Here's chapter 6.
Sorry for taking so long, my cousin moved in with my and I haven't had time to write because she hogs the computer.
Classes had been going for just over a month now, and things had almost completely calmed down.
That morning was interrupted by Hermione flinging open the bathroom door, running in and puking her guts up.
UGH this is the third time this week I must have the freaking flu! She thought to herself, as she flushed the toilet, then brushed her teeth quickly.
A few seconds later Draco walked in, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"Again?" He asked gruffly, and sighed at her nod.
"Well if you feel better now go back to sleep this is a ghastly hour to be awake." Draco yawned, not even fully opening his eyes from exhaustion.
"Can I sleep with you? For some reason you ease my stomach." She said, yawning, because he yawned.
"You wanna sleep with me? Well okay Hermione, but I don't know if I'm awake enough for that." He winked, glad that he could finally joke about this with her again without her flinching.
"You know what I mean!" She said, blushing profusely.
"Well come on then." He said, rolling his eyes as he walked out.
She followed quickly, lying down beside him in his bed.
She looked up at him for a second, studying his eyes.
"What?" He asked, confused.
"You're sort of beautiful." She whispered.
"Okay you're obviously sick. I mean I know I'm gorgeous, but it's not like you to admit it." He laughed, mockingly putting his hand on her head to check for fever.
"I'm serious." She said, smiling.
"You're beautiful too." He smiled looking down at her.
He stared at her for a second before slowly leaning in towards her, she moved closer as well before sucking in a scared breath.
He pulled back, looking away.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He mumbled.
"No I'm sorry, I'm just not ready yet. Just give me a little bit of time and I'll be ready. It's just hard, seeing him almost every day, and there's nothing I can do about it since nearly every Gryffindor is supporting his alibi since they hate me. And the professors can't get proof since Snape is out of Verituserum." After she finished talking she was breathing heavy since she hadn't taken a breath during that.
"I know Mya. I wish Snape could make more faster, but you know it takes a while to make a good one. It'll be another whole month until it's made." Draco sighed, pulling her head up onto his shoulder, rubbing up and down her back.
No more negative stuff Dray." She muttered softly, snuggling into his shoulder.
"Dray?" He asked, chuckling slightly.
"Well yeah, you call me Mya, so I'm gonna call you Dray. Do you not like it?" She asked, biting her lip.
"Yes I like it, I've just never been called that before." He said.
"Good." She smiled.
Not long after they were both asleep.
Hermione woke up about 2 hours later, feeling a sudden wave of nausea. She quickly swallowed it down, sighing in relief when it passed.
She shook Draco awake saying they needed to get ready fro breakfast, he rubbed his eyes, yawning as he slowly got up.
She noticed for the first time he was only wearing boxers, and she bit her lip as she took in his muscled body.
He had a 6 pack, and fairly large arm muscles, everything about his body was really perfect.
She wondered if the rest of his body was as nice as the rest of him. Her eyes widened as that thought passed through her head, embarrassed by the naughty thought she hurriedly ran out of the room.
Her face was flushed as she leaned against her door, her heart thrumming loudly in her ears.
I just got turned on by Draco Malfoys body. She thought to herself in shock.
As she tried to get the image of his fit body out of her head she slowly dressed in her uniform.
As she pulled on her skirt she noticed it was shorter, and her top was tighter around her chest.
"Pansy." Hermione sighed, rolling her eyes as she noticed all of her uniforms were like that.
As she walked out she saw Draco straightening his tie, and blushed slightly.
"You ready for class?" He asked, knowing things were still hard with having to see that bastard everyday.
"As I'll ever be." Hermione sighed.
When they walked out Pansy, Theo and Blaise were waiting outside for them.
Theo and Blaise smiled at Hermione, as Pansy walked up to Draco and whispered something in his ear.
Draco's face was instantly filled with anger, as his fists clenched at his sides.
"What is it Draco?" Hermione asked, confused.
"Why don't you skip classes today?" Draco said, ignoring her question.
She narrowed her eyes at him, her eyes telling him to stop lying.
He held firm, so she took matters into her own hands and started walking towards her class.
She heard them call after her but she ignored them and kept going.
