No words were needed; both of them knew what was going on.
"Why?" Draco asked.
"What do you mean 'why'?" Hermione snapped. "It's none of your business." Draco huffed and tossed them back at her.
"Whatever, it's not my body, why the hell should I care what a stupid mudblood does with herself," He picked himself up off the wet ground and brushed past her. She sat in the puddle of water watching him walk away.
"You have some nerve you know that!" She yelled after him; he trudged on ignoring her bellowing words. "Who the hell do you think you are?" She caught up with him and grabbed his arm; he spun around. They were so close that even the rain droplets couldn't fit between them. She didn't back down from him, her fury burning in her eyes.
"I'm a Malfoy, regardless that my family won't admit to it. So who the hell are you?" He asked, huffing the venomous air out.
"What do you want me to say to that? You're such a bastard. You know that?" Hermione hissed toxically.
"Takes one to know one," Draco replied, he was trying so desperately to suppress his anger; he didn't need to be out on the street again. Hermione was shaking with fury; he knew just how to get to her.
"Where do you come off? Where the hell do you come off? I take you into MY home and this is how you repay me; by snooping in MY business and telling ME how to live MY life! And to think I actually thought you might have changed. What the hell was I thinking then?" Hermione screamed. She pushed herself up onto her tip toes so she was at his eye level. "Honestly, you think after all this time you would have grown up and matured, as if that will ever happen!"
Draco eyed her closely. Did she honestly think she was going to take him on? Especially since he was trying to be nice; though he doubted it came off that way.
"Listen, you filthy littleā¦" He stopped himself. He didn't need this, he turned to walk away but was stopped by her. She placed her hands on his shoulders and boosted herself up to speak to him. She leaned in closely and spoke softly into his ear.
"Say it, go ahead. It doesn't mean anything to me any more," She paused and waited to hear the word from him.
"Mudblood," He jeered into her ear.
"That's what I thought," She paused a moment, breathing deeply. "I want to repay you for that original insult." Draco smirked. What did she think she was going to do? Hit him again? He waited for her to slap him, but it never came. She stayed up at his level and looked him in his eyes. Gripping his shoulders tightly she rammed her knee into his groin. He cringed and fell painfully to the ground "Try to be more creative next time," She smiled. "Love ya," She finished bubbly, waved and stepped over him. She walked away slowly but steadily. She didn't care if he couldn't find his way back, it was his fault.
Draco curled up in a ball as the rain pounded down on his already soaked figure. The pain was slowly easing up. His head began to pound and a memory flashed before his eyes.
He was five and a half and he had just gotten his first broom. He was so happy. His father watched him proudly as he sat down on it; his mother resting in his fathers loving arms. Draco kicked up from the ground and hovered gracefully. He looked over and smiled at his dad, who gave him thumbs up. Draco turned that handle of the broom and with great ease it turned. He didn't expect the amount of power that it had, and it shot towards his parents. He couldn't stop it and ran right into his mother, knocking her down to the brick walk way. He was so upset; he didn't even mean to do it. His father ripped him off the broom and tore off towards the den, carrying him the whole way. Draco was so scared. His father tossed him onto the floor and slammed his fists on the desk.
"How could you do that?" His father bellowed. "What were you thinking? Knocking your poor, fragile mother down like that!" His father didn't wait for a response; he whipped out his cane and pointed it at his son. "Don't you dare cry!" He pounded down on him. Draco wailed in pain, his fathers words meant nothing to him. He had never done anything like this to him before. Draco crawled towards the door trying desperately to escape, but he couldn't. When his father was done his father only said one thing to him. "That was for your own good." He left Draco bloody and crying.
Draco's eyes stung with tears and blood poured out of his nose. His eyes began to glaze over. A figure towered over him; rain still haphazardly pounding down on him. The figure didn't speak. It only gently wiped the blood away from his mouth. The figure sat him up and then began to speak.
"Hang on," It said softly. Draco couldn't remember a thing past that because he passed out.
Hermione couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving him; it was in her nature to feel that way. He did deserve what he got, but she didn't have to leave him. She stopped and stood there for a moment. She couldn't get mad at him because her job was something he didn't approve of. Though without this job they couldn't eat, or have power, or have hot water. She was doing him a huge favor by selling herself. Even though it provided all these things it didn't make the thought of those men any more appealing. She hated her job and only did it for her dad, her and now Draco. She groaned loudly and stormed back to where she left him.
He was lying on the ground twitching and bleeding, his eyes were clenched tightly together. She shook him until his eyes shot open he stared at her. They were being to glaze over; blood was pouring from his nose and in a matter of moments he could pass out. She wiped away as much blood as she could. She sat him up, trying to think of some way to help him.
"Hang on," She said softly. His head fell indolently to the side and he passed out. Hermione racked her brain for something she could do. She picked him up; struggling under the weight she shuffled vigilantly back towards her house. They were pretty close to her house, only a few blocks away, but it seemed like an eternity. She couldn't carry him the whole way, they wouldn't make it. She laid him down on the park bench. She took off her sweatshirt and rolled it into a pillow.
"The asshole, all he had to do was keep his mouth shut and we wouldn't be in this situation," She thought angrily. The bleeding had slowed slightly, but the little color his skin held was draining quickly from it. She tilted his head back slightly and pinched the bridge of his nose. His breathing had become sporadic and only quick gulps of air. It seemed like forever before the bleeding completely subsided and his breathing became normal. She slumped to the ground and watched as the storm disappeared from the sky.
Draco began to cough frantically; blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth. He keeled over the edge of the bench. Hermione knew better than to pat someone's back when they were coughing like that, she just waited until he was done and he fell back against the bench. He held his throat loosely and breathed deeply. Draco had a lot of explaining to do when they got back to the house.
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