't Voldemort. He would never be them. He knew this now, and wanted to prove it o other people. This was turning out to be quite an issue though, since the person that he kept trying on kept running away.
He wanted to give up, but he knew that if he didn't have anything to try for anymore, he would just cease to exist. There would be nothing left for him. He would be an empty shell, and no matter what he felt now, he knew that somehow, someday, things would get better. They had to. Other wise, he couldn't go on. There would be nothing.
He fell asleep, unknowingly, at the same time as Hermione, thinking of what had made her so sad. He slept, knowing full well that he would have that dream again. Knowing that no matter what happened, he would always be haunted by that dream. That memory. That nightmare.
end transmission
Hermione- Mistess, when do we get to hear about the dream?
Draco-Hopefully never.
Hermione- bah, i wanna know. So, mistress, do we get to know? Mistress?
Draco- the damn girl is off knitting those house scarves again.
Hermione- AGAIN??? Jeez, no wonder her arthritus is bad.
Draco- I dont see why she doesnt just buy one.
Hermione- because, jerk, shes knitting them to sell to people.
Draco- oh. I guess Im the asshole.
