Chapter 26
Author's Note: Wow…has it really been that long since I updated?!?! Well…hopefully it won't take me that long to update again.
Disclaimer: As always…I don't own anything in the Harry Potter universe.
So after Hermione and Becca had calmed down and regained a normal breathing pattern, Ron and Becca had left the room to spend the rest of the afternoon together. Hermione and Draco were now cuddling on the couch discussing the Christmas break plans.
"So Draco, since I'll be visiting the Wizarding world…will you take me to your home?"
"I really don't know if that would be a good idea, Hermione."
"Please Draco, I'd really like to see where you grew up. What could be so bad about it?"
"I never really told you the full story of my past home life. The mansion holds a lot of bad memories for me…memories that I've since then pushed to the back of my mind."
Hermione turned around on the couch so that she would be facing Draco. And as she looked into his eyes, they seemed to be clouded as if he were trying to cover up his true feelings.
As she spoke, she raised her hand to his cheek, allowing her warmth to defrost his cold exterior before lowering her hand. "Draco, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to raise such a horrible subject for you. I completely understand if you don't feel like sharing your past with me…but I would like to hear it someday when you're ready. If I'm going to be with you Draco, I want to be with ALL of you…your past, present, and future."
"I want to tell you Hermione but you have to promise me that you won't interrupt me. And I don't want your pity…that's the last thing I want from you or anybody."
"Alright…I promise."
"I guess I should go back to early childhood, before my days at Hogwarts. I was 7 years old and had just gotten my first real flying broom, and I was so excited and wanted to go flying right away. But my father wanted me to take proper flying lessons before I tried flying on my own. But being the spoiled brat that I was, I wanted to go flying right then. The next day while my father was gone I asked my mother to take me outside so I could fly, under her supervision of course…and she agreed. Before I knew what was happening I had crashed into a big oak tree and had managed to get a deep cut on my right side. My mother rushed me into the house to try and administer potions to heal and completely conceal the cut, but before she could my father came home and discovered what had happened. He told my mum to leave my cut and let it heal on its own so that the scar would be a constant reminder of what happens when I disobey my father's commands.
"After that incident I was too afraid to even try to go against my father's wishes ever again. So of course when he wanted to introduce me to the Dark Arts, I couldn't say no. While my father was teaching me about the ways of his Lord Voldemort and how half-bloods and muggles were below the status of purebloods; my mother was telling me that all people were equal and that as a pureblood we were no better than anyone else. I loved my mother for that, but with a father like Lucius I couldn't be walking around with ideas of equality in my head. So I eventually managed to push everything that my mum had tried to teach me out of my mind. So by the time I got to Hogwarts I had all of my father's ideals sticking out in my mind…which I soon learned gave me more enemies than friends.
"My years at Hogwarts continued with me being the conceited pureblood and every break from school I had, my father would take the chance to teach me more about the Dark Arts; including the use of a group of spells known as the Unforgivables. I went along agreeing with everything my father would say and doing everything he would ask of me. Until my sixth year, right before Christmas Break, headmaster Dumbledore called me to his office stating he had some urgent news. When I arrived at his office, he informed me that my mother had been sent to the wizarding hospital known as Saint Mungos. Apparently she had written a letter to send me to warn me of father's latest plans to have me meet Lord Voldemort, but my father discovered the letter before she could send it. He then proceeded to beat my mother until she was near death. It was at this point that I stopped referring to Lucius as my father.
"My mother, luckily, survived the beatings and is left with only the memory of it. Lucius is now in a prison known as Azkaban…and I hope he rots there…"
Draco visibly exhausted from telling about his past, wordlessly closed his eyes and drifted to sleep. Leaving Hermione to think about all that she had heard.
The pair fell asleep that night, one who had bared his soul…the other, a patient listener who silently vowed to keep Draco safe no matter what it took.