As she got close to the class room she started wishing she would have listened to Draco.
There were pictures of her all over the wall, some of the pictures had her in naughty lingerie, some where she was completely naked, barely covered by a sheet, and one where she was bent over a desk with Ron firmly grasping her hips as he pushed into her.
They were all obviously fake, but they looked so real.
And there, standing in the middle of the crowd of students was Harry, Ginny, and Ron, smiling at her.
Nearly everyone in the room was staring up at the pictures, laughing. Believing them to be real.
"Nice pictures 'Ermione! How about we go a round?" She hear Seamus Finnigan yell from somewhere in the crowd of people.
She felt tears streaming down her face, as she started backing up.
"Oh don't leave 'Mione. Don't you like our present? We figured you were tired of hiding who you really are so we decided to show everyone. Including your parents, they should be getting a copy of each picture right about now." Ron blew her a kiss, looking at her innocently.
She turned to run, but saw Draco standing there. She instantly collapsed into his chest, sobbing, as his strong arms wrapped around her waist.
He kissed the top of her head before picking her up.
"I'm going to take her to her room, take care of all of these pictures." He whispered to Pansy before turning back to face the three culprits.
"And you, you're better believe that you're fucking lucky that I care more about taking care of her, then avenging her because I wold have beat all of your asses, even the ugly little bitch Weaslette. This is not the last you hear from me, I'm Head boy, I know all the passwords to every single common room. I'm not afraid to come kill you in your sleep." His voice was low, deep, filled with so much hatred that everyone knew he was speaking the truth.
"You can't touch us ferret, especially me you can't hit a girl." Ginny said, smirking.
"You're right I can't, but fortunately I never believed that anyone with a face as ugly as yours could be considered female so I won't feel guilty." Draco smirked, before waving at them with his middle finger.
As he turned to walk away, he looked down at Hermione. His heart broke at the sight, she had stopped crying as hard and was simply staring up at the ceiling, a dazed look in her eyes. Every thirty seconds or so a single tear would slide down her cheek and land on the fabric of his shirt.
He felt tears gather in the corner of his eyes, trying to keep them from falling as he carried her to the common room.
He slowly walked through the portrait, at first going to lay her on the couch, but deciding to take her to his room.
As he placed her gently onto his bed, the tears finally started falling.
"Mya I promise you, I Promise, I'm going to fix you, he's broken you again but I'm going to fix you." He stopped for a second, grabbing her hand and kissing the palm of her hand before placing it on his cheek.
"Because I love you, and I am to go to the ends of the earth and back just to see you smile." His tears came harder now, her catatonic state still remaining the same.
He knew why she was like this, he'd heard about this kind of thing before. Everything became too much, so her brain shut down in a way to block out the pain.
He slowly covered her up, leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead.
He stood up and walked out of his room, closing the door and sliding into a sitting position on the floor.
He buried his head in his hands and cried, really cried for the first time in his life. He was raised to never cry, and when he cried the beatings his father gave him were ten times worse. But now, he cried.
He felt completely worthless, the woman he loved was slowly being tortured to death, and he was powerless to stop it.
No you're not. He suddenly heard his fathers voice in his head.
You know exactly how to stop it. You're just too weak to say the killing curse.
"I am not weak, not killing someone doesn't make you weak, it makes you stronger." He muttered to himself, halfway believing it.
Then do what Malfoys do best. Get even.
He pulled himself up off the floor, walking towards the couch. He picked up his Potions book and began looking for a Potion he had come across once before. His eyes lit up as he found it.
The Lethargy potion. (Leh-thar-gee;A pathological state of sleepiness or deep unresponsiveness and inactivity)
This potion will make the drinker fall into a deep unresponsive sleep, the stronger the ingredients the longer the effects.
Instructions:
1. Fill cauldron half-way with hot water.
2. Put in four ounces of Hippogriff tears. (Potion should turn silver)
3. Stir potion counter-clockwise 17 times before putting in 5 drops of wolf blood. (Potion should turn green)
4. Let sit for five minutes before adding 3 crushed Rose petals. (3 Rose petals cause the drinker to sleep for 3 hours, 4 petals for four hours and so on.) (Potion will turn pink, and let out a delightful scent)
5. Stir potion clockwise 23 times before adding 4 Unicorn hairs. (Will make the potion turn light burgundy.)
6. Let potion sit in a room temperature environment overnight, then drop in a frozen frog tongue.
7. Once the tongue dissolves your potion is complete and should be an dark orange.
Draco smiled wide as he read over the instructions, he intended on having Weaselbee unresponsive for quite a while.
