antichrist // dramione

quarte: touch

hermione lay back in her cell, staring at the cold walls, wondering how she got here. she wiped her slow tears away from her face, trying to compose herself. according to draco's mother, bellatrix was coming back for a few hours tomorrow to interrogate hermione again.

hermione rolled onto her side, trying to breathe in and out, trying anything that would calm her breathing. she was lulling herself to sleep until she heard a creak outside of her cell gate. cold sweat decorated her forehead and back, her senses now awakened.

she sat up, drawing the thin blanket around her body. she stood and walked cautiously to the cell, every cell in her body hyperaware of everything. she put a hand on the cell and leaned her forehead against it. 

"move back," came a whispered command. hermione's nerves were a mess as she backed away, fear dripping from every fiber of her being. the door opened and in walked draco in his green cotton pajamas. his hair was thrown every which way and the bags under his eyes had become more pronounced.

"i...i don't know why i'm here." he stammered. hermione's eyebrows knit together slightly, she looked at him steadily. they stood there awkwardly looking anywhere but each other. hermione moved a bit, causing draco's head to snap towards her. she swallowed hard and sat down on her rough bed, motioning for him to have a seat. he stepped towards her hesitantly, sitting stiffly beside her.

hermione took his hand, trying to ignore the zap she felt when they touched. 

she turned his hand over so that his palm was upward and touched her index finger to his hand. she wrote out 

what is different with you

when she finished, draco shrugged, looking away from her. she seized his hand again, not satisfied with his answer.

why are you here

"i don't know." he said, hoarsely, turning to her. his gray eyes looked over her face, resting for a moment on her parted lips.

you sit with me now something you would have never done at school

"things are different, would you believe me if i said i was a foolish prick?"

hell yeah 

"want to know something? i'm afraid to see my aunt tomorrow. what if she knows what my mother did for you? what if she hurts her?" 

hermione had never seen so much emotion on one face. there was anger towards hermione, fear, pain and yet there was still a calm air about him.

"the sad thing is, i can't get myself to be extremely mad at you." draco muttered. "and i don't know why."

hermione placed his hand back on his lap, much to his surprise.

"what's wrong?"

hermione tried to motion that her senses were telling her that something was coming without touching him but it was too late.

"well, well, draco, bonding with our little pet, are we?" 

bellatrix stood in the doorway, her dark aura filling the room. draco stood up quickly, his face hardening.

"don't get attached, baby draco," bellatrix sneered, leaning against the doorway, looking at her fingernails. 

"the Dark Lord is here to have a personal chat with the mudblood."