Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did.
Time for a little revenge…
"Hermione?" Draco asked softly. Hermione looked up at him. He just looked at her for a moment. Her long, thick, dark, wavy hair fell to her waist and covered the majority of the front of her white tanktop. He saw black straps next to those of her tanktop. Her old shorts were fringed at the edges and her toenails were painted red and gold. Her hand, laying in his, were tipped with black. She was smiling. Her lips were tainted red and her chocolate eyes were sparkling, outlined in black and when she blinked, he noticed how her long eyelashes touched her cheek and her eyelids were brushed carefully and softly with silver.
"Mmmm?"
"What are you humming?" Draco asked. Hermione blushed.
"Oh, I wouldn't expect you to know her." She said softly, resting her chin on her knee, looking up at him with deadly eyes.
"You never know." He retorted. Hermione giggled.
"Fine." She sighed, still smiling. "Well. It's from a Muggle singer." She said, humming again.
"Well?"
"It's called Enchanted." Hermione blushed again. "And it was enchanting to meet you, all I can say is that it was enchanting to meet you." She sang quietly in his ear.
"Enchanting to meet me, eh?" Draco smirked, picking her up by her waist and kissing her. She squealed and squirmed in his arms.
"Let me down!" She yelled playfully. "It's too hot for this!" She said, pushing him down. From where she sat in his lap, he could see the red in her hair. He looped his thumb in her belt loop, pulling her closer to him. "Honey, it's too hot." Hermione said softly. Draco frowned and released her. She sat in the cool grass before him. Then jumped up and pulled him up.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked, following her lead. Hermione didn't answer, just led him through the forest. She was still barefoot and he laughed when he saw her wand tucked in her back pocket. The dirt, still wet from the morning rain was splattering all over her feet and ankles. Finally, they came to a clearing where the sun was trying to peek through the treetops and the ground was cold and felt like heaven. It was here that she let him pull him into his arms. The sun caught in her hair, revealing the red in it as she laid her head on Draco's chest. "I love you."
"I love you, too, my beautiful Hermione."
/four weeks later/
"You… Why… How… How could you do this? After everything we did! After everything we had! After all the love I gave you… What do you do? You go and throw it all away." Hermione whispered. Her voice was low and cold. Her usual soft and warm eyes were now cold and unreadable. Draco wished desperately that she was screaming her passionate heart out at him. He wished she was clawing at him with those long nails until he bled. He wished she was breaking everything that he owned. This cold indifference and quiet anger were worse than any of those things. Put together.
Her brothers would be after him soon. Her scary and protective brothers. Shit.
"Why did you do it?" She whispered. Draco stared at her, cringing at the look in her eyes. She was beginning to fall apart. Hermione Granger never let her guard down. This was bad… What he did had really killed her. His heart turned back to ice and all the warmth and happiness Hermione had provided him was long gone and with no hope of ever coming back.
"I…" He started. He looked down. "I dunno."
"That's not an answer." She muttered. Draco sensed that she was on the verge of screaming at him. That's what he wanted; that's what he deserved. He didn't answer her.
"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY!" She screamed. He cringed. He hadn't heard his name said with such hatred in a long time. Even back then, it wasn't so bad. This was worse. Far worse. Well, it was better than the cold, numb, quiet voice she was using before. "WHY DID YOU DO IT?" Her voice broke the quiet night. Draco took a step closer to her and made to take her in his arms, but she slapped him. Her long emerald and silver painted nails scratched the soft skin. Hesitantly, he raised his left hand to his cheek. Blood was slowly falling. He fell back, knowing he deserved the pain and blood; what he'd done to Hermione was so much worse than this. "ANSWER ME!" She screamed again. Draco looked down. "This is all I'm asking for. I need to know why you did this." She whispered. It was soft and pleading and filled with pain and fear. Hermione Jean Granger was never scared. She was the fearless girl that he so admired, that he so loved. "I'm not going to beg for you to stay and I'm not going yell at you anymore. I need the truth. Just this one time. Why did you do this?" A single tear fell down her cheek. She was falling apart in front of him and he couldn't bear to see it. He looked at his feet in the green, green grass.
