Something Real {Dramione} (#Wattys2017)

Chapter 12: Scars pt. 2

Hermione's POV:

"But I want to. I need to. Trust me." He had whispered in my ear his nose grazing my neck.

He was taking over my senses. I didn't know what to do or how to handle to attention from him.

"But he's bloody Malfoy!" I wanted to yell at myself, but the throbbing headache and the burning from the cuts all over my skin made it impossible to focus on anything.

He picked me up, clothes and all, and eased me down into the warm bath. I curled up not wanting to look at me but I knew he was in shock. Finally I opened my eyes and saw his grey eyes looking into mine.
"Why did you do it? Because right now I can't think of anything that would push the brightest which of her age to do this." All at once I felt his hands feeling up and down my arms and legs. Roaming. Cleansing my wounds. I pulled at my lip with my teeth trying to hold in a scream as the soap stung my cuts. The water had gone through my night clothes and I knew he was looking at my breasts and then to my ribs. No one had seen me like this. In my fragile form but even in my normal form. Not even Ron. We never got this far with each other because I wasn't ready. But here I am letting Draco Malfoy study me.

"I don't know. I got drunk" I watch his face and his eyes knit together in concentration taking me in. "Are you done staring at me Malfoy" I joke with him. He looks up at me his eyes wide but then recovering. "I don't know what you're talking about Granger! And two bottles is way more than drunk." He sounds tense. He pulls soap from the side of the tub and dumps a capful in the water. As he's swishing the water around I see it. Dark and ugly on his pale forearm. I reach out to him and trace it. He freezes up looking up at me with hurt before pulling away quickly. "I suggest you don't mention it to your friends" he says getting up avoiding my eyes. "Here," he says throwing a dish towel into the tub. "Finish up. And don't think this changes anything Granger." He then stalked out of the bathroom and into my room leaving me to think by myself.

What a prat. Stinking Malfoy thinking he's better than everyone when he has that bloody mark on his perfect flawless skin. And he smelled like spearmint and green apples. He was so close how he grazed my neck. Wait Hermione, He's Malfoy and think of what he's done to you, Harry and Ron. He's no good so forget him.

A few minutes later the portrait door swings open and then close. I wade in the tub some more cleaning off the dried blood from the previous night. My head began pounding more than ever and I lazily sprung out of the tub before emptying my stomach into the toilet.

*

Merlin, what have I done to myself.
I stood now in front of my full length mirror looking at myself. My cheeks had become hallow and my skin was stretched tight over my petite figure. When did this happen? I think back over the past couple months. I've been skipping meals to "study". Merlin.

I put on my white shirt and skirt and slip the tie around my neck. Thankfully it's cold in the castle so I have an excuse to put on my robes before heading down to breakfast.

Draco's POV:

I can't believe I said that. 'This changes nothing' seriously Draco get it together.

I had to protect her from the monster that was inside me. She was a mudblood she was supposed to be the one that was the monster.

Father always told me that some muggles would kill witches in order to steal the magic from purebloods. He said that their blood was the color of mud and that it was dirty that why they were called them mudbloods. But when I met Hermione in my first year I had no idea. She was just like me. I had a little boy crush on her then, but then she was better than me in classes I was supposed to excel in, and I was punished. I was an immature child and I picked on her after I knew what she was. It's how I was raised, but deep down, I still cared.

When I saw her laying there on the floor in her room so small and fragile, something seemed to click into place. She was more than a filthy label I had been taught. This was my chance to change what she thought of me. I looked at her with brand new eyes, and she was so damn beautiful but so thin. I wonder what got her. I want to sympathize with her but I don't understand what went wrong in her perfect world. Her and Weasley are still together or that's what I heard last. She's friends with Saint Potter and the rest of the Gryffindor goons. She's also top of her class and the school. What would lead her to do something so painful?

Her small frame is embedded in my mind and her scent is lingering in my senses. Her lips they were still pink and full. If I had the guts, I could've snogged her. Bloody hell, it's not like she would resist me, no girl in all of Hogwarts can.

*

The Great Hall is all dressed up for the upcoming holidays and the smell of firewood and mistletoe is hanging in the air. Students are everywhere enjoying breakfast on the crisp Monday morning. I move slowly toward the Slytherin table like a shadow slinking against the wall.

"Malfoy! Oi Malfoy!" Potter yells running up to me. "Have you seen Hermione?"

"No, haven't seen her all morning" I lie. I mentally smack myself. Why should I cover for her? It's not like she's done anything for me. Well she's saved my life, oh and hasn't decided to kill me, so that's good enough for me.

"Oh, well if you do, tell her that Ron and I are looking for her."

"Yeah, sure"

"Is everything alright Malfoy?" He asked with caution.

"Yes Potter, everything's fine." I sneer back.

"Uh, okay well thanks" he says before walking back to his table.

A/N: Helloooo, it's been a while but I am definitely trying to work some more on this.
So I'm not exactly sure which direction this story is headed, but please bare with me. Thanks for your support!

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Love, Emily 🐱