Dramione Instagram - Eighth Grade

Hermione

@Hermione_g: Nothing like a walk to clear your mind
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@GinnyIsYourQueen: why do you go to pretty places without me
@Hermione_g: because you complain too much

@theboywholived: what happened
@BlaiseIsYourKing: I would like to know too
@NottTheo: hush I'll have to girl time with her late and get the update

@A_Greengrass: you're stunning
@slytherinprince: well that wasn't forced at all
@A_Greengrass: just because you aren't capable of kindness doesn't mean the rest of us aren't

@ParkinsonsQueen: I'll study with you if you take me there
@Hermione_g: you would get nothing done
@ParkinsonQueen: well then I'll sit there?

Hermione was slowly walking down the hill when she heard footsteps approaching her from behind.

Pulling her wand out of her bag she spun around pointing her wand at the chest of her follower.

Draco tilted his head curiously at her.
"Rather defensive Granger,"

"You could've been anyone,"

"Are you implying you would trust me not to attack you?"

"You've kissed me twice, somehow I doubt you're going to attack me now,"

"Three times,"
"What?" Hermione frowned lightly at his remark.

"Three times." Draco stated again, his lips forming a slight smirk at her confused expression.

He studied her as she realised what he was implying.
"It was you?" Hermione lowered her wand, curiosity getting the better of her.

Draco took another step forward, "Yes, it was me," he replied earnestly.

"Why?" Hermione cautiously tool a step away from Draco as he approached her.

"Because I was half drunk the first time and wanted to remember it properly," he softly frowned as he said this, noticing her apprehension.
"Granger?" he whispered, taking another step forward through the grass.

But Hermione had stopped listening, she was listening to the bird tweeting behind him, to the wind in her ears, it was all she could hear, she vaguely recognised the slight panic covering Draco's face as her knees gave way beneath her.

"Granger!" Malfoy yelled as he quickly reached forward to catch her. He was counting the seconds she was out for in his head.
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She wasn't moving.
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Was this his fault.
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He gently shook her while mumbling her name.
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He was starting to panic.
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He could hear himself yelling for help.
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He knew no one could hear.
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He was meant to be able to wake her up.
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He made her pass out from stress and panic.
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His throat felt dry and the air was getting hard to breathe in.
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He knew a spell that can fix thus.
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Book of Medical Recovery. Page 36. Line 8. Word 2.
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There was a loud gasp and Hermione opened her eyes, choking on air.
Draco's whole body tensed, his eyes slowly followed the path from his shoulder to his elbow to his hand. The hand that was firmly pressed against her chest. More specifically the lower part of her breastbone, placing a large amount of pressure against her chest.
He stared at her shirt, which was crinkled into his hand.
"I cant-" Hermione gasped, "breathe," she was choking.

Draco felt himself slowly release pressure on her chest as if he wasn't in control of his own hand. He could see himself getting further up, he was standing now.

And as if he were hit with the force of a moving train as his brain caught up with his actions.

He felt like a knife had just been stabbed into his gut.

He was losing his breath. He had taken away her ability to breathe.
Only briefly. He still did it. Ten seconds. For ten whole seconds Granger couldn't breathe. Because of him.

He hurt Granger.
He hurt Pansy.
He hurt everyone.
He. Hurts. Everyone.

He stumbled back his eyes widening in disbelief.
"Malfoy?" Hermione's voice filtered into his ears.
His last name. Like a punch to the gut. Every part of him hated that name.
He would trade everything to have a different name.
One that didn't come with the reputation.
One that didn't come with the pain.
One that didn't come with being forced to hate anyone who isn't a pureblood.
One that allowed him to smile.
To laugh.

To love.

"Draco?" The use of his first name caused him to instinctively narrow his eyes at her.

He watched her eyebrows lift, her face slowly morphing into one resembling shock.

"I didn't-" He stopped. He didn't know what to say, how to tell her. How to explain.

He never had the chance before.