Alone With You || A Dramione Fanfic

Five

"I'm so sorry," he let out a barely audible whisper, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably as he shed tears onto her scars.

*

Droplets rolled down her eyes as they both stood there, clasping onto each other.

"I hate myself for doing this to you," he sobbed, tracing the marks softly with his delicate fingers.

They were both kneeling onto the ground, collapsed from all the emotion, in the empty hallway.

"No, Draco, this isn't your fault,"

Hermione whispered softly, and Draco's eyes shot up in disbelief. He had never been talked to in such a gentle, kind way, and her voice felt soothing to his ears.

"You don't know what you're saying. I put you through so much pain, you should hate me," he said, a bit louder this time, with a persuasive tone to it.

Hermione shook her head.

"Nothing can compare to your suffering," she mumbled, and lifted her hand up to his cheek to wipe his tears.

His eyes dug into hers and she smiled at him weakly.

*

Her smile was te most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He hadn't noticed it before, she never smiled to him. When she did, it was like sunshine on a rainy day, and hot chocolate on a cold winters night. She radiated true beauty, but he wasn't going to let himself spoil it like he did with her happiness.
He got up, pulling her up with him.

"It's better if we forget about this," he decided with a heavy heart, but regretted it when he saw her face fall.

She nodded too quickly, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, and she darted away before he saw anything.

It hurt so much to see her like that.

It's for the better.
You would only ruin her more.

Draco clenched his teeth and forced himself to walk away from her.

You can't let anyone know the real you, the disgusting, pathetic loser behind your mask. You're fooling everyone, don't let her get to you.

He knew he was right. Hermione wasn't allowed to see him anymore, it would just ruin everything for the both of them. It would be better if he just avoided everyone.

*

Hermione was crying under her bed sheets, hugging her knees and clutching herself before she could feel herself falling for him.

He doesn't care! Why would he ever? I'm not part of his life, I don't have to solve his problems.

Hermione trembled at the memory of his grey eyes, full of so much pain. She wanted to help, but he would just push her away. There was nothing she could do.

She occupied every second of her time thinking of him, wondering what made him like he was now.
She couldn't help glancing his direction every now and then, only to discover his emotionless face staring into nothingness. Not a thing seemed to distract him, some people talked to him, but he just gave them a nod and no one seemed to notice anything strange.

Hermione wondered if it had all been a dream, because by looking at him now, she couldn't imagine him having any feelings at all.

He is just blocking himself from the world around him.

It was true, Hermione had guessed correctly. She knew what he was like from that time she caught him, so she couldn't help but wonder why he was putting up an act to cover it all.

"I think there's more to him than you think."

"Who?"

Hermione looked up at her friends, who were inspecting her and had a questioning look on their faces. She realized she had said her thoughts aloud, and regretted it. She had some explaining to do.

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Hey!

I see you have come this far already. Congratulations, you deserve a pat on the back.

Be my guest, head on to the next chapter, while I sit here and wait for my Hogwarts letter to arrive.

Rosie.