To Destroy » Dramione

|13.| Anger

It was day three with Malfoy, and Hermione woke up to a knock on the door. She didn't get a good night's rest the previous night, causing her to hide under the duvet, not wanting to get up and see who was knocking. However, the person was persistent, and knocked once again.

"Bloody hell," Draco replies, rather loudly. "I'm coming!" He was experiencing a hangover from last night's rum drinking, which immediately put him into a bad mood. Not only that, but he blamed Granger for causing him to drink so much. Just the reminder of her lying there in front of him, makes him irritated.

However, he forces himself to open the door, only to be greeted with his mother standing there. "Oh!" She says once she sees Draco, not expecting him to sleeping in here with Hermione. "I — I didn't expect to see you in here," she tells her son. Draco was an adult, and Narcissa wouldn't reprimand him for much, but she wasn't very fond of this type of behavior, and Draco knew immediately where she was going with this.

"It wasn't like that," Draco snaps. "I slept in the chair. Had to make sure she wasn't going to run off. What am I even saying? I don't need to explain anything to you," he huffs, his headache increasing the more he thought about things.

"Fine, but I need to speak with Hermione," Narcissa huffs in return, before forcing her way into the bedroom. "Hermione, are you awake?" She asks, before touching Hermione's shoulder.

"Yes," Hermione breathes in reply, not wanting to get up. Not wanting to do anything, but lie there until she dies of either starvation or thirst. After all, what mattered anymore?

"May I speak with you for a moment?" Narcissa requests.

"Of course," Hermione whispers, before removing the duvet from her body, and sitting up in the bed.

"Perhaps we could chat over breakfast? You must be hungry, and my son here needs more sleep — " Narcissa pauses, before glancing over at Draco, only for him to roll his eyes. "So, what do you say?"

Hermione wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, especially not a Malfoy, but she was in the Malfoy Manor, and she knew she had no other choice. "Okay," she agrees.

"Wonderful," Narcissa replies, before walking out of the room, not waiting for Hermione to follow.

"Wonder what she needs," Draco grumbles, before slumping down in the chair. It was then, that Hermione noticed the empty rum bottle on the table next to the chair, and she wondered how much he had drank the previous night. It also explained his sour mood.

However, she didn't care to ask him — she still was giving him the silent treatment — so, instead, she walked out of the room and down to the dining room. Just the smell of breakfast, immediately caused her stomach to growl.

"What do you need to talk to me about?" Hermione asks, as Narcissa passes her a cup of tea, it being just the two of them.

"I came home yesterday, to two young people falling apart in this very room. One of those young adults, was you, and I was hoping you would tell me what is going on?" Narcissa didn't seem like a violent witch, but she was indeed intimidating. There was that look in her eyes, that made Hermione squirm slightly in her chair. "After all, the deal was to heal my son, not cause him to break down."

"Are you accusing me of making Draco break apart?" Hermione was offended, especially since Narcissa had no idea how her son talked and treated Hermione. Perhaps, if she knew, she might actually understand.

"I'm not accusing you of anything," Narcissa replies, before taking a sip of her tea. "I'm just wondering what caused the commotion that went on yesterday. After all, it had been a very long time since I saw so many emotion in his eyes." Narcissa's eyes gaze out across the dining hall, her mind full of the thought that Draco may get better. That he may even heal. So much hope, and she refused to be let down.