"The Making's of One Draco Malfoy."

Chapter 6, Book One

One Discovery and a Mishap

Draco was let out of the Hospital Wing a couple of days after his terrible dream.

Professor Snape had come to talk to him, and had convinced him stay clear of Hermione. Though it hurt him deeply, he knew that he didn't want Hermione to go through what he had. The older Slytherin's were so cruel and cold hearted.

Draco walked to corridors late that night, he had still avoided going back to his dormitory. Knowing what and who awaited for him there. He prayed that if he came late enough, all the older Slytherin's and especially Gareth would be asleep.

Deciding it was late enough, Draco walked slowly down to the dungeons. Past the Great Hall and the Kitchens.

Draco muttered the password, "Pure-Blood." Then held his breath as the door swung open.

Empty. Thank God.

Draco sprinted through the common room and ran to his dorm. Peaceful snores hummed in harmony as Draco jumped into bed, fully dressed and went to sleep.

Keeping with his new routine, Draco awoke early before anybody else; he changed, grabbed his books for the day and ran out of the Slytherin Chamber's. Running up towards the Great Hall Draco thought about Hermione. He knew he shouldn't be, but he knew he couldn't not think about her.

It killed him much the same to see her in the Great Hall eating toast already, sitting alone at the Griffindor table with a book propped up on a bowl. It was very early in the morning, the sun hadn't even started rising yet. Hermione looked up from her toast and the book she was reading.

Surprise and curiosity roamed over her face. Draco ignored her and went to the Slytherin table.

Unknown to Draco but Hermione had gotten up and came over to sit across from him.

"Wow, what a pleasant greeting this morning." She muttered.

"Hmph." Was Draco's only response, looking at his barely touched food.

"Draco, What happened to you? You were gone. You were no-... I..." Hermione trailed off, looking down at the faint bruise still slightly imprinted on his face. Concern was her main expression as she began to ask what had happened.

"Hermione, why are you up so early?" Draco ignored her question and had started on his.

"I wanted to start my studying in the library early. For the exams we have soon." She blurted out quickly. "What hap-"

"Good, well then I suggest you go and do that then." Draco hated being rude, but it had to be done. He got up after only eating half a piece of toast, not feeling like he could stomach anymore, and sauntered off.

Draco had ignored Hermione for a couple of days now. He was so tired from being up late and getting up early. But it had to be done, just like everything else in his life.

Studying had become a real problem. He couldn't go to the library because Hermione was there. Going to the common room would also not be an option and could result in something else entirely.

Sitting alone in an empty classroom, Draco tried as hard as he could, using his memory from classes and his notes to write his essays. Life for Draco had already become hard and he hadn't even thought about his mission he had to start after the holidays. He was too busy thinking about his studies and avoiding Hermione.

Hermione had started being persistent. She had followed him a couple of times around the library one day when he had gotten desperate for information. He chose his book and turned around sharply, bumping her to the floor.

An unspoken apology was on his face as he reached down with two hands around her waist, picked her up and placed her back on her feet, without even realising his mistake.

Draco knew he couldn't have anything to do with her anymore. He turned around and without a backwards glance, walked off. His hands still tingling from touching her.

Draco snapped out of his daydream. He had to keep himself together. Thinking about those things wouldn't do anything.

True to his word Draco hadn't cut himself since that beautiful night. The one true happy night of his life, until he had met up with Gareth, Jasper and their cronies.

Nobody would care what he did anymore. He was a waste. His family didn't want him, his friends had rejected him; he was a loner. The Freak.

He had pushed away everyone that had wanted to help him. Hermione and Professor Snape. Who cared what they thought though. They'd probably be spies for both sides.

Hermione was a traitor. Maybe she had tried to get close to him for Dumbledore's sake? Maybe he had asked her to do it, fearing his own death? No, he knew she wouldn't go that far. Snape maybe?

Whatever Draco thought, he found he had to remind himself wasn't true. He was constantly thinking the worst was to happen. That everybody he had ever trusted was a foe, he was alone and still in his dark hole. Never to come out.

Hermione was utterly concerned with Draco and his mental state at the present time. She would pass him all the time in the corridors, most of the time he didn't notice her. Hermione wasn't offended though. It looked like Draco wasn't deliberately ignoring her, he had a straight face with no emotion. He looked so lost and out of it as he walked past in his own little world. Hermione was beginning to freak out, was Draco going into a serious depressional faze?

Hermione had read about depression before, never truly understanding how someone could feel like that until now. She remembered the informational text. But only a couple of key points stood out to her, like a flash light highlighting a paragraph.

"Sufferer's of clinical depression are likely to feel; hopeless, negativity, pessimism, sad, anxious, and/or have an empty mood. They can feel worthless, helpless, guilty and have trouble making decisions, concentrating and/or remembering."

Wow. Thought Hermione. That's Draco all over, this is far more serious than I first expected...


Sorry the chapters are still short, they will improve. Its kinda hard though because this chapter is like 4 pages on Word. Happy reading, Please read and review! 3