Stay With Me (Dramione Fanfic)

Chapter Seven

Draco Malfoy

What had I gotten myself into?

I had been stupid before by offering for her to stay with me, but kissing her the way that I had took stupid to a whole new level. She was technically still with Ron, she'd just had a miscarriage and I was me, I couldn't be further from good for her at the moment. She needed someone who could take care of her and relight that spark that had been dulled, I was no fire starter.

As much as I knew I had to stay away from her I felt like I couldn't, I felt the need to be close to her, to make her feel loved and cherished and to steal a little of the goodness and light that surrounded her. Was I stupid to think that gaining her forgiveness and maybe even affection could help erase some of the bad from my past? Of course, but that didn't mean that I wanted to try any less.

I got home to the Manor and it was vast and empty and cold, just like it had always been. When my parents had lived here there had at least been someone to come home to, someone to help push away the feeling of insanity, someone to to talk to when I felt it creeping up on me, but now there was no one except Deeney, the house elf my mother had hired after Dobby left. And Deeney would be good enough company if she didn't spend most of her time down in the kitchen. Even house-elves knew that my family name was not a good one to hold. 

I knew that it would only be a fairly short amount of time before Hermione was out of the hospital. Only a short amount of time until she would be living here, in my house, with me and that thought alone was driving me crazy. I was completely in two minds about this, I desperately wanted the company of another human to fill the quiet house. But at the same time I couldn't seem to act like an adult around her, it was like I was suddenly transported back into my teenage body with no control over itself. I needed a distraction.

Just as I started down the hall that lead to the bedrooms to get a room ready for her, I heard the shrill ringing of my phone.

I didn't know the number that popped up on my screen but seeing as I'd already broken my 'don't answer if I don't know who it is' rule I figured I may as well run with it especially seeing as I wouldn't know the numbers of anyone who was involved in this situation except Pansy.

"Draco speaking."

"Malfoy, it's Harry, Harry Potter?" His unmistakable voice came down the line in a tone that suggested I might have somehow forgotten who he was.

"Yes, I know who you are. What do you want Potter?"

"I heard about what you did for Hermione and I just wanted to say thank you, I guess. Ginny was in labour so I didn't even ask if everything was alright on her end when she called me and she didn't try to tell me. I'm glad that you were there or we might have lost her," receiving expressions of gratitude from Potter was not something I was used to at all and, to be honest, it made me fairly uncomfortable.

"Look, you don't need to thank me. It really wasn't a problem and after I picked up, of course I wasn't going to leave her. I may be an asshole but I'm not the type of person who would just leave someone to die, regardless of what you might think of me."

"Well can you really blame me for believing that of you? After all its not like you have the greatest track record. Anyway I should probably tell you that Ginny and I have a spare room and we've offered it to Hermione so she'll stay with us now but thanks for offering her a place to stay. Also she gets out tomorrow if you want to come visit her or something," I felt my heart sink a little and a lot of the anger and resentment that I had for Potter and had pushed aside or gotten over began to flow back.

"First of all, I want you to understand that all of those things I did and most of the person I was, wasn't really me. You got shaped into the person you are because of people like Dumbledore and McGonagall and Hagrid, whereas I got people like my father and Bellatrix and Voldemort. And that's fantastic, I'm sure she'll be happier in your home anyway. Now if you don't mind, I'm busy and I need to go." I said before hanging up on him and slamming my fist into the wall so hard that when I pulled my arm back there was a hole.

My knuckles were bruised and bleeding but it was something I had grown fairly used to, this happened often enough that I wasn't surprised when Deeney appeared in front of me with a bandage and some antiseptic. I sighed taking the bottle from her and pouring it over my hand, wincing at the stinging sensation while she fixed the wall with a click of her fingers and then began to wind the bandage around my hand.

"Thank you Deeney, I'm sorry I keep doing this."

"Master doesn't need to apologise to Deeney, but master should try to control his temper so that he does not continue to hurt himself."

"Yes I probably should, you can go now if you'd like.  I can finish up here."

"Yes master," and with that she disappeared again.

I could try, but I knew that I couldn't pretend that I wasn't disappointed that Hermione would be living with Harry and Ginny. I know she's going to be happier with them and it'll be much easier to distance myself from her but I didn't really want that. I wanted her to be able to be happy with me and I wanted to be as close to her as I could get.

Who knows when I'll see her again now. Before she rang me we hadn't seen each other since the end of school expect when one or the other appeared in the prophet.

I feel so bad for not updating in so long but finally here it is! An update! As usual please vote and comment ^-^ 

Bella