You Don't Know Me - (A Dramione Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

*Third Person P.O.V*

The prefects all walked back to their compartments chatting away happily with each other and discussing what was in store for their final year at hogwarts. Hermione could only continue to stare out the window and try not to pay attention to their excited whispers and prospering for the future.

She didn't want to go back to her compartment and walk past all those people again so she simply stayed where she was. After, at last, she thought everyone was gone she stood and walked to the window and opened it. She stuck her head out and let the chill of the cold air flush her cheeks and tossle her hair, she didn't really care anymore, appearance didn't matter. She didn't even bother covering the bruises on her thighs, arms, and collarbone, she just wore long clothes which wasn't suspiscious due to the freezing temperature.

Hermione hung her head and simply let the wind, and now rain, wash over her and pretend all her bad memories were washing out the window and far away from her to disturb someone else for a change. It was then that she heard shuffling behind her and thought one of the prefects had come back to grab something they had left behind. 

'Granger?' She heard the drawl of Malfoy question.

In response she brought her soaking neck and head back into the compartment and turned to face him pulling the stray, wet clumps of hair from her face and ignoring the trickles of water running down her nose. 

He cleared his throat and began,'Listen, um, Hermione (she didn't let her face show the shock she felt from hearing her name be spoken civilly by a Malfoy) I want to, erm, apologize. Yes A P O L O G I Z E. I have been a right prat to you and Harry and- I can't do it, Weasley all these years since that first day at Hogwarts when we were eleven. I regret everytime I called you a, um, a-'

'Mudblood? Just say it. I'm used to it incase you haven't noticed.' And she pulled up her sleeve to reveal the angry looking letters that would scar and stay there forever. 

'Um, yes, that. I honestly regret my actions, verbal and physical, and all the pain that I caused. I, argh, listen I never wanted to become a death eater or kill Dumbledore, or do any of those things. You have no idea how traumatic it was, not only for you, but me having to sit there and listen to your screams as my aunt tortured you at the Manor. It haunts my dreams every night! I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I'm a selfish prat who wants a fresh start, so please, Hermione, I'm so sorry.' He spoke the last few words in a whisper.

I dared to look up into his blue eyes and after a moment, nod. 'You're forgiven Malf- um, Draco.' She said quietly before turning back to the window. To prove his apology he treid to talk to Hermione, little did he know it would end, well, not well.

'So, Hermione, you don't look like you have been sleeping very well, like myself. What's happening?' He asked, clearly trying not to cringe at the prospect of talking to a mudblood, thought Hermione. 

'Nothing. What do you dream about that troubles you so?' She said semi-curtly to a startled Draco.

'Uummm,' He began followed by an explanation of his Astronomy Tower nightmares. Then he made his mistake,'so, yeah. Anyway, what could be toubling the perfect life of Hermione Granger?' He asked with a confused smile. This got Hermione mad.

'Perfect? You think my life is perfect? You obviously have no idea.' She spoke with emphasis on each perfect.

'Well, compared to me, having a father in Azkaban, a depressed mother, an image as a traitor and death eater but also a coward, what could possibly be wrong with the happy little muggle family you have?' Just by the look on her face he knew he crossed a boundary, he felt it.

'How dare you talk about my life like you know me! You have no IDEA what I have been through!' This made Draco angry also.

'What the hell are you talking about?! At least you have a family, a welcoming home and a secure life outside of Hogwarts!' He retorted. She looked furious.

'I'll have you know, MALFOY, that I have no family! When I went to destroy pieces of Voldemort's soul, unlike the traitor-coward you are, I obliviated their memories so they wouldn't get hurt! Guess what? I couldn't put their memories back! (tears were pooling in her eyes now and she was yelling furiously) They yelled and screamed at me to leave! I had to live on the STREETS! ALONE! I now have no home, no money, no family,and most of all, no trust in anyone because when you trust people YOU ONLY GET HURT!!!' She screeched. 

'I have lost everything.' She whispered the tears spilling over her heavy eye lids and racing down her cheeks with no sign of slowing any time soon. Draco had no idea what to do. He was so heartbroken for the girl he used to hate. He certainly didn't have feelings for her, but felt like his little sister was breaking down and he was doing nothing. He did the only thing he could think of doing, he stepped towards her shaking body and wrapped his arms uncertainly around her tiny, boney frame, and by boney he could literally feel her ribs through her shirt. Draco had no idea how to hug so it was probably awkward and not disimilar to when you-know-who had attempted to hug Draco, but he didn't care, Hermione needed comfort. By now sobs racked her from her head to her toes and her knees weakened in dispair as she crumpled to the ground, Draco coming with her, still holding her tightly in his arms, as Hermione gripped his robes like her life depended on it. 

After a while her sobs turned to hiccups and she loosened her grip on his robes. For a minute longer he rubbed her back and soothed her with gentle whispers until she moved back a bit and looked up into his eyes uncertainly looking for any sign of a smirk or insult, but she found none.