"Because… Because I was drunk." He whispered to his feet.
"That's not an excuse, Draco." She lifted his chin up until he was forced to look into her eyes. They were…. Empty, broken. For once beautiful second, he thought he saw the strong love light up her kind eyes. Then he blinked and it was gone.
"It was because she… she was wearing that dress. That damn dark red silk dress with the black bow on it. She was wearing the black flower in her hair. The same flower you always wear when you dress up in your pretty dresses. And the same black heels you like to wear. She had her hair curled and it looked like yours." He whispered, looking into her eyes. It was killing him to see the heartbreak and so much more pain forming in her oddly venerable eyes. The tears began to fall freely from her eyes. Draco couldn't tear his eyes from hers despite the feeling of his own heart breaking in his chest. "It was the perfume she was wearing and the way her hair fell in her face. It was the way she looked when I was drunk. She looked like you."
"She has black hair. And icy blue eyes. How does she look like me?" She whispered. "I have dark brown hair and brown eyes."
"I was drunk. Really, really drunk." He knew he shouldn't've gone to that damn party. It was just so… It was the last week of Summer and Hermione was still gone with Ginny. He needed something to get his mind of off it. He missed Hermione so much. He ached to see her, to hold her in his arms. Even though she was going to be back in a couple days, he just couldn't fill the empty feeling whenever she was gone. He needed something. And that something was a lot of beer, firewhisky, and cigarettes.
"That's not an excuse." She whispered, and she walked away, letting the tears fall as the rain came down. Her white shirt stuck to her and her dark shorts became black. He could see the familiar black bra as she began to run. Her hair dripped down her back. Draco knew he'd never be able to run his fingers through her thick, beautiful hair ever again. Tucking his hands deep in his pockets, he walked away in the other direction where Kori was waiting for him. When she slipped her hand in his, he sighed and held the tears back as he pulled her in and tried to feel like she was his Hermione. But he'd never get that back, and Kori would never be as warm as Hermione was. She'd have to fill her place until Draco found a way to get his one, true love back. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he knew that was never going to come. He only knew that to be happy and whole and… him, he'd need to get her back. Kori was cold and heartless, just the way he was before he finally got the beautiful, soft, warm, kind, perfect girl he'd been lusting after ever since he'd laid his stormy eyes on her on the Hogwarts Express. When they were both innocent and unharmed and naïve and eleven years old. When they were whole and not cynical or jaded. When they didn't even know the meaning of the words.
The story starts when it was hot
And it was summer
And I had it all
I had him right there where I wanted him
She came along
Got him alone
And let's hear the applause
She took him faster than you can say sabotage
Hermione held on tightly to her brother's hand as they hid behind the tree. They had spotted Draco and Kori by the lake, laughing. They were far enough away so that Draco and Kori couldn't see them, but close enough that Harry and Hermione could hear them. Hermione didn't hear how forced his laugh was.
"Why'd you ever date that Mudblood anyway?" She asked, pulling apart a lily. Harry's hand tightened around hers. Hermione held her breath, waiting for his reply.
"It was a bet." He lied smoothly. Hermione didn't detect the lie in his guarded voice. "It was all a bet. That's it." He said. Kori laughed and nodded. The last four years? A bet? No.
"That makes sense." She smiled. "What was the bet?"
"That I could get her to fall in love with me in a month." Draco answered. Hermione's heart froze in her chest. Tears fell down her cheeks silently. They weren't together for a month. No, try four years.
The Yule Ball.
Well. It was easy to lie to her. She was new. A transfer from another school. Slytherin fit her perfectly.
Harry wrapped his arms around his sister, trying to comfort her.
"Look, 'Mione, we should just go…" He whispered softly. Hermione shook her head.
"No, Harry. Not yet." She muttered, not taking her eyes off of the couple in front of them.
"Did she?" Kori smirked.
"Of course she did. She fell fast..." He trailed off. He fell just as fast. No, he fell faster. After just a couple weeks of watching her. She was beautiful and she lit up the room. Her laugh was the sound of a choir of angles. He turned around. Hermione never saw the regret cloud his silver eyes and the lie was swimming around in their depths as she hid her head in her brother's chest.
