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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* After a week of sleeping and resting, Harry was allowed out of the Hospital Wing. Hermione immediately grasped his hand and together they walked down to the counselors because Harry had an appointment. Hermione's potion meant that Harry was letting her sit in on his session and Hermione couldn't imagine loving anyone else. She remembered something about a potion but it was only a memory she was sure. For nearly an hour, Hermione sat silently while Harry squeezed her hand and talked about his life. The girl was bored stiff but knew she had to be there for Harry. When it finished, Hermione and Harry left and walked down a different corridor, one that neither knew about. The stair cases moved violently but Harry and Hermione kept following them up and up and up. Hermione breathed deeply and opened the door, entering a world of pinks and purples, like a Valentine corridor for Valentine's day. There was a heart bath and heart bed and some bean bag couches and Hermione gazed at it all in wonder. She went over to a bean bag and sat down on it, the balls collapsing underneath her. Harry wandered over and hauled Hermione up, then he sat and pulled her back down again. She put her head on his chest and sighed at the beauty of everything around her. Harry stroked her hair and Hermione wriggled around and faced him. Her eyes traced his face including every rut and mark, then it scrolled down his chest and torso and continued on down his legs. He stroked her back and kissed her forehead and Hermione closed her eyes. If only everything could be so blissful. Suddenly she felt like this thick layer of wax was being pulled off her and her eyes snapped back open and she stared at the cold, grey bricks and Harry who was in front of her. "Harry?" she asked. "Why is everything grey?" He frowned at her, puzzled. "Huh?" That was when it dawned on Hermione. The potion had worn off. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* Later that day, Hermione excused herself out of Harry's company and ran to Dumbledore's office. Someone nudged her shoe again and she wheeled around. "What?" she cried, exasperated. Her look of anger was replaced with surprise. "Hi to you too," Draco replied. Hermione turned again and jumped up the stairs, two at a time. She burst in on Professor Dumbledore and regretted it later. Stopping in mid - yell, Professor McGongall, Snape, Dumbledore and Cornelius Fudge turned angrily, their foreheads furrowed in frustration. Hermione blushed and muttered something about returning later. The teachers scowled and turned back again. Hermione shut the door and walked back down the stairs, angry with herself that she hadn't knocked. Draco was sitting on a Gargoyle and Hermione walked past him, but he was faster and pulled her back. "Can we talk?" he asked. Hermione shrugged and followed him to the lake outside. He sat down and Hermione cautiously sat too. "What is it?" she said irritably. Draco looked at her, trying to figure her emotions out. He could see the flame of frustration, the scared - of - being - found out and a mixture of other things Draco couldn't pick up. She turned her head down, annoyed at his scrutiny. "Well, I was wondering." Draco flushed slightly. "What do you think of me going to a counselor? No one else knows, you see, just you, and I wondered what you thought about it? Like, if you think it is beneficial to you for your problem." Hermione looked up at him, a little confusion and bewilderment evident. "Yeah, well in some ways it has helped me. My life is more in order and I can think straight and think of why you are having a civilised conversation with me. If you think that your life is better, then it works, doesn't it?" Hermione asked, still confused. "My life isn't terrific, Hermione." "Oh, I didn't realise. I thought it was full of roses and candles!" Hermione replied sarcastically. "Is your life perfect? What troubles do you have then? Come on! Out with it! What's worse in your life than mine! I have a father in Azkaban! What's worse than that? Huh? Tell all, Granger," Draco challenged. Hermione thought about her response. Well, number one would be her 'Uncle', two.Draco calling her names, three? Uh.she thought, erm.being an only child? No, Draco was one too. "I have an abusive 'Uncle' and you calling me names doesn't help. I get teased all the time that I am either a Muggle born or too smart or a freak and my life sucks. I don't think I will ever commit suicide but there have been times when I have seriously thought about it." Hermione trailed off, leaving it to sink in. "But you see Hermione, you are a smart freak and a Muggle born, names are fitting. As for an abusive 'Uncle'. What's so bad about that?" he asked, not realising what he had said. Hermione burst into tears. The very thought of someone like Draco thinking that someone abusive wasn't that bad was hurtful. Draco looked stunned. What had he said now? He sat awkwardly, thinking over what he had said. Eventually, Hermione calmed down enough to get her words out well enough. "He's abusive. Work it out!" she sobbed. Draco thought about the word. "He says things?" he