Cursed | Draco Malfoy

Fifteen

Hermione Granger had not seen Draco Malfoy for two weeks after she had healed his wounds in St Mungos.

He vanished, disappeared practically. It's almost humours, how when she wishes nothing but to never see him every second of every day — he's always there. But, when a part of her wants to see how he's doing, he's completely gone.

It was absurd, she practically knew the Slytherin boy was hiding or avoiding her completely. Ever since she saw his tall, slender figure exit the hospital — he had not left her mind.

She had a ridiculous amount of questions with no answering. What did the scars mean? How long have they been happening? Is Malfoy's family worse than she already thought? And most of all, why did Hermione care so much?

After-all, the witch claimed to hate the bastard, to wish nothing but the worst. But seeing Malfoy in that kind of state, where he was almost — vulnerable, freaked her out.

He was silent, almost as if the quietness in the air was enough to tell Hermione what she needed to know. Her pride wanted to block her from prying into Malfoy's personal life, but scars? On his back? and why, just why, was there the word curse imprinted on him?

Her foot anxiously bopped up and down underneath the wooden table in her room, she was alone. Left with only but her thoughts as she nervously chewed on her lip.

Then, the door swung open. Hermione head snapped up to meet a scared, almost angry Ron Weasley. Instantly the witch felt irritated, "ever heard of knocking?" She expressed before switching her gaze back to her wooden desk in-front of her.

"Is it true?" breathed Ron, instantly making the witch still.

She swallowed, "what is?"

"You, —" he paused, then their gazes met in a fury. "And Malfoy?"

Hermione shut her eyes for a brief moment, flashing back to the conversation and ending of her and Dean's friendship.

"No," said Hermione sharply. "Look Ron," She poised, before getting up from her sitting position — standing in-front of him. Blast it, honestly. She was sick of everyone freaking out over a rumor, she was tired of it.

"All that happened was I found him drunk, and from the goodness of me — I only brought him back to his dorm. Whatever you heard from anyone else just-"

"I believe you," interrupted Ron.

Her eyes perked up, and she felt relief course through her. "You do?" She replied shockingly, it almost sounded as if she told a lie by her tone — but out of all people, she truly thought Ron would freak out the most.

The ginger-haired boy crossed his arms, "of course, but I don't believe you should be meddling around with that putrid ferret anymore," he began, "I mean, all he's done is cause trouble." He finished.

Hermione nodded reluctantly. Half of her agreed with the boy, he had been an enemy of her all her life. But, after a part of Malfoy being revealed to her on a minor inconvenience — she thought maybe a part of her, began to think there was a side of him she never thought he had.

Then her brain froze, she couldn't possibly be feeling sorrowful for him. It wasn't remorse she felt, of course not. It was mainly, curiosity at best.

Ron quirked an eyebrow, he picked up at the energy shift almost instantaneously. "anything else you want to tell me?" He stepped a foot closer to her and she placed her hands behind her back, avoiding the blue eyed boys stare.

"Nope, nothing at all." She spoke sternly, yet Ron could see past the illuminating wall of unsureness and instability over her response. She thought quickly, before changing the subject.