Disclaimer: Not owning HP and will never own it.
A/n: Here's chapter four. I'm not really sure in this part but when my parents brought me to the sea shore to watch the sunset, I just suddenly thought of this part. Enjoy!
By: aningme
Anger Management
Chapter 4
Hermione's POV
I didn't know what I was doing. I was breaking the curfew rule with him. But then, he looked so sure of what he was doing so I went on with him. I got scared of course. I don't want another detention or anything.
"Trust me. For once."
He seemed to be reading my mind. Do I look really that scared?
I just watched him as he grabbed his broom from his compartment. "What do we need a broom for!" I almost shrieked. I hated flying. I'm not scared of heights or anything but I am scared of flying, ever since the war...
"Just trust me."
Trust him. Well, that's the only thing I can do now, isn't it? Only if we don't have a chain tied on our wrists, I would have run away from him.
As we walked through the open field, he set the broom in front of him and rode on it. He then turned to me and smiled.
"You're not afraid of flying, are you?" He smirked. I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"Of course not." I said. But I was actually shaking to the bone now.
"Alright then. Hop on." I hesitated, of course. How the hell am I supposed to trust the man who tortured us for what, six years! "Hold on." He muttered, slowly wrapping my arms around him.
I felt awkward at first. I was really close to him. Damn that chain. If I could just crush it and run away from this stupid broom. But no, I am stuck with him, our arms twisted around him. His chained left hand was holding my chained right hand as he started off.
As my feet left the ground, I suddenly clutched my arms around him tighter. I shut my eyes and never wanted to open them again.
"Hey, look." He said, holding my hand tighter. I tried to force myself to look but I was really scared.
"I... I can't..." I stammered, feeling so ashamed of myself.
"C'mon, I won't let you go." He said. His voice seemed so assuring. So I tried my best to gather the courage to open my eyes. And when I did, he was smiling at me.
"Go on. Look."
I stared at where his gaze was. It was beautiful. The moon was blanketed with white clouds, the trees ahead us was swaying gracefully as the snowy wind eddied around them. The breeze suddenly felt comfortingly cool. And the stars above seemed twinkling at us.
But then as I looked below, I saw the frozen waters. I got scared again. It seemed like the white blanket of water will swallow us. I tightened my grip on him again.
"I won't let you go." He mumbled. I was near to sobbing when I felt his hand hold mine. He's been holding it for a while now. And it felt nice. "We're almost there."
"Where are we going?" I asked again.
"You'll see." He muttered.
After a while, I suddenly felt my feet on the snowy ground. I felt really grateful being on land.
As he went off the broom, he looked at me and chuckled. "C'mon. We're here. It's over."
I looked down on myself and found my free hand holding tightly on the broom. My other hand was with him. As he helped me get down, I was still shaking.
"You said you weren't afraid of flying." He said and set the broom down.
"I wasn't!" I insisted. But then, I found myself laughing.
He laughed too. "Follow me."
I just nodded and walked with him.
Walking further, I was suddenly stunned with what I saw. We were standing on the edge of a cliff. And I could see Hogwarts and the rest of the forbidden forest ahead.
"Wow..." I suddenly uttered, watching the trees below dance with the wind. I watched as birds fly above with the stars. The moon was glowing beautifully above us. And the wind was caressing our cheeks with its cool breeze. I was so dazed that I didn't realize my arms reaching out to the sky. I felt so great. I forgot all the troubles I had. I forgot all the worries in my mind before. I was free.
As I contented my self with a big gulp of fresh air, I looked at him and smiled. He smiled back at me and sat down on the snowy edge of the cliff.
I followed him too and sat beside him, dangling my legs on air.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.
"Yeah. Very beautiful." I agreed and threw myself on the grass, lying down to have a better view of the sky.
He lay down beside me. "I always come here at night, before dawn." He started. "I rarely spend my nights in my dormitory."
"Aren't you afraid of Filch? You might get caught."
"Nah. He's too lazy to check here." We both laughed. I turned to him and smiled.
"You're different."
He just smiled and stared at the stars. "I'm too tired of pretending. It takes so much out of me to pretend."
I stared at him. "Pretending to be what?"
He paused. He suddenly sat up and tucked his knees in his chest, wrapping his free arm around them.
"I'm sorry." I started, sitting up beside him. "I shouldn't have asked that."
"No, it's alright." He suddenly interjected. "I've always pretended to be alright. To be so smart and wise... and powerful like my father."
I kept quiet.
"He trained me to be like him. To be cold, to be brave. I thought he was perfect. And that I should be like him. But now, I know that all that I have known ever since I was born... was all a lie."
I didn't know what to say. What I should do. "You shouldn't think that." I uttered suddenly. I had to say something. "Your parents might be a little scary and dark sided but, they still love you."
"Love me?" He asked. He seemed to laugh at it. "They love me? They don't know what love is."
"We wouldn't know, would we?" I countered. "I mean, do you think your mother would marry your father if they don't love each other?"
"It's just a matter of having a family. But they don't really love each other." He muttered. "He killed my mother."
That shut my mouth. I have forgotten.
"I'm too tired of it. I just want to be me. Just a typical boy named Draco Malfoy."
"Then be yourself."
He turned to me. "What?"
"Be yourself. Show everybody who you really are."
"It's not that easy." He pointed out.
"I know. But at least you could try." I insisted.
He just kept quiet and watched the flying birds around us.
I can't help it but stare at him. I couldn't believe this was the real Draco Malfoy. I thought he was just a bastard. But now, he was a different person.
Observing him, I realized there were tears in his eyes. He was trying to hide it from me by looking away from me. I touched his face and turned it to me. He stared at me in horror and tried to look away. But I held him tighter.
"Don't be ashamed of tears." I whispered to him. "It's alright to cry, Draco..."
Before I knew it, he was in my arms, crying. We stayed that way most of the whole night. I wanted to heal his wounds. I wanted to heal his sorrows. I wanted to be with him and make him happy. I wanted to be there for him.
Holding him close, I could smell the vanilla shampoo he used a while ago. His hair seemed like silver with the refection of the light of the moon. His eyes seemed like diamonds soaked in tears. His face seemed like an angel, broken and hurt. His muscled body seemed weak, shaking and shivering from fear and pain. I held him tight, not wanting to let go.
"I'm... sorry..." He suddenly muttered as his tears lowered down.
"No... It's nothing."
"I'm sorry for hurting you... For being a bastard... For always torturing you and—"
"Shh... Don't worry about it..." I assured, holding him tighter and closing my eyes.
Suddenly, I felt something warm on my cheek. I reached up my hand and found his, caressing my cheek. He suddenly straightened up and leaned over me, kissing me ever so gently.
That night, he didn't just show me the wonderful scenery of the forbidden forest and the great Hogwarts Castle during holidays. He also showed me who he really was, who Draco Malfoy was.
A/n: Do you think it's unfair for Draco to not have a POV while Hermione does? Well, I guess I'll make Draco's POV on the Fifth Chapter. Anyway, please review! Please... I just want to know if I'm doing fine...