"Did you ever love her?" Kori sneered, laying on Draco's chest just the way that Hermione used to. Hermione never saw the cold look in his eyes as he looked down at her and the bitter words come from his mouth. No, what he felt for Hermione was more than love. He didn't know what it was , exactly, he just knew that she was his whole world and more.
"Of course not. Why would I ever fall in love with a Mudblood?" He sneered. Why was he lying to her? Why? Even Harry could detect the lie and hurt in his voice. Draco had been like his brother before what he'd done to Hermione. His voice was familiar. Harry had listened to it nearly every day for the past four years. He was even over at Molly's house during the summers. Or at Sirius's house. Wherever Hermione was, he'd be there.
"Look, 'Mione, we really should go…" Harry whispered, trying to pull away. Hermione shook her head.
"No." She murmured, wiping the tears away. "Not yet." The look in her eyes told Harry she wasn't going to listen to a single word he said until she heard what she needed to hear from Draco. Harry didn't know what that was yet, but he was scared as to what it would do to his sister. She took a deep breath and gripped her brother's hand very tightly and looked at the man she still so desperately loved.
"She as so ugly anyway!" Kori giggled. Draco frowned and closed his eyes. "How could you even look at her every day?" She smirked. Draco's fist clenched and his jaw set. He bit his lips and slowly opened his empty stormy eyes.
"It was hard." He whispered, not looking at her. It was hard looking at her sometimes, though. It was like looking into the sun. "But I managed." Even though it was so hard to look at her shining beauty and glowing eyes. Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes, Blaise had told him before their third year. It was only one year until they finally got together. Kori didn't know how long they'd been together. They weren't very public about it. The only Slytherin that knew about them, really, was his best friend; his brother, Blaise. Of course, all the Gryffindors knew about it. Draco was in their Common Room a lot. Only 'cause he was scared of what would happen if they were together. The Gryffindors were much more accepting. And because Hermione was part of the Golden Trio, if he made Hermione happy, everyone else left them alone. They kept it as a secret, just something for them to know. Slowly, they began more public. Holding hands, kissing before class, things like that. Draco would carry Hermione's books, when she let him. Which was very rare, so he'd have to rush to grab them before she could. It would result in her adorable pout and playful glare.
"Drake?" Kori said, waving her hand in front of his face. Draco snapped back to reality. "How the hell did you ever kiss her?" She suddenly asked in clear disgust. Hermione held her breath and clenched Harry's hand even tighter. He was beginning to lose feeling in his hand and her ring was cutting into his finger. He returned the pressure.
"By closing my eyes and thinking of something else." He lied. He remembered how her hair fell before her chocolate eyes and how she would bite her lip and how she would look at him from under those long eyelashes, a strong mixture of love and lust filling their depths. That would be when she'd attack him.
"I love you." Kori whispered. Draco swallowed and didn't say anything. He heard sobs and running. He looked around and saw a beautiful girl running away with her brother chasing after her. She was wearing her shorts with faded edges and a black tanktop. She was barefoot as usual. Draco closed his eyes and looked back at Kori. She didn't notice anything.
Hermione fell back onto the couch with tearstained cheeks and red eyes.
"I don't get it." She whispered. "We were so happy."
"I dunno, baby." Ginny whispered, holding her sister's hand. Harry stared at her with a heartbroken expression on his face. "I dunno."
"It's his loss." Seamus offered. Harry looked up at him.
"Is there anything I can do?" Ron asked, carrying her favorite blanket and a cup of hot tea. He set the steaming mug down in front of her and covered her in her blanket. Hermione smiled at him as he sat down next to Harry. Suddenly Ginny's eyes went cold as she stared at the door.
"What are you doing here?" She snapped when Blaise reached them. He held his hands up.
"I just wanted to see how she's doing." He said, sitting next to Harry on the table. Hermione stared at him blankly. "Draco also wanted me to give you something." And with some difficulty, he extracted a piece of paper from the pocket of his skinny jeans. He handed to Hermione. She looked at it.
"What is this?" She asked. Blaise smiled at her.
