Perfect (Harry Potter Fanfiction) Dramione

A Kiss You Missed

Hermione folded her arms in front of her and watched as Ron scarfed down his dinner in record time. Rolling her eyes, she tutted his lack of manners. Harry was seated on the right side of her reading the Daily Prophet from the day before.

 Hermione glanced over at him and was unsurprised that he was checking the scores from the Cannons match against the Thrashers. A sudden screech from above drew everyone's attention up to the windows where owls swooped in carrying letters for the students.

Hermione was bowled over when an unidentified owl dropped a letter sealed with black wax in front of her. She carefully pocketed it, making sure no one noticed. Excusing herself from the table went to deaf ears and she slipped out into the hall.

 Although it was summer the corridor was cold, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin rapidly. She smoothed down her sweater and walked rapidly to her common room.

"Semisonic." She told the portrait and it promptly swung open.

Hermione crawled onto the couch and fished the letter from inside her all too baggy pants. She pick at the max seal until it broke off and snatched the latter placed inside. Hermione scanned the note and she felt her jaw clench. Her eyes starting to water, her bottom lip quivering.

Only ten more days. Perfect.

It wasn't signed, but Hermione knew exactly who it was from. Ten days. . What's in ten days? Hermione wracked her rain searching for the answer. September 19th. . . my birthday. . . my 17thbirthday.

Hermione's fist clenched the letter tightly in her grasp. It wrinkled on the sides and tore where the tips of her nails ripped the poor paper

. For once Hermione did not cry, instead she let out a heated growl that vibrated the back of her throat to the tip of her tongue. She threw the now tattered letter to the floor and stood up violently. That monster.

That filthy excuse for a man! How dare he tease me like that? How dare he treat me like a puppet on a string? On his string?

Hermione planted her closed fist against the wall. With a frustrated groan she pulled back her fist and bashed her fist against the rigid stone. She growled and panted as she slammed her fist again. . and again. . and again, until her wrist were sore and her knuckles were smashed.

"Bloody. ." She hissed as she cradled her wounded limbs.

She walked begrudgingly to the water-closet where she turned the tabs for the sink on. Hermione filled the sink up and plunged her arms into the water until all the blood, even the dry specks that clung to her knuckles, was washed off

. Hermione picked her hands up from the water and noted the blue-purple color that was forming. The tips of her fingers were pruned from the amount of time spent in the sink and her finger would barely bend correctly.

Hermione sighed and walked back into the common room. With what little hand power she had Hermione found the note and threw it into the flames that were dancing on the logs of wood. And so she stood there; watching it burn

. The edges curling in before the flames engulfed it and spit out ash. With a satisfied smirk Hermione went into her room to turn in for a good nights sleep without a second thought of the nightmares that were bound to happen.

Draco walked down the corridor alone. Dinner was done and Draco spent the remaining hours with Blaise in the Slytherin Dorms. The talk was mostly based on the woman in their year and what category they fit into; The 'Do's, The 'Wont's and The 'Dont's.