Dramione: its magic

Amorticia

Hermione's p.o.v

It has been a week since I threw myself off of the tower. It has been a week since Malfoy caught me. The temporary sense of security which he provided, long gone. As is my hope of it ever returning. I haven't slept without dreaming of him. It's not that I have feelings for him, I don't. However, I cannot simply forget that I now owe my life to Draco Lucius Malfoy. Nor, can I forget  the shriveling depression that lead me towards the tower. It's different now though. It in no way, shape, or form has lessened. More as, I have a greater capacity, so I am able to endure the same amount of pain, yet I'm still able to function. My friends think I'm getting better, or at least, they hope I am. Just because I don't run from them anymore. Just because I'm eating again. They think I'm better. I love my friends, but they can be so dense. Then again. I don't blame them. My famous fake smile has fooled so many, I'm really not surprised that it fooled even the closest of my friends.
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Oh great. Another day of pain to endure with a plastered smile. I get up and change into my same old robes, meet my same old friends, sit in our same old seats, and eat the same old breakfast. An apple and cinnamon toast. It was becoming a bit repetitive. Usually, a routine is what I want. Easy. Predictable. Now, it only depresses me further. I look at my schedule and notice I have double potions with the Slytherins today. Bloody brilliant. Just what I need. To have to see the ferret will only pester me. At least I have Harry as a partner, Ron was stuck with Pug faced Parkison. I shoved the schedule into my bag, got up, and hurried to the dungeons, to potions. Professor Slughorn still wasn't there. So, I sunk down to the floor, holding myself against the wall, and I give myself a brief moment of release. The warm tears slowly trickle down, my throat closes, leaving me gasping. I was so consumed by the pain and the tears that I didn't hear the footsteps until two very expensive looking shoes were standing right in my line of vision. I hurriedly wiped the tears and struggled to regain my breath. I smelt the cologne before I saw him. Spicy and sweet intertwined. A scent I would never forget. Of course. Of all the people to find me crying, it HAD to be Malfoy. He sat next to me, rather close to me. Surprisingly, he didn't make fun of me. He didn't tease me. In fact, he seemed genuinely concerned when he asked "are you alright Granger?" what's going on? Since when is Malfoy nice to me? "oh I'm doing wonderfully! Can't you tell? I'm having the most amazing day!" I say, sarcasm thick in my voice. "I suppose that wasn't the best thing to say. How about, what's gotten you so depressed Granger?" he says. "I'm not depressed. I'm fine." I say, breaking on the last word. As of right now, my life is anything but fine. "I don't think so." he says, scooting closer. My heart froze, then started up again, double time. "Since when do you care? All you've ever said to me was how filthy I am. How dirty my blood is. Why do you want to talk to a mudblood like me?" I started to cry again. What the hell is wrong with me? "Granger, I haven't called you a mudblood in a week. Not since you threw yourself off of the tower. Yes, I know you didn't fall. Everyone, even I, have noticed you haven't been your usual, annoying, know it all self. We all knew something was the matter. But no one thought you were suicidal. It scared me when I saw you falling. It was eerie. Normally, when people are falling from a great height, they scream. You didn't. Even from the ground,I could tell, you were smiling. Not like you had excepted death, rather you put it on yourself. I ran as fast as I could, I had to catch you. I couldn't let the brightest witch of our age end her life when she just got through the worst part of it." I smiled. A real smile. That hasn't happened in so long.  Did Malfoy just compliment me?  "why couldn't  you?" I asked. He opened his mouth, about to answer, but stopped short when he heard the footsteps. "Mister Malfoy Miss Granger!  Nice to see you. Please, please come in! I have a surprise for the class. I think it will really MIX things up!" He burst into a fit of laughter as he unlocked the door. "um sir? What's so funny?" I asked, confused. I hated being confused. "oh, just a pun of some sort miss Granger. You'll see once the rest of the class arrives." he said, mischievously laughing to himself. I don't like this. Not one bit. I sat at my table, waiting for everyone to arrive. Slowly, people started to pile in. Ron and Parkison were the last to arrive. They were probably off snogging. She's just using him. After the war, Ron had become popular. He was getting attention everywhere he went, and he loved it. With the popularity, came power. That's exactly what Parkison wanted. A powerful man. He was being used, but he didn't seem to mind. Professor Slughorn called the class to attention. " Okay class, I have grown to hate the seating arrangement. It's too quiet. It's boring. So, I've decided to MIX  it up!" he said pointing at me. "Now you get my pun miss Granger. So," he flicked his wand at the board and names appeared in groups of two. " everyone find your partner and your new seats. We're going to do a fun little potion to break in your new partners." the partners were listed as this
