He was a boy that was cursed from the beginning.
She was a head-strong girl hoping to break it.
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'He was scarred, a broken territory. A fortress that once held innocence and incandescence, now held pain and suffering. A reminder of how exactly D...
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Hermione hadn't known what the matter was, but in her heart - she was slightly nervous. Her brain was a mess, she was a mess. After losing her friendship with Dean, her heart hurt her. It felt like losing a brother honestly, but she knows that it was for the best. Knowing that, the witch's mind spiralled as she began to think deeper, what if the news spread to Ron and Harry? And they too, would think her and Malfoy had done something together.
Nether-less, she had to focus her strong mind to helping whoever needed her. Professor Spleen had ran off to look for her, clearly, somebody was hurt and for the first time in a long time — they had went to Hermione Granger for help.
Her boots clicked against the stoned floors as the professor opened up the door, she was breathing heavy as of now — and her fall eyes darted across the room, as she looked up at the Professor with a bit of confusion and worry.
"Over here," he spluttered, as he quickly rushed over to a bed cot on the far left, marching over to it — as he opened up the white curtain.
Hermiones heart fell at the scene, as she stared at her fair-haired enemy laying there.
She made a small face, as she examined him — he had bloody knuckles, and a huge bleeding scar on his collarbone. He had a dainty grin plastered on his face, his pearly white teeth now half covered in blood.
His blonde set of hair was ruffled and messed up, and she studied him.
The witch has confusion and a faint brood in her brown eyes, she looked up at the professor, "Professor-" she began, in a pleading tone before he looked down at her.
"You told me you've been wanting to help at St Mungos more Miss Granger," started Spleen, then turned to look at Malfoy.
"Malfoy here, got into a messy fight. All our nurses are booked for now, as you can tell," he pointed behind them, and the witch hated to admit it — but it was indeed true. St Mungos was filled with injured, ill, students and professors. She could see that she was possibly the last resort.
But why? Why did it have to be Draco Malfoy she had to heal? Why couldn't it have been anyone else?
"Professor, I don't know if I can help this one-" her panicked eyes moved over to his steel ones, that had loathing packed in them.
She had already helped him once, and got nothing in return but a cruel response. He wasn't thankful, or grateful in anyway for her kind gesture — why should the witch do it again? Just for him to whine like he's always done?
Then, the professor's eyes flowed to a strict expression, "Hermione, I've taught you everything I know. You always tell me how you want to help, and I'm giving you the opportunity. Why are you declining it?" He spoke sharply, immediately, the witch backed down.
