Salt in your wounds
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter or any of the other characters or the places or anything this plot is mine but that's about it anything that you recognise is not mine either, although I'm pretty sure there isn't much.
CHAPTER
False
'Sometimes people believe that someone can change in a blink of an eye. But really, you just never knew them before, and one day you see them as they truly are, but you don't realise that you have been at fault all along, you believe that they changed, that they decided to be different, maybe all you really have to do is look at them before you think.' The morning sun told shone in through the open window, a lone bird sang to its own tune, but yet all Draco could hear where the wise words of Natasha, as he had heard them in the early morning sun during the summer. 'You can't judge people before you know them, sometimes you have to look into their past for the reasons why they act as they do, people look at their image their 'persona' and think that's who they are, but that's nothing, that's bullshit, you cant judge some on by their clothes, that's not who they are, you have to read between the lines, and listen to the stories they don't tell you. It's all hidden away, but its all there, under their image and what they show the world.' How true the words rang.
Draco wandered aimlessly around the room, he gazed out the window for a long time, just looking at the early sun, he hadn't slept for such a long time, and last night he had felt safe enough to sleep for eternity.
Draco sat down on the windowsill and fiddled with his eyebrow ring he didn't notice Hermione getting out of bed. And he didn't notice that she soon stood behind him.
"Why do you have so many?" Draco jumped at the sound of her voice; it had been close to silent all morning.
"So many what?" she gestured to his ears and face.
"Piercing" he shrugged and continued to fiddle with the ring.
"I like the pain, reminds me I'm alive" Hermione nodded slowly and looked closely at his ears.
"My parents never let me get my ears pierced, they said it looked tacky" Draco laughed, and started playing with the ball on his tongue.
"Do you?" she shrugged and walked away towards the dressing table.
"I don't like needles" Draco didn't get up from his seat on the window sill,
"There are only needles used with certain places. Like the chin, or belly, and some others." He shrugged lazily and looked around the room. After a long pause Draco spoke again. "So what's the story behind you and your friends?" Hermione looked up from the book she was looking at and shrugged.
"What's to tell? We had a fight, and we haven't spoken to each other for about a week." Draco raised a sceptical eyebrow but didn't say anything.
An hour later Hermione and Draco sat alone in a carriage that took them back to Hogwarts. Draco stared out the window watching the scenery slip by. Hermione sat staring into nothingness, there was a silence that filled the small carriage, it seemed to seep into every corner and crevice and the students themselves.
After half an hour of watching the world outside Draco turned to the other occupant, her eyes were closed and she had a peaceful calm expression on her face. Suddenly her voice filled the room.
"Do you ever wonder why we're here?" she hadn't opened her eyes and she hadn't moved, but she had a quizzical look on her face, and her brow was furrowed with concentration to a hidden question.
"Here as in earth, or here where we are in out lives?" Hermione's eyes slowly opened and she looked at Draco with a calculating look on her face,
"Here where we are in our lives." She watched as he thought for a moment.
"Well one mistake or one choice changes the way out lives go, so I believe it was that one mistake that I made that changed everything to bring me to where I am today." Hermione slowly nodded her head.
"What's your mistake?" she asked in a hushed whisper. Draco closed his eyes quickly and took in a slow shuddering breath before reaching out to the chair next to him that held his sketch book. Hermione watched transfixed as he opened it and gazed down at the picture of Natasha. He slowly traced the lined of her face, seemingly lost in her gaze.
"My mistake was finding happiness" Hermione glanced down at the portrait and then back at Draco's face. "The best moments of my life were spent with Natasha, and one mistake took me to her. Some people call shit like that 'fate' or 'destiny' but that's bullshit, I don't believe in that, it was my mistake and I have to take the blame for it and not just shove the blame off on some 'higher power'" draco looked up after closing the book. "But hey! That's just my view, what do you think took you to this point in your life?" Hermione paused thinking for a second, thinking back to all the things that have happened in her life, all the things that went wRong, all the things that she did right. She frowned and looked back into Draco's storm like eyes.
"I don't know, I just can't think of the thing that took me here." Draco nodded slowly,
"Maybe it was something really small to you, but large to someone else." Hermione nodded and they both went back to staring into space.
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Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry loomed up in the distance, the two silent passengers of the carriage watched as it came closer.
"So what happened?" Draco asked finally breaking the silence.
"When?" Hermione asked pulling her gaze off the castle and watching Draco as it came closer and closer.
"Well when we get back, you become friends with potter and Weasley again like I know will happen, they'll ask you how much of a bastard I was to you. What will you say?" Hermione glanced back at the window. No matter how much she refused the fact, the boys will come back to her and she will let them back into her life and they will go about their daily business like they did before the fight.
"I'll say we didn't talk" Draco nodded slowly.
"Then what?" was the only answer besides a nod that she received.
Hermione was silent for a while thinking about what could happen. The carriage slowly came to a stop and the door swung open.
"Who knows." Hermione whispered as she got out the carriage and started walking up the steps to the great hall.
Draco glanced up at the warm sun above and the clear blue sky that looked like it had been painted on. He sighed softly as he saw Crabbe and Goyal trudge up to him obediently like faithful hounds.