Pansy-Lavander
Harry -Blaise
Draco-Hermione
Ron-Goyle
The list continued, but I couldn't keep reading. I stared at my name. Corresponding with Malfoy. This isn't going to be good. I gathered my things and sat next to Malfoy, who refused to move. "Granger" he nodded to me in greeting. "Malfoy....look. I think we can agree we are both superb students, and that, if we try to get along, or at least not kill each other,we will ace this class. So, since we're being forced to work together, how about we have a temporary truce." I said. "Fine Granger. Just don't make mistakes. I'm a perfectionist and I don't have room for mistakes." she smiled at this. "you don't need to worry about that Malfoy, you're talking to me after all. I was about to give you the exact same lecture." By this time, everyone had found their seats, however, they weren't happy about it. "Class,I know in your sixth year you learned a bit about this potion, but you never got to make it. Now, you'll get the chance to really impress me. If you make this correctly, you'll prove just how advanced you are, AND you'll get to keep some. Today, we will be making Amorticia. Now. Everyone. Begin." I gathered the supplies while Malfoy sat up the couldren. It was a slow, painstaking task, but after hours of stirring and adding the strangest ingredients, it finally turned a shade of hot pink and emmited a delicious smelling steam. Fresh cut grass. Roses. Rain. And something sweet and spicy took the place of spearmint toothpaste. At least we're done. I raised my hand and Slughorn walked towards us. "Marvelous! Absolutely Amazing! Not a single thing wrong. Everyone, everyone, please. Mister Malfoy and Miss Granger have succeeded in making on of the most complicated potions imaginable! How about a round of applause!" he said, starting to clap, the rest joined in, rather reluctantly. Malfoy and I each got a vial of our potion, I have no idea what I'll do with mine. Maybe give it to Ginny as a present, say it's perfume or something. "Just curious, what do the two of you smell when inhaling the potion?" Slughorn asked. I listed mine off. Malfoy added his afterwards. Old books. Honeysuckles. Fall night air. Lilac. Fire. Cherry blossom. A strange combination, but I'm not one to judge. Actually, I love all of those. Hell, my perfume is cherry blossoms . I make it myself, it gives me something to do. A distraction, I need as many as I can get. We were dismissed. I gathered my things, cleaned out the couldren, and left. I had time to kill, so I went to the black lake. To sit underneath my favorite tree, a cherry blossom in full bloom. It is always so peaceful,I love it. I heard footsteps, along with the crunching of leaves, fall. My favorite season. " What are you doing here Granger, shouldn't you be of with your little friends? I thought you were inseparable." He said. " People change Malfoy. Like you. You seem to be even more annoying then usual." I said. " Like you. You seem to be more cut throat. Damn Granger. I never knew you could be do feisty. It's kind of hot." He said, hopefully joking.   " Seriously Malfoy, what do you want?" I said, cutting to the chase. "I want a lot of things. For you to stop calling me a death eater for starters. I don't want to be associated with them. They're the reason my name is now Mud. I never wanted to join them, but I had no choice. So, can you do me a favor and stop? While you're at it, can you get your friends to stop as well? It just brings back painful memories." he said. He had passion in his voice, yet somehow. It was still broken. I was taken back to his manor. Underneath his crazy aunt, who enjoyed my screams. The searing pain in my left arm, that awful word being etched into it. I couldn't look into her eyes, the way she was enjoying it, only made it worse. The bloodlust was horrifying. I turned away, searching for something, anything else to look at. I found it. The tall blond. His stance, once proud, was now broken. He was broken. So was I. We locked eyes, I could tell he wanted something. To help her? To help me? To run? I didn't know what. The entire time, we looked at each other, it gave me the power to lock  my jaw, and attempt to ignore the pain. It was the first time he held me together, when I wanted, so badly, to do nothing but die.

Special thanks. To me friend/ daughter TiffaniAmber07 
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