Chapter 3:
Hermione jumped as Draco returned and sighed at seeing his face. He may have treated her awfully the last six years but he had never hurt her… but her mind wandered. That didn't mean he wouldn't hurt her… It was his father after all who had been the first to take her. She shivered cowering in her sweater as she packed up her books and readied to leave the now still train. Draco looked at her with sadness in his eyes.
"Let me help you with your bag, Granger," he said in a moment of weakness. Hermione gazed at him in shock. She didn't say anything and he sighed. "Ok have it your way," he mumbled with a sneer turning to get his own belongings. It was then she began to notice his apparel. He'd always worn black, he was a Malfoy after all, but now it was baggier, the sleeves longer, and his hair… it used to be blonde, and extreme platinum blonde which she had always thought natural, but now she could see his roots, a light brownish blond that had been growing for sometime. His hair was now long enough to tie back, and while it was two-toned brown and platinum it was an improvement from the slicked back look. He walked right past her and out of the cabin with a mumbled, "See you at the head's room M…" he had been going to say mudblood, mostly out of habit and hurt, but stopped and decided to say nothing at all. Her eyes followed him in a guarded way until he was out of sight.
He grumbled under his breath, feeling sad and angry that he was sad. Why should she matter to him, he didn't mater to her… but he knew why she mattered to him. She was his way out, his way to make the Malfoy name more than it was. It wasn't going to be easy… but he could do this. If only he didn't hate her so much. His mind flashed to the past summer. The beatings had been worse than ever and Sara… he shook his head and prayed she was alright. She would be alright wouldn't she? He turned a corner and snuck into an empty cabin as the other students filed out. From his pocket he drew a silver dagger he knew all to well… There was a particular scar on his leg that had been a puncture wound. His father, in a fit of rage, had driven it into his leg… the same day he lost Sara…
Slowly he rolled up he sleeve to revel his arm… it was scarred already, and there were some fresh cuts that still stung… but Sara was going through worse… if she were still alive at all… Wetness came to his eye but he blinked back the tears. He had to be strong, strong for Sara… and as he repeated this mantra aloud he drew the blade across his arm… reveling in the pain, pushing deeper so deep it would almost kill…almost. He stopped and looked happily at the blood flowing over his hand.
Soon he noted that the train was almost empty and so quickly he took the well used wrap out of his pocket and bound the wound. Pulling his sleeve back he turned to the door to find a shocked looking Granger. His anger boiled.
"What did you see, Granger," he growled in a hushed whisper. She shook her head the vacant eyes returning.
"I saw nothing, Malfoy, just you in a room talking to yourself. I was just getting off the train anyway." She walked away but he knew it looked more like a trudge.
Stupid Malfoy, Hermione thought. What would I see?
A/N: I'm sorry it's been so long, I got stuck untill recently. And I'm sorry the chapters are so short too... but... I guess I'm just sorry all around. But I hope you like them anyway. I'm not a review whore, but some feedback would be helpful, anything besides mentioning my spelling and grammer would be great. Thnaks.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't make the cash. But if I was JK I would totally post fanfiction about my stuff...