Don't Deal With Love
By: Malfoy-Amazing-Bouncing-Ferret
Chapter 13: Telling, commands, and foreseeing
The next morning, Hermione didn't dare go down to the dining room for breakfast. She couldn't face Draco, nor the heartache of seeing him. Instead, as much as she hated it, one of the house elves brought her breakfast. Just as she had finished eating, Narcissa lightly knocked on the door.
"Hermione? Is everything okay dear?" she asked closing the door behind her.
Hermione didn't look up at Narcissa when she shook her head. But she did the mistake of meeting the older woman's eyes then started nodding her head and crying.
"Well, then, come on, you can tell me. Did Draco do something?"
"Yes." she hiccupped.
"What? What did he do?" she asked, hugging the crying girl in a motherly fashion.
They were silent for a moment before Hermione began explaining her and Draco's deal. She spoke of how she enjoyed every bit of the time she spent with Draco over summer holiday. And then she spoke of how she fell in love with him and that the very night before, Draco told her that he had sent at marriage proposal to Pansy.
"He wouldn't let me speak…afraid of what I might have said to him if given the chance……I love him." she slowly whispered.
"Well, my poor, battered and heartbroken cousin, I'm afraid that there's nothing to really be done. Unless you or Draco do something about it. Until then, I believe that we should be getting the rest of your stuff into the car. I have a few things to get done before you leave." she stood up and was halfway to the door when Hermione stopped her.
"Narcissa!" the woman stopped and turned to look back at Hermione. "Please, don't tell Draco anything of what we just talked about. Please?"
"Very well." she nodded curtly and left the room.
The drive to King's Cross Station was a very quiet one. Lucius drove the car, Narcissa looked out the window bitterly at the muggles walking along the sidewalks. Draco and Hermione sat next to each other (not much choice in doing that) and looked everywhere but at each other.
Just as they walked through Platform 9 ¾, Draco tried to get away but didn't succeed. Narcissa had wrapped her arms around him. Lucius was saying goodbye to Hermione. "Stay safe. Never wander the corridors by yourself. A Death Eater could come out of nowhere and take you." Hermione only nodded in response. Narcissa let go of Draco and went to hug Hermione.
Draco had made another attempt to get away, but Lucius had grabbed him by the arm. "Draco, you watch her, protect her if you have to. Do you understand boy?" he growled. Draco nodded. "Also, you see Hermione?"
"I don't want to look at her." he stated in a painful tone.
"Well, keep this in mind from here till the day you die: Don't automatically assume the worst. Your mother and I will see you tomorrow morning."
Draco got onto the train only to see Ron trying to kiss Hermione.
"Get off of me Ron!" Hermione snapped, pushing him away and stalking off.
Ron caught sight of Draco. "What are you looking at, Malfoy?" he spat.
"A weasel who fucked up his relationship with Black."
"What do you mean?"
"You made no attempt to write to her all summer. She ended up crying all over me. I wouldn't be surprised if she just ignored you or Potter for the next few months. You know, give you a taste of your own medicine." Draco smirked. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to a compartment."
Ron watched in shock as Draco slipped by.
A/N: It gets better I promise!