Dramione Fanfic

chapter 11

Hey, oops.  its been a while.  monthes.  but i was busy and stuff.  and now i have written the next couple chapters so i will update more often. here ya go:

Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading

So sick and tired of all the needless beating

But baby when they knock you

Down and out

Is where you oughta stay

-I don't love you, My Chemical Romance

Draco

After the first kiss I was in a daze and on the train I was buzzing with excitement. I held it in until our last seconds then released it as a kiss on her cheek. Hermione blushed in the prettiest way. . .my dad aperated us home and we had an unpleasant dinner. I stayed in my room, hiding, for the rest of the week. I thought about Hermione and tried to imagine being with her instead of in this hell hole.

Halfway through the break, Christmas arrived. We sat stiffly at the table as usual and ate in discomfort. My mother and father talked about a pureblood family whose son married a muggle born and spoiled the family line forever. I hated the conversation but was too afraid to say much.

When my dad said "The boy should be sentenced to years in Azkaban and the girl should suffer the toil of the the Longbottom couple!"

I didn't know what the Longbottom part meant but my fists were clenched and I couldn't resist saying anything. "Why are muggle-born so bad?" They both stared at me, aghast. "Why do we hate them?" I asked as innocently as possible.

"We hate them because they have received a gift that should be passed down from parent to child, not given to any who think they deserve it." His teeth were clenched and his stare was cold.

"But-"

"You dare question my opinion? You would defend a mudblood?" He yelled standing up. I tried to speak but my voice couldn't come. My father raged on. Asking me if I thought mudbloods were okay. I wanted to answer honestly but I knew that that would earn me a beating so I shut my mouth.

I got one anyway. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the kitchen. I heard my chair fall and my mother sighed. I wanted her to make him stop but I knew that she wouldn't.

The next morning I woke up with bruises on my back and burns on my arm. I had cried myself to sleep.

That day was miserable. My father called me down to breakfast as if nothing had happened. I forced my food down then rushed to my room.

I threw up the food. I couldn't hold it down after what had happened last night. When I was in the bathroom, puking, I opened the cabinet to brush my teeth. I saw them there.

They were staring at me. I watched them as I brushed my teeth. I stood in the bathroom and gazed at them. I hadn't used them in so long but right now felt like a good time to try.

I used to be addicted. I had stopped two years ago and the scars had faded to almost nothing, but...

I picked one up, the sharp edge pricked my finger and drew blood.

I let out a deep breath and touched it to my skin.

The next day my father found the cuts. When he saw them he grabbed my wrist which hurt immensely. He demanded to knew what they were even though he already knew.

I broke down crying and tried to explain but couldn't. My mom stopped him from tearing me apart and we apperated to Hogwarts (my dad's powers know no limits.) where they let me come back early.

The next day I woke up in my empty dorm. I was sore and tired and I really wanted to talk to Hermione about. . .anything.

I suffered, alone, in the common room for the week until I looked out the window and saw her by the lake, waiting.

"Why did your dad send you back early?" She asked innocently.

I hesitated to answer truthfully and was about to tell her when she said, "you don't have to tell me if it's a sensitive topic."

I nodded "he was just mad". She smiled sympathetically and seemed know what I meant.

She changed the subject. "I got you something for Christmas" I raised my eyebrows.

"Why?"

"Because. . .why not?" She blushed and pulled out a tiny box wrapped in brown paper. She handed it to me and I took it skeptically. I ripped the paper, neatly, and the tiny black box - an ipod - was revealed. I smiled at her, hoping that my face would show my gratitude.

"Thank you." I took her hand.

"Yeah, it's my old one . I got a new one for Christmas. This one has all my old songs and I added the Weird sisters to it. You can't use it when other people are around because it's not allowed but I always use it when i'm doing homework so. . ."

"Thank you."

"Oh, and you have to charge it every once in a while so you can just bring it to me and I can do it. Or you can go to Hogsmeade and buy a charger."

"Thank you."

She squeezed my hand. I couldn't resist any longer. I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. When I pulled away both of our lips were slightly parted and she was smiling. I smiled back but I was also aware of the concern in her expression.