I don't own anything...sigh
How could this happen to me
I've made my mistakes
Got nowhere to run
The night goes on as I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me
Everybody's screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
I'm slipping off the edge
I'm hanging by a thread
I want to start this over again
So I try to hold on to a time when nothing mattered
And I can't explain what happened
And I can't erase the things that I've done
No, I can't
Lucius Malfoy had escaped from Azkaban. It was all over the papers the next morning, of course Draco didn't see them, he woke up in a dark cold chamber that was located in the Malfoy Manor. He twisted his head slightly, looking around but soon screamed in pain when he felt something sharp and hot gouge into his side.
"We don't scream, Draco, it's unbecoming of a man." his fathers voice said from some where far away, dripping with disgust.
Draco remained silent and closed his eyes again, praying his mother would come find him before it got too bad. His breath caught when he thought of the error that he had mad. His mother wasn't coming, she was dead. He felt the pain on his side again and bit his lip to stop from screaming out. He tasted blood but didn't loosen his jaw.
"Very good, Draco. You've learned well." his father said as a dirty, tattered shoe came into his vision. His father hadn't changed from his escape gear, it seemed.
"What do you want?" he spat at the shoes, refusing to look up into the eyes so like his own.
"What have I always wanted, Draco?" the cold voice said, the tone bored with the conversation already.
"Me dead." he answered, totally unfazed by the question and answer. "You've wanted me dead ever since Potter got seeker first year, probably even before that." he explained through stiff lips.
"My, My, Draco, it seem's you've been practicing this speech for some time." Draco stiffened from the note of pride his fathers voice carried. That was never a good sign.
"So what are you going to do now? Finally carry through?" he asked, heaving a sigh.
That was the wrong thing to do, it seemed. As soon as the puff of breath left his mouth his fathers boot slammed into his rib's, he swore something broke, but refused to cry out once again. It wouldn't help anyway's. He'd just be wasting what energy he needed to run when the time arose.
"You know me so well, don't you Draco?" Lucius asked before something that looked like spit landed near Draco's face. "You always did take after your mother." he accused.
"Better her then you." the younger Malfoy spat.
"As much as I would love to continue this little spat, I must go." Draco watched as the shoes he already hated walked away from him.
They stopped when they got to the door. His father pulled the handle and slight flooded the room before he saw the shoes turn to face him again.
"Avada Kedavra." was the last thing Draco heard before his vision filled with a blinding green light, then his world went black.
"NOOOO!!!!!!!"
"What's wrong with you?" Draco heard from above him. His eyes opened to see Granger standing over him, a worried look on her face.
Draco looked around him and tried to move. He was covered in sweat and his mouth was completely dry. He looked at Granger again and saw she had a wet cloth in her hand.
"Are you okay, Draco?" she asked softly, a impossibly cool hand going on his shoulder to gently push him back down.
"What are you doing in my room?" he demanded, although it came off as a weak question.
"You woke me up with your screaming." she answered, smoothing his hair away from his face before she placed the cloth on his forehead. Cool water dripped down from the sides of his face to land on his pillow but right now he didn't care.
"I don't scream." he said, closing his eyes and sighing at the wonderful feeling the cloth was giving him.
"Fine, it's your story, tell it the way you want to." she answered before he felt her get up from the bed.
"Where are you going?" he asked, glancing over to her, she was now standing next to the bed.
"No where, I'm going just going stretch my legs a bit." she answered, holding her hands up.
"How long have you been in here?" he asked when she danced from foot to foot, looking uncomfortable.
"A couple of hours." she said softly, her hand brushing his cheek.
He closed his eyes at her touch and leaned his head into it. He heard her gasp in surprise but didn't care. It was a dream. That was it. His father hadn't escaped from Azkaban, everything was fine. Granger's hand felt good on his face. Hermione's hand felt good on his face.
"Thank you." he whispered, afraid she'd get freaked out an leave if he said it too loud. Even in she was a muggle, she treated him better than any one he could ever remember other than his mother.
She didn't back away, instead she sat back down on the bed. He felt her hand leave his face to land on his leg, her other hand went back to his face. She looked pretty when she wasn't talking, he realized. He closed his eyes again and leaned back into her touch. Tomorrow he'd worry about what was happening to him. Tonight he just wanted Hermione to stay in his room, on his bed. She got up and walked away and Draco opened his eyes to see where she went. He felt the bed dip on his other side and felt the covers lift. Hermione's hand came around his bare waste, the heat there disappearing almost instantly.
"What are you doing?" he asked, not turning around to look at her.
"Shut up, Draco. I'll leave you alone when you feel better." she mumbled into his back.
Draco laid there not moving. She was getting to comfortable talking to him now. He had to stop that. She was just a mud....muggle, if he got close to her his reputation would be ruined. He felt her breath on his back slow and knew she was asleep. He couldn't be thinking straight, he actually relaxed in her embrace and turned to put his arms around her. Yes, there was something defiantly wrong with him
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