"It's a letter." He answered. Hermione handed it to Ginny, who reached over and threw it into the fire. Ginny turned back around and glared at Blaise.
"You can go now."
I never saw it coming, wouldn't have suspected it
I underestimated just who I was dealing with
She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum
She underestimated just who she was stealing from
"Revenge." Hermione repeated, staring at her sister. Ginny nodded eagerly. Harry sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
"Yes." She smiled. "Revenge, baby."
"As much as I hate when Gin does this kinda stuff… She can get.. Crazy… He deserves it. She's scarier than Voldemort sometimes.." Harry muttered, smiling at Hermione. Hermione sighed and looked at Ginny.
"What d'you have in mind, Kitten?" Hermione asked her sister. Ginny giggled.
"Well.. It requires you to actually put some makeup on and…" She looked around the common room. She spotted Seamus by the fire. "SEAMUS!" Ginny yelled. He jumped up and looked around, scared. He had every reason to be.
"WHAT?" He called back. Ginny rolled her eyes impatiently.
"Get your ass over here!" She said. Seamus stood up and walked over to the group hesitantly.
"What?"
"You're going to Hogsmeade today with Hermione." She stated. Hermione dropped her cup of tea. Seamus dropped his apple on the floor.
"What?" Hermione hissed. Seamus looked confused. "Thisis what you had in mind when you thought of revenge?"
"Ginny, that's kinda mean… Using Seamus…" Harry said, looking at Seamus curiously. Seamus was looking back and forth from Ginny and Hermione.
"What exactly d'you have in mind, Ginny?" He asked. Hermione pouted and sighed. Ginny smiled at him.
"You, Seamus, are going to take my Hermione out to Hogsmeade as soon as she gets dressed." Ginny started. "You're going to take her to the Three Broomsticks. You're going to hold her hand and buy her a butterbeer or a firewhisky." She then looked at Hermione. "You, Dollie, are going to allow Seamus to kiss you."
"I'm WHAT?"
"You're going to let Seamus kiss you."
"Ginny, how do you know Draco's going to even be there?" Harry asked. Seamus was smiling, looking confused and Hermione was staring at the floor.
"Oh, I talked to Blaise." She explained simply. She turned back to Seamus. "You, Seamus, are going to go upstairs and get dressed." She said, pointing up the stairs. She pulled Harry up. "And, Harry, honey, you are going to go help him." Ginny said. Harry stood up and looked back at his girlfriend with a frown and slowly followed Seamus up the stairs, mumbling about how guys didn't need help getting ready. "Harry James Potter!" Ginny snapped. Harry jumped in fear and ran up the stairs.
"Ginny, why are you making me go out with Seamus?" Hermione glared at Ginny when she sat her down on the bed and began to throw clothes to her.
" 'Cos Draco always saw Seamus as a threat." She said.
"First, how do you know that? And second, why the hell would Draco see Seamus as a threat?" Hermione exclaimed as she threw her shirt off and slipped a sundress on.
"I dunno, Dollie." Ginny sighed as she threw Hermione her makeup bag. Hermione threw her hair up and walked over to the mirror and began to apply her makeup carefully.
"So, Seamus does know you're making me use him?" Hermione clarified as she slipped her flats on and ran down the stairs. Ginny nodded.
"Harry should've told him, yes." She ran into Seamus.
"Honey, you do know we're only doing this to make Draco jealous, right?" Ginny said softly. Seamus nodded. Hermione frowned at him.
"I'm sorry.." She muttered. Seamus shrugged.
"It's all good in the hood." And he offered her his hand. Hermione took it and took notice of how awkward it felt. "You look beautiful." He smiled as they walked away.
"She's going with Seamus to Hogsmeade today." Blaise told Draco quietly. Draco's eyes widened.
"How do you know?" He whispered. Blaise looked down. He knew Ginny's brilliant plan, of course, but still, he hated lying to his best friend.
"I overheard Hermione telling Ginny 'bout it." He lied smoothly. "Looks like Hermione has moved on.."
Draco looked he was ready to break something or he was on the verge of tears. It killed Blaise to see his brother like this. He bit his tongue to keep from telling him the truth.