Draco had waited until after curfew had passed before getting ready to leave, he would have to swipe the ingredients from Snape but it was worth it.
He checked on Hermione one last time before leaving, expecting her to be in the same state, but shocked to find her sitting up in bed, her knees pulled up to her chest.
He slowly walked into the room, unsure of how she would react to him.
As she looked up at him she had fresh tears running down her face, and he noticed for the first time a letter firmly clutched into her hand.
"Mya can I see it?" He asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
She thrust her hand toward him, the letter crumpling slightly in her shaking hand.
Hermione,
I just received the most horrid pictures of you. I'm very disappointed.
Your father has gone absolutely mad with rage, and we would both
very much like an explanation as to why you've suddenly started acting
this way.
sincerely
Your mother.
When he finished reading, his anger had come back full force.
"They sent those pictures to my parents. My parents think I'm some kind of slag." Her voice was so sad it shook Draco to the core.
I will fix this Hermione, I swear to it." He said, slamming the letter down on the bedside table, and going to walk out of the room.
"Draco. Did you mean what you said? About.. Loving me?" She whispered.
"I meant every word." He said, before continuing to walk out.
After sneaking down to the Potion's classroom he quickly raided Snape's storage, grabbing the ingredients he needed.
After double checking his list, he ran back to the common room.
He turned on the hot water and while he waited for it to heat up he laid out his vials of Hippogriff tears, Wolf blood and Unicorn hairs.
Once there was steam emitting from the water he filled his cauldron half-way.
He sat the cauldron back onto the counter and added the tears, the potion then turned a silver color.
He counted slowly to 17 as he stirred counter-clockwise and then added the blood, this caused the potion to change from silver to green.
He pulled out his wand and make roses appear on the counter, after pulling off all of the petals he doubled them all 50 times until he had a large pile of petals.
After quickly crushing them all his five minutes were up so he quickly added them, the potion turned a light pink, emitting an alluring scent.
He stirred clockwise 24 times, then dropped in the hairs the potion let out a hiss as it turned to light burgundy.
"Now to put the tongue in in the morning then find a way to slip it into Weaselbee's morning pumpkin juice." Draco muttered to himself.
After he had done all of that he grabbed a piece of parchment and sat down at the kitchen table.
Dear Mr. And Mr.s Granger,
This is Draco Malfoy, I'm a good friend of your daughters.
I'm sure you've probably heard negative things about me
in the past but I assure that I care for your daughter.
The pictures you received from Hermione's so called
friends were fake. It's something you call photo shopping
in the muggle world I believe.
She has been hurt severely by these 'friends'
I will not go into detail for it is not my place
to tell you. But I promise you this, your daughter
is the most amazing, sweetest person I've ever met.
And her heart is too pure to ever act like the girl in those
photos.
I hope this message makes it through to you, because Hermione
really needs her parents.
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy.
After sending the letter off with his eagle owl he checked the clock, shocked slightly that it was so late, he decided to go to bed.
As he walked into his room Hermione ran up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist tightly.
"Hey to you too." He said, smiling slightly.
"Thank you." She said softly.
"For what?" He asked, confused.
"For everything, for being there for me, for being my friend, for being my Knight in Shining Armor." She tightened her grip on him more with each word.
"Mya you don't have to thank me, I'll be here for you until you don't want me to be anymore." He said, as she rolled her eyes.
"That will never happen and you know it." She said as she grabbed his hand and walked him to the bed.
"Oh taking me to bed are we Miss Granger, moving a bit fast for me." He joked, causing her to smack him on the chest.
"Quit being a perv." She said, giggling as she waited for him to lay down before snuggling into his side.
She leaned up and kissed his cheek before laying her head on his shoulder.
"Night Dray." She said, yawning.
"Night Mya." He whispered.
Welp, hope you liked it.