Chapter 4: Im the same as you, You're the same as me
Hermione woke up and got ready. She performed a concealing charm on her and made the pain go away. She stumbled down to the common room to sit by the fire. After all, it was the first day of school, so she had no work or classes. She could just sit here and relax…
Draco came down the stairs. He saw Hermione on the chair and was relieved nothing had happened to her. He walked up to her and said "Good morning, how are you?"
She was stunned. She managed a "Hello, fine thanks" before he sat on the chair next to her, eyeing her. "What do you want Malfoy?". "I want to tell you a story"
She sat and listened to the story.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy. He had a great family. His mum would take him out to fancy restaraunts, his dad would take him to the park. He was happy. One day, a tall cloaked figure arrived at the door. The little boy was scared and ran to the stairs, hiding, yet curious to hear the conversation. The cloaked figure asked his father to join him in a war. The father agreed and he went off to war. The mother was lonely and spent her time inviting other men over to have a sleepover and he would hear giggling coming from the room all the time. He wanted to join in. He walked into the room one night and asked if he could join the sleepover. He was shunned and sent to his room for the night. A few weeks later, he found out his father had been killed in the war. His mother cried a bit, but soon afterwards, she had a new boyfriend.
This new boyfriend hit her a lot and the little boy too. The boy ran away and stayed in the park for a night. He was found the next day and beaten badly. He was scared. The mother reported the boyfriend to the police and he was put into jail. The next boyfriend was poor, the next wasn't sleeping over at her sleepovers, the next was boring and so on. None of her relationships worked. When the little boy turned into a teenager, she looked at him and smiled. She asked if he wanted to come to her sleepover. He said yes. He was told by her that sleepovers are more fun when you are nude. He didn't mind, he just wanted to spend more time with his mum. So, each night, he would go to her "sleepovers" and he was patted on the head and praised for his good work in pleasing his mother.
Hermione sat in shock. That poor little boy. What he must have gone through. She looked at Draco, with tears in her eyes and was surprised to see that he had tears in his eyes too. "that little boy…did you know him?" she croaked.
Draco looked into the fire for a while before answering. "That little boy…was me"
Hermione burst into tears and hugged Draco with such force that he could not breathe. So he had been through the same as her. He knew how she felt. He could relate to her. They were the same.