"Hi, baby." Kori grinned as she sat on Draco's lap. Blaise grimaced at the sight. She was wearing tight (really, really tight) skinny jeans and a red tank top that she had tied back so that it showed her stomach. Draco forced a smile.
"Hey, Kor." Draco replied. She was wearing high heels. He looked over her at Blaise.
"You're sure?" He asked. Blaise nodded. Kori pulled Draco up.
"Ready to go?" She asked. Draco looked at Blaise again and nodded.
She's not a saint and she's not what you think
She's an actress, Whoa
She's better known for the things that she does
on the mattress, Whoa
Soon she's gonna find
Stealing other people's toys on the playground
Won't make you many friends
She should keep in mind,
She should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge, Ha
"So.. What happened between you and Draco anyway?" Seamus asked as they made their way down the street. Hermione sighed. Seamus squeezed her hand and Hermione appreciated the gesture.
"Well… Er, you know how long we've been together, yeah?"
"Yeah," Seamus said, frowning. "Four years."
"Yeah, well, he went to a party one night when Ginny and I were with Harry at his godfather's place." Hermione started. "And we were helping well, he's basically Harry's uncle, but we were helping him with some stuff. And I really, really missed Draco and he had called me earlier, telling me that he and Blaise were going to a party. I didn't really care and I thought it was cute that he called me and told me. And when I got back…" She took a deep breath and continued to speak. "Well that was our last week before going back to Hogwarts. I found out the first week back what had happened at the party. A new girl, a Slytherin girl had, er, been bragging about it…"
"Bragging about what?" Seamus asked after a long silence. Hermione looked away from him as she spoke.
"About what happened at the party." She took another deep breath.
"What happened at the party?" Seamus asked, squeezing Hermione's hand again. Hermione returned the pressure.
"Well… er…" She didn't want to say it. When Seamus put his arm around Hermione in comfort, she knew he understood. "He claimed it was 'cos she was wearing the same dress I used to wear. And she was wearing the black flower I wear in my hair sometimes, you know the one? And she was wearing the same heels I wear. She said her hair fell in her eyes the way mine did. Her hair was curled and he said it looked like mine. But she has black hair. Black, black hair. And icy blue eyes. He said it happened only 'cos he was drunk. I didn't believe it. That's always the excuse, isn't it?" She linked her fingers in Seamus's looking for comfort. He smiled and opened the door to the Three Broomsticks. She went to go find a seat and waited for Seamus.
"So, why are we trying to make Draco jealous?" Hermione asked when Blaise sat down across from her. He shrugged.
"I've learned it's unwise to question Ginny's motives sometimes." He said. Hermione laughed.
"Is it working?" She asked curiously, staring at her ex boyfriend. Blaise smirked.
"Hell yes." He laughed. "Look at how he's glaring at Seamus… Poor guy. It looks like Draco's plotting his death now."
"Question, why is Draco getting so jealous when it's him who screwed this all up?" Hermione frowned. Blaise shrugged.
"Erm, I dunno." He lied. Hermione glared at him.
"Yes, you do. Don't lie to me, Blaise Zabini." Blaise shuddered under her glare.
"I'm serious, Hermione, I don't know!" And with that, he got up and ran. Hermione scared him sometimes. Seamus handed Hermione a large glass of firewhisky. Hermione thanked Seamus quietly and looked over at the couple sitting at the bar. Blaise was whispering something to Draco, who was staring in their direction with wide eyes and a frown. Kori turned around and glared at Hermione.
She looks at life like it's a party
And she's on the list.
She looks at me like I'm a trend and
She's so ever it,
I think her ever-present frown is a little troubling,
She thinks I'm psycho 'cos I like to
Rhyme her name with things.
"I wonder why she's glaring at me." Hermione said to Seamus. "She's usually smirking…" Then Draco looked over at Hermione and Seamus.
"Hurry up, Seamus, kiss me!"
He leaned over in his seat and Hermione closed her eyes. He tasted like butterbeer and peppermint gum. They broke apart when a glass crashed to the floor, shattering glass shards everywhere. He grabbed Kori's hand and they walked out of the bar. Blaise turned at the door and smiled widely at them.