offered. Hermione cried slightly harder and figured this wasn't it. She steadied herself and continued. "My 'Uncle' invades me, both physically, mentally, emotionally and sexually. I.I have had some really hard summers," she cried. Draco looked at her, stunned again. No, no, not Hermione. "You.you don't mean he.he.he rapes you?" he said quietly, disbelieving even himself. Hermione only nodded and said ever so soft that Draco could barely hear her. "He also beats me too if I don't please him enough. Two whole summers it's happened." No, this was a dream. He pinched himself and nothing happened. Not Hermione. She might be a Mudblood, but Draco knew that no person, be it a Mudblood, girl, Muggle or boy deserved to be treated like that. Hermione continued sobbing and Draco was forced to admit this was real. He shuffled over to Hermione and wrapped his arms around her, slightly protectively, and Hermione cried into his arm. Draco didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to understand or comprehend Hermione's emotions and feelings. Now he understood why she went to the counselor, now he realised why she cried at the beginning of the year, now it dawned on him why she was so quiet these days. All because of some 'Uncle' that wanted to have some fun with a girl. Hermione meanwhile had stopped crying when she realised who had their arms around her. She was slightly scared he would do something but stayed still as she figured he pondered over her revelations. Pivoting slightly on the spot, she unlatched Draco's arms and stared at him. His face registered shock and worry, bewilderment and something strange. Something she had never seen on Draco's face before, something that scared her, something like.love? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* A/N: * Where's the freakin' tissues?! * Sorry, I'm not sad over this it was because I live in Australia I was watching this show today (Wednesday, October 15, 2003) and this show was on called 'McLeod's Daughter's' (Sorry if anyone has seen it and I spelt McLeod's wrong) and Claire, one of the Daughter's died today and it was really sad. She's like the entire story! And she died! * Boo hoo * Anyway, I had some brilliant reviews for what should happen to Draco and Hermione and Harry and thought that maybe they could get together if Hermione told Draco about her Uncle. So, voila! Seeing as I didn't want the spell to be all fine and dandy, I threw in some teachers yelling and delay in Hermione finding out about the potion and then decided to stir a little D.M. in. Did my concoction work? Hope so. Well, keep those reviews coming! Some are great!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* After a week of sleeping and resting, Harry was allowed out of the Hospital Wing. Hermione immediately grasped his hand and together they walked down to the counselors because Harry had an appointment. Hermione's potion meant that Harry was letting her sit in on his session and Hermione couldn't imagine loving anyone else. She remembered something about a potion but it was only a memory she was sure. For nearly an hour, Hermione sat silently while Harry squeezed her hand and talked about his life. The girl was bored stiff but knew she had to be there for Harry. When it finished, Hermione and Harry left and walked down a different corridor, one that neither knew about. The stair cases moved violently but Harry and Hermione kept following them up and up and up. Hermione breathed deeply and opened the door, entering a world of pinks and purples, like a Valentine corridor for Valentine's day. There was a heart bath and heart bed and some bean bag couches and Hermione gazed at it all in wonder. She went over to a bean bag and sat down on it, the balls collapsing underneath her. Harry wandered over and hauled Hermione up, then he sat and pulled her back down again. She put her head on his chest and sighed at the beauty of everything around her. Harry stroked her hair and Hermione wriggled around and faced him. Her eyes traced his face including every rut and mark, then it scrolled down his chest and torso and continued on down his legs. He stroked her back and kissed her forehead and Hermione closed her eyes. If only everything could be so blissful. Suddenly she felt like this thick layer of wax was being pulled off her and her eyes snapped back open and she stared at the cold, grey bricks and Harry who was in front of her. "Harry?" she asked. "Why is everything grey?" He frowned at her, puzzled. "Huh?" That was when it dawned on Hermione. The potion had worn off. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* Later that day, Hermione excused herself out of Harry's company and ran to Dumbledore's office. Someone nudged her shoe again and she wheeled around. "What?" she cried, exasperated. Her look of anger was replaced with surprise. "Hi to you too," Draco replied. Hermione turned again and jumped up the stairs, two at a time. She burst in on Professor Dumbledore and regretted it later. Stopping in mid - yell, Professor McGongall, Snape, Dumbledore and Cornelius Fudge turned angrily, their foreheads furrowed in frustration. Hermione blushed and muttered something about returning later. The teachers scowled and turned back again. Hermione shut the door and walked back down the stairs, angry with herself that she hadn't knocked. Draco was sitting on a Gargoyle and Hermione walked past him, but he was faster and pulled her back. "Can we talk?" he asked. Hermione shrugged and followed him to the lake outside. He sat down and Hermione cautiously sat too. "What is it?" she said irritably. Draco looked at her, trying to figure her emotions out. He could see the flame of frustration, the scared - of - being - found out and a mixture of other things Draco couldn't pick up. She turned her head down, annoyed at his scrutiny. "Well, I was wondering." Draco flushed slightly. "What do you think of me going to a counselor? No one else knows, you see, just you, and I wondered what you thought about it? Like, if you think it is beneficial to you for your problem." Hermione looked up at him, a little confusion and bewilderment evident. "Yeah, well in some ways it has helped me. My life is more in order and I can think straight and think of why you are having a civilised conversation with me. If you think that your life is better, then it works, doesn't it?" Hermione asked, still confused. "My life isn't terrific, Hermione." "Oh, I didn't realise. I thought it was full of roses and candles!" Hermione replied sarcastically. "Is your life perfect? What troubles do you have then? Come on! Out with it! What's worse in your life than mine! I have a father in Azkaban! What's worse than that? Huh? Tell all, Granger," Draco challenged. Hermione thought about her response. Well, number one would be her 'Uncle', two.Draco calling her names, three? Uh.she thought, erm.being an only child? No, Draco was one too. "I have an abusive 'Uncle' and you calling me names doesn't help. I get teased all the time that I am either a Muggle born or too smart or a freak and my life sucks. I don't think I will ever commit suicide but there have been times when I have seriously thought about it." Hermione trailed off, leaving it to sink in. "But you see Hermione, you are a smart freak and a Muggle born, names are fitting. As for an abusive 'Uncle'. What's so bad about that?" he asked, not realising what he had said. Hermione burst into tears. The very thought of someone like Draco thinking that someone abusive wasn't that bad was hurtful. Draco looked stunned. What had he said now? He sat awkwardly, thinking over what he had said. Eventually, Hermione calmed down enough to get her words out well enough. "He's abusive. Work it out!" she sobbed. Draco thought about the word. "He says things?" he offered. Hermione cried slightly harder and figured this wasn't it. She steadied herself and continued. "My 'Uncle' invades me, both physically, mentally, emotionally and sexually. I.I have had some really hard summers," she cried. Draco looked at her, stunned again. No, no, not Hermione. "You.you don't mean he.he.he rapes you?" he said quietly, disbelieving even himself. Hermione only nodded and said ever so soft that Draco could barely hear her. "He also beats me too if I don't please him enough. Two whole summers it's happened." No, this was a dream. He pinched himself and nothing happened. Not Hermione. She might be a Mudblood, but Draco knew that no person, be it a Mudblood, girl, Muggle or boy deserved to be treated like that. Hermione continued sobbing and Draco was forced to admit this was real. He shuffled over to Hermione and wrapped his arms around her, slightly protectively, and Hermione cried into his arm. Draco didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to understand or comprehend Hermione's emotions and feelings. Now he understood why she went to the counselor, now he realised why she cried at the beginning of the year, now it dawned on him why she was so quiet these days. All because of some 'Uncle' that wanted to have some fun with a girl. Hermione meanwhile had stopped crying when she realised who had their arms around her. She was slightly scared he would do something but stayed still as she figured he pondered over her revelations. Pivoting slightly on the spot, she unlatched Draco's arms and stared at him. His face registered shock and worry, bewilderment and something strange. Something she had never seen on Draco's face before, something that scared her, something like.love? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* A/N: * Where's the freakin' tissues?! * Sorry, I'm not sad over this it was because I live in Australia I was watching this show today (Wednesday, October 15, 2003) and this show was on called 'McLeod's Daughter's' (Sorry if anyone has seen it and I spelt McLeod's wrong) and Claire, one of the Daughter's died today and it was really sad. She's like the entire story! And she died! * Boo hoo * Anyway, I had some brilliant reviews for what should happen to Draco and Hermione and Harry and thought that maybe they could get together if Hermione told Draco about her Uncle. So, voila! Seeing as I didn't want the spell to be all fine and dandy, I threw in some teachers yelling and delay in Hermione finding out about the potion and then decided to stir a little D.M. in. Did my concoction work? Hope so. Well, keep those reviews coming! Some are great!