Chapter 5: Always
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Draco already had figured out what she was going through. He wanted to help her though. For him, no-one had found out and he dreaded going back home to his mother. At least now Hermione knew about him and he knew about her. They could help each other. He walked down to breakfast and saw Hermione with her two friends. He saw how scared she was as they touched her or when the guys in the room stared at her.
He had to admit, she was pretty. She had that…lost look on her face, as if she didn't understand what was going on. She was so innocent. Too innocent. And that, he figured, was the reason she had been abused.
Hermione looked around the room, searching for a face hidden in the crowd of people. She wanted to find him. She needed to find him. She wanted to tell him about the letter she received that morning. The letter from home. The letter from hell.
She ran through the halls, desperately crying for help. Crying for anyone. Crying for someone. She found that someone in the library, surrounded by his cronies. To keep up appearances, Draco called her a mudblood and Hermione asked him about head duties. They left the library and no-one was suspicious.
"What is it Hermione? What is so horrible that you must come and find me?" Draco asked, looking at Hermione carefully. Hermione took a deep breath. " My mother is dead. They say it is a heart attack, but I know how she really died. She hung herself" Hermione cried as she knelt on the floor. She was not afraid to cry because she had done so many times in the past. Draco knelt down next to her and patted her shoulder and tried to soothe her with warm words. "Shhh, its okay Hermione. Hey, its spring break soon. That means it will be Easter. How about we go to my holiday house and we can try and forget about everything. If it makes you feel any better, my dad died a few days ago from execution. I didn't want to tell you unless you got worried…" Draco mumbled the last few words. Hermione wiped away her tears and stood up. "Draco, that would mean the world to me. Id love to keep you company in your holiday house." Draco sighed in relief and took her hand and they walked off to their next class, hand in hand.
As soon as they reached the classroom, Draco let go of her hand, smiled and walked into the room, closely followed by Hermione. Hermione hadn't talked to Harry or Ron in what seemed like ages. She didn't miss them though because she enjoyed Draco's company. "Where were you today Hermione?" Ron asked as she sat next to him. "Um…in the library, you know, studying as usual" Hermione answered, plastering a smile on her face. Ron nodded and turned to Harry as they (surprise surprise) talked about Quidditch. Hermione got bored quickly. She didn't understand any of that sport stuff. She looked over at Draco's back, hoping he would turn around to look at her. He could sense her eyes on the back of his head but, trying to keep up appearances, he did not turn around. She got the hint.
Classes went by quickly. So did people. Everyone was rushing around, trying to not be late for every single class. None had terror or fear in their eyes. Only happiness. Hermione wished she could have had a happy childhood so she could have the same happy glint in her eyes as her peers did. But she knew that she would always be scared. Always be running away from relationships. Always living in fear.