Chapter 4
Change
Disclaimer: Although I wish that I owned Harry or Ron or Draco, I do not own a thing
Later that night, when the billions of sparkling stars and the giant glowing moon appeared in the sky, Draco sat at his window, the coolness of the breeze brushing through his hair.
"What's wrong with you, Draco? Why can't you stop thinking about her?" Draco asked himself as he stared endlessly out his window.
"She's a Mudblood, Draco. You hate Mudbloods. Why can't you see that? What's so different about her now? She's still the same Hermione Granger that you have tormented since the first day at Hogwarts. You're a Malfoy, Draco."
Those words echoed through Draco's head. "You're a Malfoy, Draco."
Draco ran his hand through his hair. "Do I really have to be like my father and all of his fathers before him? I don't have to be as evil and cold-hearted as them. I can change."
Draco dropped his head on the windowsill. "I'm kidding myself if I think I can change. My father is too clever. He would know something's up. Who knows what he would do to me if he ever discovered my feelings for Hermione?"
Draco slowly picked up his head and looked down at his arms. The many bruises and scars spread across his arms were a reminder of how horrid his father was to him. They were a memory that Draco did not want to remember. He had received the bruises and scars the night after his father killed his mother.
Flashback:
"Draco darling, I'm fine, really. Please, could you leave your father and I to talk?" Narcissa asked kindly.
Draco knew something was wrong. He could see it in her eyes.
"Do as your mother tells you, Draco." Lucius comanded
Draco took one last look at his mother before stepping out the door and closing it behind him. Draco dropped to the floor next to the door. He could feel it coming. He knew that he would never see his mother again.
A few minutes later, Draco heard his father scream out the spell that he never wanted to hear. Lucius had used none other than the killing spell; Avada Kedavra.
Draco pulled his knees to his chest and began to weep into his palms.
Narcissa was everything to Draco. She was his only friend, the only person that truly understood him. Now, everything was different. That special bond that they had was destroyed and from that day on, nothing else mattered to Draco. That day, the day that his mother was taken away from him, was the day that Draco decided that he wanted nothing to with love.
After that day, Draco was the one who took the beatings from his father. Draco was the reason that his father had a bad day. Lucius always found an excuse to let his anger out on Draco.
A tear trickled down Draco's eye as he softly traced each scar with his finger.
"My father has controlled my for too long. He thinks that I am going to let him treat me like his slave. Not anymore. He has taken the one thing that I loved most and he thinks that I am going to choose the same bloody path that he chose. Never again will I listen to him."
Draco looked up at the twinkling stars in search for his mothers star. When Draco was younger, his mother would take him out on the balcony and read to him under the stars. Being there with his mother was always comforting and tonight, as he watched the stars from his window, he felt as warm and safe as he did in his mothers arms.
Draco closed his eyes as the cool night breeze blew through his window. It was then, at that very moment, that he knew what he had to do. If Draco wanted to change his ways, he would need Hermione to help him.
Draco pulled a piece of parchment and a pen from his desk and began to write a letter to Hermione.
A/N: You know, I think this is probably my favorite chapter so far. Once again, big thanks and cookies to everyone that reviews (I love cookies :D)! Depressionisanillusion gets a great big pile of cookies for making me laugh.
Love,
Jess