Hermione spared him a glance before opening the heavy wooden doors, and breathing in the musty smell of the school.
Then being bombarded by Harry and Ron as they jumped up from the Gryffindor table where they had been playing chess. Each boy had a broad smile on their face and came over offering her hugs.
"I'm sorry for the way I acted; I was just worried about you. There are a lot of people who would want to hurt me in a lot of ways and hurting you would be a very effective one. Do you forgive me? I was just worried" Hermione sighed and memories flashed in front of her, draco, watching and talking, he understood, he knew what it was like, he knew why she did what she did. Then there was Harry and Ron, simple minded, brave? Yes, but they couldn't possibly know.
She put on a large smile, only she could tell it was false and gave them each a hug.
"Of course I forgive you" she said as she hugged Harry.
"Good, I really didn't want you to hate me" Hermione smiled again 'always about you, maybe you need someone to hate you Harry.' She thought silently as she listened to them talk away about nothing.
"Where's lavender and Pavarti?" Hermione asked finally once she realised they weren't there. Harry and Ron shrugged.
"Girl stuff, them and some of the other girls are doing makeovers or something." Hermione nodded. She had never been part of those things, never was invited and even if she had been she doubted she would go. 'I'm one of the blokes' she thought bitterly as Dean and Neville came up to them.
He saw them run up to her smiling, he saw his pathetic excuses, and the puppy dog eyes he gave her, he say her fake smile, hollow and empty, he saw the dull look in her eyes as she hugged them each.
No one noticed, no one saw that she was lying through her teeth with a smile on her face that looked so fake it was nearly laughable, no one thought it was funny, no one even noticed.
Draco slipped though the corridors unnoticed and silent. He went to the Slytherin common room to seek refuge among the fools that idolized him for his money and his cruel heart.
It was crowded, there was nobody outside soaking up the glorious sun, no not Slytherin's, they dwell in their cold dungeons making out with whom ever they wish, it was a whore house. With the knights of the darkness as some called themselves, in truth all they really were are death eaters in training, death eater-wanna-be's, death eater children. They were all alike.
Each and every head turned to greet the returning king. Draco nodded his acknowledgments to a couple, William included, nobody ever knew how those two had become formal friends, they didn't seem to socialize at all but yet they knew each other better then just 'Slytherin king, watch out for him, he's dangerous, and what he knows could kill you' and 'dark strange boy, killer in runes' that was how every one else saw those two.
Draco sat down in his seat, alone, near the fire, he soon lost count of the people who steered away from him to get near the fire, he saw them all.
It started to get late, most left for dinner and a few left to go other places. But still Draco sat, he wasn't hungry, he never was.
"I found something very interesting in your room" William said casually as he sat down on the table in front of Draco.
"What were you doing in my room?" William didn't even bat and eyelid.
"Well seeing as you're never in it, I was wondering what made you hate it so much." Draco continued to look at him.
"Did you find any reason?" he asked only half interested.
"No, no reason, but I did find this." He said casually as he pulled out a long, silver handled blade, the one that continued to pierce Draco's skin while others where asleep, and leave small white lines on his flesh. Draco looked intensely at it, but didn't shift unconfutable or try to grab it away. "Why do you have it?" William asked staring at Draco's face for any sign or discomfort.
"Why does any body ever have a knife?" Draco asked knowing exactly where William was going and trying to achieve.
"That depends on the person" Draco looked away from the knife and to the boys face. Draco had a small smile of amusement and a small glitter in his eyes.
"You mean some people don't cut things with them? How very interesting" he rose from his seat and took the knife out of Williams's hands. "Don't go in my room again" were the last words spoken between the two as Draco left to put his knife back in its correct place.
Before he put it down in the draw next to his bed he spun it around in his fingers watching as the light glinted off the shiny metal dancing on the blade, before slowly raising the sleeve of his shirt he placed the shining metal on the soft white skin of his forearm and pushed it down until blood soaked his shirt, and he felt that same throbbing in his skin, the same wave of pain.
He smiled lazily before putting the knife back into the draw and wiping the blood off with his bed sheets.
A/N sorry for the long wait but it arrived as it always does.
Thanks again to my reviewers...
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DarkRaven-04- yes the man in the orphanage was a muggle, and yes I did mention before in one of the chapters that they would be going with a muggle and some other educational officials. And as for telling Draco the story about what happened I believe she did, but I'll clarify that later I think. And yes, it could have done with a dad more detail but I was bogged down with last minute school work so I didn't have much time to think, but now it's the holidays and I'm trying to update as much as I can before I get back to school.
ashley()- I just have to say that she isn't dressing in black and moping around because she hates life, she is dressing in black because in her mind and heart she is still mourning the death of her parents and her innocence. and as for draco he's doing it to rebel, his father was a bastard so he is rebelling in any way possible and that includes but shame to the name by his appearance.
LyssaTucci- depends on what you mean by weird.
Lady in the Blue Dress –it might have meen mythology I don't actually know where I heard it before I just remembered it while I was writing and it ties in well for it.
Craze –yeah your right I didn't notice it when I re read it, thanks though.
Supreme Neo slytherin Countess- lol I'll keep it in mind.