"Nice one!" And he ran out into the warm sunlight.
Hermione slipped the black dress on. It hugged her curves perfectly and a flower sat on her hip as the dress fell to her knees gracefully. She stepped into the black heels. They were two and a half inches tall and she played with her hands nervously as she left the bathroom.
"You look… stunning." Ginny whispered. Harry smiled at his sister softly.
"You look beautiful, Hermione." He complimented. Hermione blushed and slipped her hand into Ginny's. They walked out of the common room and made their way to the Great Hall. Suddenly, Hermione stopped in her tracks and dropped Ginny's hand. Her smile faded and she began to back away.
"What's wrong, Kitten?" Ginny asked. Harry put his hand on his girlfriend's shoulder and turned her around. Draco was looking around as Kori held onto his hand. She was wearing a red silk dress with a black bow. She had a black flower in her hair. She was wearing black heels. Hermione shook her head and ran off in the opposite direction, tears falling down her cheeks. Kori saw this and laughed.
Bus sophistication isn't what you wear
Or who you know,
Or pushing people down to get you
Where you wanna go,
But they don't teach you that in
Prep school, so it's up to me.
But no amount of vintage dresses gives
You dignity.
Her dress was torn and ripped to shreds and thrown out the window. Her heels were somewhere in the lake and her makeup was running down her cheeks and her hair was a tangled mess. She had scissors in her hand and was threatening to cut her hair. She sat in the middle of her room in her jammie shorts and a tanktop. There were deep cuts on her wrists. People were banging on the door, screaming for her to come out. Blood was leaking to the floor white carpet.
"Don't make me break down this door!"
"Go away!" She dropped the scissors to the floor and picked up the knife again. She sliced open another cut and cried out in pain. It felt good. There was a loud crash and her family fell to the floor. Her sister had tears streaming down her face.
"Hermione," Her brother said softly, trying to take the knife from her hand. She didn't let go. "Please, let go." His voice was pained. Hermione saw the pain and fear in his eyes and she let the knife fall to the ground. Ginny ran over to her and wrapped her arms around her sister.
"Sissy, please, please…" She whispered into her hair. "Please calm down." Hermione's eyes were wide and dark. Harry took her left wrist and wrapped it in a thick bandage. She closed her eyes and let herself fall into Ginny's arms. She look a brush and began to brush through her sister's hair.
Seeing Kori in that outfit had sent Hermione into overdrive and she went.. crazy. And she was getting so much better. This hadn't worked out the way Ginny, Harry, and Blaise had planned.
"Draco," Blaise whispered softly. Draco turned around.
"What?" Then he saw blood on his hands. "What happened?" Before Blaise could answer, Kori dragged Draco away.
She's not a saint and she's not what you think
She's an actress, Whoa
She's better known for the things that she does
on the mattress, Whoa
Soon she's gonna find
Stealing other people's toys on the playground
Won't make you many friends
She should keep in mind,
She should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge, Ha
Kori stood in the middle of the dance floor, looking around. Draco had just ran off and she had a feeling as to where he'd disappeared to. What was up with him lately? Ever since they'd seen her on a date with Seamus Finnigan in Hogsmeade, he'd been acting all… Was he gonna go back with her? Why would he? Their whole month long relationship had been based on a bet, right? Anyway. She was a Mudblood. He wouldn't date a Mudblood just because, would he? He was too good for her, anyway. She wouldn't deserve him. And from what she'd seen of the ugly girl, she was taking the breakup hard. It was only a month, right? Or was it longer…? She pulled aside a cute Ravenclaw boy.
"How long were Draco and the Mudblood together for? Just a month, right?" She snapped at him.
"Four years." He said quickly. Kori screamed in frustration and stormed off into the black night, chasing after her man. The Mudblood girl didn't deserve him. It was time she claimed what was hers.
I'm just another thing for you to
Roll your eyes at, honey,
You might have him,
But haven't you heard?
I'm just another thing for you to
Roll your eyes at, honey,
You might have him, but I always get the last word.
