Disclaimer: No matter how many times I scream it to them, the funny men in white lab coats never seem to believe me.
A/N: We'll see who ends up together; you never know how the wheels in my head turn. He he!
Hermione Granger is the type of person to feel empathy and help others in their lapse of emotional contentment. Ginny just so happened to be in need of someone like that at this very moment.
Hermione was sitting on a chair across from Ginny. She had managed to subdue Gin's crying to mere sniffles, but yet hadn't discovered what had really happened. She wouldn't push it though, for she knew Ginny was emotionally unstable right now.
"Ginny, why don't we go down to the Kitchen and get something to eat?" Hermione suggested tentatively. Ginny got up and wiped her eyes.
"Alright then, shall we go?" This got a smile from Hermione as they left the room.
"Father, how many times do I have to tell you, I don't want some freaking snake tattooed on my bloody arm?!" Draco screamed at his father during their latest argument over Draco's loyalty to the Dark Lord.
"Perhaps you are forgetting who you serve. Your loyalties lie with the Dark Lord, and you will show your allegiance by getting that, as you put it, ' freaking snake tattooed on you bloody arm'. AM I MAKING MYSELF CLEAR?" And with that, a stick slapped Draco across the arm.
Draco fell to the ground. He didn't bother fighting back anymore. It only made his father hit him more. He sat there staring at the floor for a moment until Lucius stalked away and slammed the front door behind him. Draco slowly got up, not taking his hand off his throbbing and swollen arm.
He found his way to his room and collapsed in a heap on his floor. Knowing nobody was home he broke down into sporadic and choked up sobs. After nearly twenty minutes of it, he regained his composure and stood up.
He removed his long sleeved black shirt and walked over a mirror. A light purple bump was beginning to form on his upper right arm. He conjured up a small bag of ice and put it against his newest bruise. The ones on his ribs seemed to be healing. Kind of. The deep purple they had last week was now only a light blue-ish black.
He meandered down the stairs in the direction of the palatial kitchen on the 1st floor. He sat on one of the silk lined kitchen table chairs. He summoned a bottle of muggle medication he bought months ago. He popped 2 pills into his mouth and swallowed. These odd pills seemed to numb the pain he felt. Yet, the emotional pain remained. Perhaps it would go away, with time.