Dramione: its magic

Breaking

"Granger." he snapped his fingers in front of my face, bringing me back to reality. I wasn't in the manor. I wasn't getting carved. Yet, somehow , I could still feel the pain. I could feel the warm, red blood escaping my body. I looked up at him, and tried to forget. Everything that happened. Sometimes , I wish I could just obliviate myself. But I could never do that. I know if I did, my friends would stop what they're doing, and put all of their power into getting my memory back. They would more than likely succeed. "I  think thats possible, yes. I do think you're not the person that decided to help the man that wanted to kill me." he looked at me sheepishly, "I didn't DECIDE to do anything. I had no choice. He would've killed me and my family. I never wanted any of it. But I'm a Malfoy, and it's what's expected of me." He....didn't have a choice? "So, you just followed Voldemort, because it's what's expected of you? You had a choice to be different! Sirius Black was different. His brother Regulas was different. You had a choice, you just had to be brave enough to take it. If you were worrying about dying, one things for certain, you're going to die. You might as well have done it for a good cause." I yelled at him. I didn't know why it made me so angry. To my surprise, he didn't scream, he didn't yell, he didn't even get angry. What was going on? "I wasn't afraid for MY life, I was afraid for my mother's. Unlike my father, my mother is gentle and caring, she really does love me. Voldemort knew it, and used it against me. He didn't threaten MY life, he threatened hers. I just couldn't let her pay for my not following orders. Wouldn't you do anything to protect your parents? No matter how much it costs you?" Yes. Yes I would. I did. My parents ignorance was their salvation. Not knowing they had a daughter was the only thing that protected them. Now they're safe. And I'm heart broken. I couldn't blame him for what he did, because I did the same thing. My heart tore open, if only it would bleed. But no. I'm uninjured. But I wish I was dead. I could feel my throat tighten, and knew I was about to break. I couldn't let him see me this way I couldn't let anyone. I got up and ran. Blindly. Without a destination in mind. Where could I go? I need a place I can be alone. A place where no one in their right mind would go. Moaning Myrtle's bathroom!

Draco's p.o.v
She ran. But not before I caught a glimpse of her. Her eyes watering, her lips quivering. She was breaking. What did I do? I ran after her, but I could no longer see her. I'll admit, I don't know much about Granger. She's smart and stubborn and proud, so she probably doesn't want to be seen. So, where would she go to break down? Of course! The same place I went. Moaning Myrtle's bathroom! I ran down the corridor, hoping I was right. I turned the corner, and stopped right outside the door. I listened closely. I heard it. Quiet sobs. I opened the door, quietly, as not to startle her. I didn't know what to do. I don't know why I ran after her, I can't do anything for her. "Gra.....Hermione? " did I just call her Hermione? "Go away!" she sobbed. I tentivley walked towards her. Taking slow, deliberate steps. "What did I do?" I sat next to her, and hesitated. How does someone comfort their enemy? I grabbed her wrists and pryed her hands away from her face. She was so weak and fragile, she gave in so easily. I hated it. She's Hermione Granger. She can live through anything, not just live, but thrive. She shouldn't be this way. "Hermione. Hermione please. Whatever I said, I'm sorry."  She looked up. Her chocolate brown eyes full of tears. Constantly spilling over, leaving a trail. Then, suddenly she lunged. Her arms wrapping around his neck, she was crying onto his broad shoulder. "I obliviated my parents! They don't remember me! They don't know their own daughter!" he pulled her into his lap, her head on his shoulder, his strong arms wrapped protectively around her. As if he were trying to ward off reality. But he couldn't. They were gone. Her parents. He couldn't imagine the pain she was in. He couldn't imagine being alone in the world like she was. He couldn't stand to see her so broken. He stroked her hair, and tried to comfort her. His not so worst enemy, that he now shared a dark secret with. "Hermione. I'm sorry. I didn't know." she sniffles, and didn't say a word. She continued to cry. He stroked her hair and held her. So this is what is like when she breaks. After years of trying, I finally made her break. I finally got to witness it. And I never want to see it again. Her cries turned to sniffles, her sniffles to deep breaths, then to light breathing. She's asleep. He scooped her up, and carried her out. How am I supposed to get her back to bed. I can't get into her common room. I can't just leave her here to rot. I can't take her to my dormitory. The other Slytherins will kill her. Guess I'll have to improvise. Then he headed towards the long, tall, winding staircase.
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She looked so beautiful. The moonlight lightning her face, making it glow as if she were a star herself. He laid her on the bed, with the red plush comforter, the golden embroidered pillows, and covered her, so the wide window would not send a chill. " Goodnight. Sweet dreams." He kissed her forehead, and walked away, sealing the door with a protective charm.

Hey guys, sorry it's been a while since I posted. I've had major writers block. Tell me if you have any ideas and please comment, I love hearing what you have to say