"Is she okay? Whose blood is that? What happened? Is Hermione okay? Blaise, answer me! Whose blood is that and what the hell happened?"
So Kori's suspicions were right… he only question was.. why?
"'Blaise, I swear to God, if you don't tell me what the hell is going on, I am going to cu-" Blaise pulled Draco roughly to the side.
"She… She saw you with Kori in that dress. She saw you smiling and holding her hand." Blaise took a deep breath. "She locked herself in her room and she… well… I hate to use this word, but… she went crazy. She was getting better. So much better. She had scissors and before I came, Harry told me that she was threatening to cut her hair. But that's not the worst part. She ripped her dress up and threw it out of the window after throwing her heels into the lake.
And, Draco, mate, she was… She was cutting herself."
Draco ran to Gryffindor Tower. He heard screaming and yelling.
"What's going on? Harry?" Harry turned around from the heartbreaking scene and pulled Draco to the side, covering his arm in blood as he did so.
"What are you doing here?" He hissed.
"Blaise told me.. He took me here." Draco quickly responded. His eyes were wide with fear.
"I don't think…" Before Harry could finish his sentence, Ginny had looked into the hall and dragged Draco into the room.
She's not a saint and she's not what you think
She's an actress, Whoa
She's better known for the things that she does
on the mattress, Whoa
Soon she's gonna find
Stealing other people's toys on the playground
Won't make you many friends
She should keep in mind,
She should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge, Ha
Draco's eyes filled with tears at the sight. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading for help. She reached for him. He ran to her.
"Oh, Hermione.." He whispered painfully. He sank to the floor and picked up her wrist and kissed the cuts there softly. "What have you done to yourself?"
"Look what you've done to me." She whispered softly. Tears were still streaming down her face. "Look at this mess you've made of me." She looked at him. Draco wiped her tears and kissed her forehead. Everyone around the room was staring at them. Ginny and Harry were scared of what was going to happen, and stood close at hand, ready to step in if need be. Ron and Seamus stood at the door, feeling as intruders in such an intimate and sad moment. Blaise watched at the window.
"You scare me, Hermione." Draco whispered in her ear. She shuddered and closed her eyes tight.
"Good, 'cos I need you to save me." She murmured back. He finally let the tears fall as he took Hermione fully into his arms. She sobbed into his shirt. She stained his best dress shirt with black make up and red, red, blood.
Harry still held the knife in his hand as he stared at the couple. Ginny took it from him and handed it to Blaise, who wrapped it in a handkerchief. Draco carried Hermione in his arms as he followed Blaise out of the room.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Hospital Wing, Kitten."
Draco set her on the bed and looked around at the others.
"Can I talk to her for a moment?" He asked quietly. He looked only at Ginny. Ginny looked at him for a minute. His eyes were pleading. Ginny nodded and led the others away.
"Hermione…" He whispered, pulling the hair out of her eyes. "I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve what I did to you. I… erm, I can't believe what I've been doing all year. And I know it's too late for this, but I really do feel horrible about what I did. I don't know why I didn't chase after you or why I didn't walk away from Kori when it was always you that I wanted. When it was always you that I loved. You took my heart and held it from the very first moment I saw you, and.. she… Kori… she… I don't know what came over me. I've loved you for seven years, Hermione. I've held you in my arms for four. Four wonderful, beautiful, perfect, sunny years. You were going to be the one I was going to marry and the one I was going to die with. You were the one that saved me and the one that warmed my icy heart. You made me believe in love. You made me believe that there was such a thing as a happy ending. You were my Cinderella and I was your Prince Charming. You were the only light in my life. I lived for you, Hermione. I lived for the moments when I held you in my arms, watching you sleep. I lived for the moments when you attacked me in the pouring rain. I lived for watching you dance, watching you put so much raw passion into your dancing. I lived for the moments when you let your guard down and I could fully see what you were thinking. I lived for the moments when you kissed me. I lived for the moments when you told me you loved me. I lived for the moments when you held my hand.
I lived for the moments that made me fall in love with you again.
