Hermione POV

Draco hadn't been lying when he said I wouldn't be left alone. Between him and Molly, I was constantly watched. It was two weeks and I still had Molly sending her patronus to me every few minutes when I was in the shower. I could tell that they cared, but it was unnerving. I only ever did this sort of thing once a month, and I even told Draco, in the safety of my bedroom that I hadn't even felt the need for it. Like a weight had been lifted.

One day however, Draco walked into the room while I was reading, and a presence just loomed near him. I felt everything that I had done wrong in my life, or had blamed on me came crashing down on me, and I looked him in the eye. I was honestly scared, I hadn't felt this in weeks. When he pulled the dagger out from behind his back, I wouldn't scream no matter how scared I was. I just looked at him, understanding what he was going to do. I knew he couldn't have really loved me, it was all just too good to be true.

What he did next however, surprised me. He sat the dagger down in a glass box. He cast fiendfyre in the box, that must have had an enchantment that would contain the fire, for it didn't spread. When he canceled the spell, he looked at me for a moment. And then it hit me. A searing pain through every scar and mark in my body left by that knife, and I honestly screamed. I closed my eyes against the pain, alternating between screaming, whimpering, and gritting my teeth in agony. It felt like hours, hell, it felt like days that I laid in bed, writhing as I felt like every nerve ending was exploding in my body. It was like having the cruciatus that Bellatrix sent to me doubled. I know I wet the bed, but I was in far too much pain to even notice. But then it suddenly stopped. I curled up into myself, not caring that I now smelled of urine, and cried. When I felt myself, and my sheets becoming dry, I finally tore my face away from my arms and stared up at Draco. Pain was evident in his eyes, like watching me had been a torture of his own. I cringed when he reached out for me, but I reached a tentative hand out to grab his when he began to pull away.

Draco curled up on the bed with me, creating a sort of protective shield around me, and I appreciated every minute that he held me in his arms. When I could finally speak, I didn't hesitate.

"What was that?"

"There was some seriously dark magic in that knife." he answered calmly, though I knew by his shaking, that he was anything but calm. "the fiendfyre destroyed the dagger, but the dagger had sent some of the dark magic into you each time you used it on yourself. To make it stronger in you, it also had to be able to pull you to it, so when you are feeling your lowest, it amplifies, and adds to what you are feeling so that you want to hurt yourself. When the base, meaning the dagger, had been completely destroyed, the curse on it broke, but the bits of magic that was left in you would put up a fight. But every bit of the curse is gone. You won't feel like hurting yourself again." Draco ended in a whisper.

"It sure did put up a fight. If it hadn't hurt so bad, I'd probably be embarrassed that I wet myself."
Draco smiled at me. "I ignored it. I understood it, and I made sure that you were comfortable as soon as I knew it was safe." he assured me.

"How did you find out, Draco?" I asked quietly.

"I sent the dagger to the Defense teacher at Hogwarts to analyze it. He told me how to take care of it, and what it was."

"Thank you," I breathed as I snuggled in to sleep. He kissed the top of my head, pulling me closer as if to ward away all the bad in this world.

"I would do anything for you, Hermione. Just remember that." With that, he fell silent, and I drifted off to sleep.