Lighten my Dreams

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She sat eating her ice cream alone and reading a book. I wanted to approach her and apologize but I couldn't. She was too beautiful, to kind, to loyal to even talk to me. I was lucky to get punched third year if were being honest. 

Even in the blistering heat I wore a long sleeve gray shirt to cover my arms. Although I had on light brown shorts I was still hot. Father would have never let me wear muggle clothes. Fathers family and mothers family were the same in many ways but with all moms family dead she is a little interested in muggles. Everything is harder when you grow up but nothing was ever easy in the Malfoy house, sometimes people just wave and i flinch like they shot at me. 

As I sat watching her I realized she was still alone. Just as I was about to go over there she looked up, upon seeing me she packed up. I knew it, I laid my head down on the table not wanting to see her walk away. I wasn't always this way, I use to love hurting people but her screams still ring in my head. Her face twisted in pain as tears ran down her face and into her tangled hair. The nightmares are constant.

"Malfoy what's wrong? You've been staring for half of an hour" Her voice was smooth and gentle, yet harsh and edgy. The light wasn't fully in her eyes yet it looked as if there was a ghost stuck behind those glass orbs. 

"I'm sorry Hermione I didn't mean to bother you, I'll be on my way," but as I stood she gripped my wrist. I avoided eye contact at all costs, I was going to cry and I knew it was inevitable. 

"Can I draw it.....?" I didn't know what she was talking about until I realized that she wanted to draw the mark. My eyes widened at the thought of her also seeing the harm I've cause myself.

"Why would you want to draw something as ugly as that? I bet you could draw many things that are beautiful" my voice was horse and my wrist hurt. I think she noticed because she let go but then looked through her bag.

"Because I've already drawn mine." She pulled a sketch pad out handing it to me. The drawing was of the word mudblood from when my aunt carved it into her skin. I felt sick. I couldn't stop her I let her do this to poor Hermione. A few stray tears slipped out and I tried to hide them. 

"A..alright but no one can see it....." I'm sure she seen a tear that escaped my eyes. She smiled sadly but said nothing.

"Come on" she grabbed my arm and apparated us somewhere, her house maybe? "This way" she pulled me to a room with paint splattered walls and canvas every where.There were many beautyful tragic paintings and I was distracted by one that I wasn't sure how she knew about it. She plopped me into a chair. "Would you mind moving your sleeve?" I nodded a little and slowly slid it up, all the marks from last night were there and scars from other nights as well. When she looked over she dropped her pencil.

"Malfoy!" She backed away as if I was a monster, well I was but no one ever did that. Her face showed pure horror, and panic as if she wanted to help but couldn't. "get out. Get. Out." She said. She looked as if she had something to say but didn't.

"I'll see you at Hogwarts then?" I asked softly, feeling hurt. I thought she cared a bit more than throwing me out. 

"Don't bother looking Malfoy, I don't want you near me" Oh that hurt. It really did. It took me 7 years to realize that I love her. It's my fault though...I could have been nice, I could have tried to at least be kind of nice. But no, my father said only pure bloods. I hate him. I hate him with every bone in my body. I felt numb. Kind of dead as well.

I sat in front of the building for a while until I felt sprinkles. Mom was sitting at the table with a house elf and the house smelt good so I put on a happy face. 

"Whats up mom?" Her face lit up and she got up to hug me.

"Oh its wonderful Draco I've sold the mansion, the man is tearing it down and we are moving to a small muggle town and there are people coming to look at books in the work spaces so Ill have money when you're at Hogwarts and you wont have to worry at all," she looked so happy and I do believe it will help being out of this house.

"Good mom I am very proud of you but I have had such a long day, do we have muffins?"

"Yes yes," she handed me one and kissed my forehead. "I love you my little dragon."

"Love you too mom, make sure to get sleep," I left and went straight to bed. It really was a long day and maybe I'll find out who is in my dreams.