Every day I saw you without me, seeing how… seemingly happy you were, it killed me. You were always good at hiding things. But I still saw the pain in your eyes and knowing that it was me that caused it made me want to kill myself. I watched you with Harry and Ginny. I watched you with your family. I saw you dance with Ginny in the pouring rain with your pretty dresses on. I saw you walking barefoot to class. You still braid your hair and bite your lip when you're nervous. You still wear the ring I gave you. And you always wear that necklace that Harry got for you on your sixteenth birthday. And you're never without the bracelets that Ginny got you for your fifteenth birthday. You still wear the sunglasses that Ron gave you two years ago. You always wear the old Chuck Taylors that Blaise bought you for the end of the year dance a couple years ago. You wear the same smile. Your eyes still sparkle when you laugh. Your fingernails are always painted black. Your hair is always wavy and though you stopped wearing makeup, you look beautiful. You're a beautiful and perfect girl and you don't even have to try.
You're the sunlight."
Hermione was crying the whole time he was talking.
"I missed hearing your voice." She whispered. "And you were never my Prince Charming," She muttered. "You were my Beast, remember?"
"And you were my Beauty." He smiled. "It was always you and your strange fascination with Muggle fairytales." He took some gauze from the table and gently took her hand in his and began to wrap her wrist. "I'm so sorry for this."
"Just clean it up. I can't stand to look at the blood another minute."
"What d'you think he's saying?"
"I dunno…"
"He feels really bad about all of this you know."
"Well… He was the only one that could really calm Hermione down."
"We tried. Harry, you got the knife out of her hands."
"And you got her to breathe."
"But I don't think we could've done what Draco did."
"Yeah, he just walked in and she reached out for him."
"I can't help but think…"
"That Seamus is what caused Draco to come back?"
"Me? How?"
"You made him jealous, dumbass!"
"Well.. yeah..but.."
"Seamus, just shut up."
"I'm serious-"
"No, I am!"
"Sirius? No, now is not the time!"
"Wait. Sirius, how the hell did you get here?"
"Harry told me what happened."
"How the hell did Harry do that?"
"I used the mirror."
"What mirror?"
"The mi- oh! Ron, shut up! I think they're coming!"
"Sirius, you shut up."
"Blaise… Don't make me hurt you."
"Why are we talking in the dark?"
"I dunno. 'Cos it's a new moon and it's cloudy and the lights are all out."
"Thank you, Ronald. We hadn't noticed."
"Hey everybody, what happened?"
"Remus? Dude. What.. How the hell-?"
"Sirius and I have a mirror, Harry."
"What the fuck?"
"Shhhh! I hear footsteps!"
"Ohh… I hear them, too, Ginny… Where are they coming from?"
"Erm, I think… SHUT UP!"
"Guys… What are you doing?"
"Er, Draco! How nice to see you, mate!"
"Rem-"
"How's Hermione?"
"Siri-"
"Answer the question!"
"What question?"
"How's Hermione?"
"Oh! She's good! She's sleeping now."
"Oh, that's good."
"Madam Pomfry gave her a sleeping potion, yeah?"
"Yup yup."
"Did she say when she can have vistors?"
"No, Ginny, she did not."
"Just making sure, Draco. Just making sure."
"Well. I think we should, er, go somewhere else."
"What? Sirius! That's stupid!"
"It's not stupid, Moony."
"Actually, I think Sirius is right for a change. Let's go.."
"Let's go outside. There's too many of us right now to go to the common room."
"Yeah, that and we have a two Slytherins that the Gryffindors are not too crazy 'bout especially after what happened tonight. And two adults."
"Off we go then!"
"Hermione, honey, are you alright?" Ginny asked softly as Hermione came bouncing down the hill towards the large group. The afternoon sun caught her hair blowing in the wind.
"Better than ever, Jillybean!" She grinned.
"Whoa. I haven't seen that smile in a while." Harry beamed at his sister, kissing her cheek as she threw her arms around him. Hermione fell back against the green grass and smiled up at the sun.
"I feel happy, truly happy for the first time all year." She said. Draco leaned over her, covering the sun, and kissed her.
"I love you, Beauty."
"I love you, Beast."
She took him faster than you can say sabotage.