Perfect (Harry Potter Fanfiction) Dramione

I'm The Monster

I know you all hate me. I know. But I kinda have an excuse. Kinda. Anyways, please review? I'll love you forever and ever.

"Do we tell someone?" Draco questioned, tracing his lips lightly with the tip of his feathered quill.

Hermione shook her head rapidly, curls bouncing furiously around her face.

"And what, do you suppose, should we tell them? Oh, I know! Hello professor, did you know the object of my nightmares have come to life? Quite right."

Draco pursed his lips into a tight pout. It was late into the night. Dark circles hung under their hooded eyes while sleep crusted at their lashes. Christmas break had begun sooner that day, giving Hermione and Draco an opportunity to ravage the school library in search for some reason behind the madness.

Book after book, the information was useless. No sooner after the sun had risen, Draco dropped a heavy book in front of Hermione.

"Cuachemar. It's a curse, only very few cases. It must have been cast by a very spiteful individual."

Relief of the name being found. Anger at the man who had caused it. Hope for a remedy. Could it be? Thankfulness? To the man who once tortured her?

"Thank you."

It wasn't above a whisper. Yet, it could be heard through out the walls of Hogwarts. A barrier being broken down between two enemies. The coming together of two people who had once been so far apart. It hung silently in the air, but both could feel it.

You're welcome.

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The common room of the heads dorm was dimly lit by the shadow of light that crept through the closed curtains. Upon the couch lay two adolescents with two very different lives and burdens on their minds.

During the course of the morning, the pair slipped themselves out of the library and down to their room. Barely able to make it past the door, they sought refuge on the couch instead.

One of them slept soundly. No dreams or disturbances to awaken them. The other, however, was a different story. Lips parted into dry heaves that took the moisture out of the air. Muscles clenching around the duvet that was placed lightly at the waist.

She was fighting.

He was winning.

Draco, who had forever been the lightest of sleepers, was risen from his slumber by a pair of legs thrashing around him. Carefully, as to not frighten her, Draco shook Hermione by the shoulder.

Something was happening, he could tell. A thin slit was forming on her throat, emitting a deep cry from the helpless girl.

"Dammit, Granger, fight it. You have to fight it." it was said as a hiss, slicing the air and penetrating Hermione's dream.

Her eyes opened, pupils still fully diluted. A had flung to her neck, tears escaping her eyes.

"I'm the monster." She cried, scrambling away from the perplexed boy. "I'm a monster."

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