Sitting at the park bench, I look up at the moon. A full moon again tonight, I think to myself, imagining what he had said. I want you to look at the moon, I will be here watching it, every night. I didn't come for him, I came for answers. I wanted to know why he let this happen, why he allowed her to hurt me like that. Subconciously, I hold the bandages on my arm, feeling the familiar burn of them. Dobby was dead because of him, I was nearly dead because of him.
"Hermione! My God, your ok!" He screams across the park, running to me, hugging me, kissing me so hard it hurts my lips. "I was so scared. I thought.." I smack him.
"You thought what!" I blow up on him, letting him have what he deserves, the pain that I felt while he stood there and watched. "You thought you would just leave me for dead? At the hands of your psychotic aunt, no doubt? Or that once she was done, you would have your way with carving up my body, carve 'Draco L. Malfoy' in my bloody chest? No! That wouldn't be fair, why would Malfoy ever, EVER, mark a MUDBLOOD" I spat the word at him, rubbing it in his face "as his own."
"I did what I could, Mione. Don't you see, if I would have said anything, she would have killed us both, and then my mother for trying to defend me."
"Oh yes, and it's so much better that only one of us dies than three? Especially when the one is barely considered a witch at all" I mock.
"It wasn't like that. You would have lived. She would have told me to send you back down to the dungeon when she got bored, you would have escaped." He pleaded, his eyes begging for forgiveness.
"Oh, that's comforting, whenever she got bored! Until then I would have been her little pin cushion and you would have been sitting there watching with your mommy."
"LOOK AT ME, HERMIONE!" He screams, raising the sleeve of his shirt. There, in the exact same spot as mine, in his neat handwriting, surrounded by dried blood, it says one little word. MUDBLOOD "I did that for you." he whispers, looking down.
"Oh my god Draco! Why!" I scream, grabbing his hand, looking at his arm. "Why! Why would you do that?"
"I knew you were hurt, I wanted to make you feel like you weren't alone in the world. Like someone else understands, they know what it's like to hurt." I kiss him, as much as I hate him right now, as much as my arm is killing me from Bellatrix' dagger, I kiss him. For the first time since he showed up, I actually look at him. He was still wearing the same clothes as earlier, his hair tangled in front of his eyes, which were red from what looked like hours of crying. "My mum told Aunt Bel off, said that she needed to remember her place in our house, and that she was beneath me in all decisions made in that house." He whispers, before kissing me again, gently. "I will never, ever, let anyone hurt you again. I promise you that. Do you understand?" He cries out, shaking my shoulders slightly. "You are my everything Hermione, and one day, I promise you, you will be my wife. When this war is over, name the place, I don't care. Rome, Egypt, America, they are all yours if you want. Do you hear me? Anything. We will own Malfoy Manor, I will work and bless you with children. Please?" He begged.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, kissing him. "I understand. And I want all of that with you, but what about Lucius? Won't that change anything?"
"I don't care about my father, Hermione, I love you. We will live" he stops himself, as if he is mentally debating something, "I am willing to live like a Weasley if it will keep you by my side."