Ok, more chppy-ness... LE WOOT
"So...You want to know? About my bitch of a mother?" Draco nodded, Surprised at her language.
"Fine... Lets start from the beggining shall we?" Hermione let out a little cough, and began. "None of this started until the summer after our third year. First the fights, then the leaving... Then, the drinking. Mother, Anneliese, Would leave after a fight with my dad, Robert. (Sorry, I don't remember His name...bare with me here...) Well, she would go to this little pub, Called sleepy hollow, and would always come home drunk...and if she was in a violent mood... I would be the rag doll. Funny thing is... She's best at mind games. One night when she came home, she yelled for me to come out, so we could "Talk" But I had bought a door lock. So I yelled at to stop using me as a rag doll... Two weeks later, for my Birthday, she bought me perfume... called Rag Doll...She's evil... she's my own personal Voldemort." Hermione let the scilent tears run.
"Did your father know?" Draco asked.
"No... he never did... and her will NEVER know...never..." Hermione looked back to the fire.
"I have to go live with her... for the whole summer, when I get home..." Hermione whispered.
"No you don't...you could go with your dad... couldn't you?" Draco suggested.
"The courts have already settled this matter... There would be no point in asking... If I go to my dad's, the Muggle Police will arrest him for Kidnapping me... Then what?" Hermione turned to Draco.
"Then...stay here... there's not a lot muggles can do to hogwarts...or anyone for that matter." Draco looked into her eyes. She seemed like a poor little kitten, one that he needed to take in, and to keep safe...but how?
"I don't know... Wait...what the heck do you care?" She asked, her face scrunched in thought.
"Because I just do, is it so hard to just accept that? If it is, then I think I'll just mosie up to my room, and forget this ever-"
"No," Hermione said, standing up to start pacing the lenghts of the fire place, "I'm sorry, it's just that, You have never been niceto me, but this year, it's... It's just a little weird..." Hermione looked back into the deep burning embers of the fire.
"No need to apaologize. I haven't changed... you just intreauge me... That's all." Draco stared at her for a few moments, before turning has gaze to the window.
"Oh, Well thats bloody brilliant. You just make me want to open up to you." Hermione growled, turning her attention to the hem of her skirt.
"Hey, that's what I'm here for, so, as you where saying?" Draco stared at her intensly as she paced back and forth, "Would you mind stopping that? Your making me nervous just looking at you."
"Then don't look at me. Now, The police would take him to jail, full custody for mother, and then were all screwed. And if I don't just show up...then everyone would think that I was kidnapped. Then that would mean they would have to do a report on me, including my interests, friends...and school." Hermione shot Draco a glance.
"It seems as though we have hit a brick wall then... I wouldn't even begin to imagine what ou have to go through at home. For me...well, Father and mother stay away from me, visa- versa. So I don't have much trouble." Draco slowly stood and walked to the place where she had stopped pacing. Hermione looked up into him Silver Grey eyes. They looked as though someone had melted silver and poured them into a perfect circle. Draco's voice sliced through her thought's.
"Hermione, I don't know what is really going on here... but I would really like to find out." He studied every inch of her face. From the shape of her nose, to the curves of her cheeks. How could someone he'd known for almost six years, just suddenly start to become beautiful, or had his byists just sheilded him from the real her?
"What do you mean what's really going on here? Do you not beleive me?" Hermione looked hurt beyon all reason, as if her father had just hit her.
"No, I meant here...and now...with...us." Draco, if it where possible, moved in a little closer.
"Oh..." Was all she could muster from her already dry mouth.
"Look, I really don't know what to think, I've been confused about everything latley, Voldemort, school, you... You see? your not the only one with issues in here... But you do need to know one thing that I am certaint of... I am torn, and I don't think anything could put me back together, except, to know how I feel. Hermione.." Draco trailed off. Hermione got the point. He was asking, in his odd little schoolboy way, to kiss her. Even through her drunken fog she realized this. -What the hell, you only live once- She thought.
Hermione looked back into his eyes. With a sudden movment, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips onto his.
Yes... Yes... Yes... I AM the Epitamy of all evil... so hey... It is all good. But the short chapter is due to the fact that SUMMER VACATION HAS STARTED BIATCHES! WOOT! Ok then... I shoudl have the next chapter within the week.
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