Something Real {Dramione} (#Wattys2017)

Chapter 11: Scars pt. 1

A/N: WARNING!! This chapter deals with the aftermath of Self Harm. If this makes you uncomfortable or may be a trigger for you please read with caution or skip this chapter.

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Hermione's POV:

I woke slowly groggy from a terrible nights rest full of nightmares. I rub my eyes trying to clear the sleep from my eyes when I notice the blood on my sheets and the bottle of Firewhiskey and a bottle opener on my bed side table.

'What happened last night?' I wonder. I look at my wrists and my whole body and my heart drops. No. No please no. I think tracing the fresh cuts. My head is pounding as I try to get up and stumbling on to the floor.

Draco's POV:

It was a long night. I had gone to talk to Luna and we ended up staying up later than usual.

Luna was a good friend and probably my only friend. She is so kind and accepting. She gave me more advice on how to deal with my past and how to move on. She was a comfort and would help me cope with my parents and the trauma I endured throughout my life.

It was nearly sunrise when I stumbled back into the common room before collapsing onto the couch for a few hours of sleep.

Draco. Draco. You are a fool Draco. You know nothing. You are a blood traitor. His mother was in front of him. Narcissa. "Mum," he tried to call her but found no words came out. Her eyes wide with fear and tears leaking from the corners and falling down her flushed cheeks. A wand, Voldemort's wand, was held against her neck. And last words for your precious mummy? Voldemort grinned his malicious smile and barred his teeth. Oh wait, too bad she's out of time. Avada Kedavra! A green jet blasted out from the Voldemort's wand and hit Narcissa square in the chest. "No!" Draco tried to yell but it was useless. Narcissa fell to the ground with a

THUD.

I bolted up from the couch quickly taking in my surroundings. It was just a dream. Sweat stuck my hair to my forehead as I try to pull myself up from the sag of the couch.

I got up and promptly stripped out of my black slacks that I had slept in.

I moved toward my room so I could get a quill and some parchment to send a note to mother but was paused when I heard groaning.

"Uh mmm f-ck. Ow." Comes from Hermione's room.

*Knock knock knock* "Hermione," I call through the door. "Granger?" Still no answer. "Granger!" I ask louder than before.

"Mmmm no. Malfoy" she groans back. Without thinking further, I twist the knob and swing open the door.

Granger was sprawled out with her body at odd angles. She must've been what woke me up. But then I notice the blood. It's on her porcelain skin and dried on to her rather skimpy night clothes. I smirk at this but recover and take a few steps toward her. I take a heavy breaths my eyes darting around the room for evidence on what created this. The Firewhiskey bottles and the opener lay on her side table and her bed it smeared in dried blood as well. I understand.

"Hermione" I call her name again. What the hell am I doing I am part of the Malfoy family. No, remember what Luna said, uncover the person within and move on right?

"No Draco" she pleads trying to cover her face revealing more some cuts up and down her arms and legs and stomach. "Please. I'm okay. It's not what it looks like. I'm okay. It was an accident. Please Draco leave." She crying now but I can't leave her. My legs carry me over to her before I know what's happening.

"Come on, we can mess with the room later. Let's get you cleaned up." I gently wrap my arms around her body and pick her up. She's so small and skinny. Her collar bones are protruding from her chest and I can feel her ribs under my fingers. She reaches up and pulls her thin reddened arms around me wincing. I look at her face, her cheeks are sunken in and her eyes seem so hallow. But she's still so beautiful with her eyes closed.

Woahhh. What am I thinking? I think she's beautiful? But she's Granger and I hate her and she hates me. But she's hurt and she needs me.

Her mouth is slightly open as she tries to control her pain. "I'm going to take you to Madam Pomfrey okay."
"No!" She grips harder wincing again, "No Draco, she can't know. I don't want her to see me like this. Please."
"Okay" I finally agreed and brought her into our bathroom instead.

I sat her down onto the toilet as gently as I could and then turned to run her a warm bath. I rolled up my sleeves and making sure to turn my left arm down blocking it from her view. I wasn't ready for her to see me like that.

Finally a turn back to her surveying how I should do this. "I'm going to help you." She's looking away and her bushy hair covering her face. I reach up and place my finger under her chin pulling that beautiful face to look at mine.
"You shouldn't be doing this." She whispers, her eyes squeezed tight and her arms griping her chest. She's just so beautiful. It's like instinct leads me and I lean my head toward her inching my face toward the crook of her neck taking in her scent. "But I want to. I need to. Trust me." I pull back slowly capturing her face with my eyes. Her's are still closed tightly and trails of past-fallen tears are visible.

I lean down and place her into the tub letting the water over take her.

A/N: Again! Cliffhanger! IKR I'm terrible. But I'm trying to make up for lost time and for being a terrible person by not updating. I feel like this chapter was super corny but idk. Thank you for your continued support, it means a lot!

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Love, Emily🐱