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These Scars

These wounds I have will never heal for every time they are close to being mended they are always ripped wide open. These slashes upon my skin bleed for what feel like days on end. Once the last drop of blood slithers its way down my arm, I let out many agonizing sobs. Now that my blood has stopped running, my tears start forming. I count them as they roll down my cheeks, one…two…three…four…five. Beyond that, many more are to come. I don't bother counting them for I know I will cry a million tears by the end of this night.

I lie there in my bed alone and forgotten. I pull my legs to my chest and hug them tightly. I nuzzle the sheets beneath me looking for comfort in them. There's no such luck. It only makes me cry even further. I turn my light on beside my bed and look around the room. The lamp basked the room in a yellowish glow. I believe its goal was to cheer me up by making the room look more comfortable. It failed, miserably.

I picked up the book that was placed on the nightstand and chucked across the room. That was where it hit the door, scattering the papers I had placed in it. Searching the room for something else to throw, I came upon a little silver box. Through frustration and heartache I was about to hurl it with the book but curiosity got the best of me, even in the state I was in. Ripping the top open, I peered into the small shiny case. Arranged ever so carefully was a platinum bracelet. In that moment all the anger, frustration and sorrow I felt, flooded out of my body leaving me empty of emotion.

Just staring at the piece of jewelry I knew whom it was from. Looking closely at the chain I saw that the metal links were actually gave the impression of woven vines. The plate of the bracelet was beautiful. The underside had a carved dragon. I ran my finger over the outline, feeling the bumpy texture. On the topside four words were engraved.

I will protect you.

This is what sent me sobbing uncontrollably. Taking the object from its case, I gingerly clasped it to my right wrist. Then I noticed the lettering glow a neon green color. The light was bright enough to blind me for a split second.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" a voice asked from the shadows. I spun around to face the source. The second I spotted the natural blonde hair I knew who it was. I didn't have to look any further but I couldn't help but look at his piercing gray eyes. There they were, melting pools of steel staring back at me. I felt torn between my emotions. One of anger or furious rage of wanting to pound the blonde into the ground so I wouldn't have to see those eyes. The other of sorrow; the wanting to just collapse in his arms as he'll rub my back, telling me everything will be all right, that everything is ok. He broke the silence with his words.

"Just like you." My anger took over.

"How can you just prance into my room and do this?" I asked him coldly trying to mask my actually feelings. He took a few steps towards me and return I took a few back. Finally out of the shadows I saw the dark rings around his soul-probing eyes. His normally well kept hair slightly askew, like bed head hair. I stared at his appearance. I knew it was not customary for Draco to look like he did now. Nowhere did he leave his room or the bathroom without his hair straightened. Never had I seen him with bags under his eyes. What is his problem? I wondered.

Again, he drew closer. Without anywhere else to go, I stood there, waiting. What is he gonna do to me? I felt cold finger tilt my head up making me open my eyes fearfully. What I saw in his life-sucking eyes left me bewildered. It was as if they were pleading for something, longing for something. What was he longing for?

His fingertip traced my jaw from my curved chin to my pink earlobes where his hand held the left side of my face. Ever so gently, he caressed my cheek. His bloody captivating eyes never breaking contact with mine.

"You have know idea what you've done and are doing to me, Hermione." He chuckled, "No idea at all." He paused still gazing at me with that look that I am so confused over.

"I never thought I would be in this situation. Never would I have thought that…" he trailed off. I'm stunned for I think I know what he's trying to tell me. I nod. He lifts my right hand to look at my new trinket. He smiles at it somewhat fondly as he kisses the top of my hand with care. His gaze is now directed back to my wide eyes. Finally I found that Gryffindor courage everyone talks about.

"Draco…" All right so it only is there for a split second, but still it was there.

He pulls me into a comforting hug. He kisses my cheek. He kisses my forehead. He kisses my nose and then, at last, my lips. His desire is great for his hunger is immense. His hands feed through my long wavy hair, pulling slightly in places. Unwillingly we break apart. He leans his forehead against mine.

"Never have I thought I could love this much. Not ever have I thought it possible to live as long as I did without you. Every day I feel as if a part of me is being ripped straight from my soul. Each day is torment for me, Hermione." At this part he shakes his forehead, "You don't understand the magnitude of… of this… this heartache." He looks up into my eyes then replaces his gaze to the floor. He's rubbing my right hand in both of his as he saying all of this. I can tell it's really hard for him to say it and I want to stop him but I feel as if I need to hear him actually say it.

"Hermione I can't help the way I feel. I can't help it that…. That I… I love you. I need you Hermione; I need you beside me. I know I've done terrible things and I may never make amends but at least I can try. Please Hermione… please." He's practically begging me. I can't stand it. It pained me to hear his voice just then. I take a deep breath.

"There are scars that I have. They have been dug deep by you and others. These cannot be erased in a day nor a lifetime. I am willing though, to cover my wounds in hopes of them remaining memories of the past. I merely hope they will heal well enough so they won't be exposed ever again…" I manage to whisper.

"I know of these scars. They are undetectable by the untrained eye. My eyes though, they see them perfectly. These marks I see are many. Hermione I want to help heal them." He whispers against my puffy lips.

These scars I have will never go away. Never will they disappear from my conscious nor my skin. But knowing that someone will be by me to help me live on; it's more than I could ever hope for.

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A/N: Hey it's me again. I know this seems kinda sappy and everything it's just what came out. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review!