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Chapter 7: The Little Monsters in Their Head.
Draco remained where he sat. He wasn't able to move. It was as if he were paralyzed. Maybe it was because his legs felt like Jello,and his heart had shattered into a million pieces. Maybe.
He honestly felt bad for the Gryffindor. He honestly never thought that they would completely ditch her like that. He expected her to come back with a five foot essay saying so, and also explaining in full detail on why they would never do that to her. He placed his head on his knees. He had no time for pitying her. He had to obey the Dark Lords every command or he would suffer the consequences.
'Maybe death would be the better option.' He mused. Knowing that it obviously was the best option. Sighing he found the strength to head back to his room. As he trudged back he tripped over something. He glanced down at the picture. It was the Golden Trio, and they all looked about twelve. The picture was torn, and the frame cracked. The glass that 'protected' the picture, was shattered. Picking up the bigger remains he looked at them.
It was Hermione's, she insisted that she was allowed to hang her pictures around the common room. Draco had only agreed to shut her up. Which was the best decision he had probably ever made.
"Reparo."He whispered to the object. The pieces began to reconnect, piece by piece. He placed the delicate picture on the floor , where he had found it. Then went into his room.
He flopped onto the bed, thoughts having a War in his head.
'She's a filthy Mudblood!' Why would you care what happens to her!'
'She's still a human being, she still has feelings! Why wouldn't you care?'
'The Dark Lord would be rather displeased with you. And you know this. Stop this now.'
'You never liked the Dark Lord, he took your childhood away. He took your only father and made him drunk on power! How can you stand by his side?'
'Why wouldn't he stand by his side? He despises filthy being like her!"
'Not true he lo-'
"Stop it!" He yelled. "Shut up! Stop making my mind in two!" He shouted at himself. He hated feeling torn. It wasn't like he didn't know what was right, but the fact that his life was on the line if he chose the Light Side. He couldn't help but feel he had more to give in life then dying heroically. Although his death would be a great one if he did. He hated the idea of death, and he hated the idea of people dying.
Hermione was crying profusely in her room. She had torn all the pictures of her and her 'friends' down. All she had left was the few pictures of her and her parents. She sobbed for what seemed like hours.
'How can the just not care for me anymore?'
'Maybe they never did care?'
'Don't be stupid, how could they keep up that act for so long?'
'Homework, and their lives. You're just their personal library.' (AN thank you reviewer who said this credits to them)
'And I fell for it, I'm not that gullible'
'Obviously you are.'
She let the voices take over. They seemed to have more of an opinion than she did over this matter. She was face first into her pillow. She had always hated doing this because the idea of her suffocating always had come to mind. But at this point she didn't care at all. She would rather die in her own misery than a battle she was never a part of anyway.
Her sobs had finally subsided enough for her to drift off into some dreaming state, where she could fully relax. Well relax until the nightmares would kick in that is.
Screaming bloody murder when she woke up, she began to cry again.
The nightmare had been brought in full swing. Her room was pitch black indicating it was probably around 2 a.m. She began to cry harshly, she couldn't believe her imagination had led her to that point.
Suddenly her door swung open. And there stood Draco Malfoy with a worried, but yet drowsy expression on his face. Wand at the ready, as if the first attack had started. Hermione looked at him between sobs. He was topless, but wearing what seemed to be green flannel pants.
"God Granger are you alright? You had me worried! I thought the War had started, or something bloody awful happened. Like an attack...' He rambled, then looked at the girl who was still sobbing on the bed.
Her hair had become even more unruly. Her eyes where probably swollen from her hours of crying. Her face was red from embarrassment, and her crying. He stood their awkwardly.
"I'm so- sorry I bo- bothered you." She hiccupped. His expression softened as he heard her try and explain her predicament.
"I just ha- had this bloody aw- awful night terror." She whimpered. Draco moved closer to her.
"Do you need to talk about it?" He asked. His heart had taken over his 'common sense'. She nodded, she was tired, she had no idea what she was doing. All she knew was she needed to talk to someone who was actually going to listen.
"You can sit on my bed if you want." She whispered. Their eyes locked as he did so.
"It was about the War. And I was in it, fighting. Harry and Ron were busy fighting something off Ginny. Neville was protecting Luna, and I was left alone. I was fighting Death Eaters by myself. I even managed to kill a few. But people thought I was strong enough on my own-" she started to choke the words out now. "- Then one came up and I tried my hardest to fight him, but I just- I just wasn't strong enough. He Avada'd me." She whispered. He stared at her. She had dreamt about her own death.
"But the worst part was, I knew they where all watching me. The people I had called friends for seven years. They watched me die, and didn't do anything to stop it. Not one tried to kill the man afterwards. And all this time I honestly thought someone cared." She sobbed.
Draco somehow wrapped his arms around her in a comforting hug. She sobbed for a bit more. Then she fell asleep her face pressed is chest.
"I care Granger." He whispered.
Ok sad chapter. I may only update weekly now, so please don't hate me! Hope you enjoy, please review what you think! :D