The Dying Flower

37| Weak

Hermione didn't sleep, she just stared at the ceiling that Valentine enchanted to look like a colorful stary sky. She hummed songs to herself, and tried her best not to cry. Crying seems to be the only thing she is good at. She doesn't want sleep to take over her and she doesn't want nightmares that might happen.

So many things happened in just a few months. She became head girl with Draco as head boy. She tried to commit suicide, but was saved, and she was abused by one of her so called best friends.

Ronald Bilius Weasley, oh how she hates him with all she has in her. She wants to rip him up and then throw him into a fire, but she can't. She can't do anything, she is to weak and broken to do anything or say anything. She is nothing.

She placed her cold hands on her face,hoping that she will not cry again, but that's what she is good at. She didn't ball out her eyes, she doesn't want to wake up Draco. She just softly cried into her hands. No one knows what Ron did to her, he made her feel worthless. He made her feel stupid. He made her feel unloved.

She should get over it and forget very thing, but it's not that simple. Her scars prove that she is weak, and not just visible scars, but scars inside her make her feel useless. She never stopped him or told him off, she would always let him do away with her. She hates herself for letting him abuse her, she hates how weak she is.

"I'm not strong," Hermione said into her hands.

She wants to forget everything, she knows now that she is worthless and weak. Maybe if she jump off the balcony she will forget. She nodded, she will jump and forget. She will die, but who will care, she is too weak for this cruel world.          

She whipped her blacket off of her and then walked to the balcony. The floor was cold,but she didn't  stop walking; she opened the two balcony doors. Wind blew against her face, making her hair fly back. Small snowflakes fell on her hair, she climbed on the edge of the balcony and looked up. It was snowing. She smiled to herself, she is ready to die.

But something stopped her, not a hand, but a voice screaming in pain. She turned her head to the sound, the person sounds hurt. She looked down, maybe death can wait another day. She nodded and climbed back down, walking back inside.

The screaming was louder as she opened her bedroom door, she placed her right ear on Draco's door and she heard crying. She slowly opened the door, and there on the bed was Draco in a ball, sobbing into his knees. Hermione walked to his bed and placed a hand on his shoulder, he looked up at her and his crying seem to stop.

He stood up and hugged her.

"Thank you," Draco said repeatedly to her. 

 "For what?"

He started to cry again, Hermione rubbed his back hoping it will help. She was broken, she knows that, but he is too. She just realized that, he is more broken than her. He started to break once he became a death eater,and what broke him was the regret.

"I was going to commit suicide on the day you were," Draco said through sobs."I was going to hang my neck on my broom and fly my neck off, but then I saw you falling off the astronomy tower and something clicked inside me. You saved me, Hermi. You saved me."   

Hermione held back her tears, and broke out of the hug. She cupped his face, and looked into his gray eyes filled with tears. He cupped her face as well, looked into her brown chestnut eyes that were on the brim of tears.

"You saved me too," she said with a sad smile, then a tear fell down her cheek.

"I'm not good enough for you."

"Neither am I."

Draco smiled sadly at her and then pushed a hair out of her face.

 "You're beautiful..." Draco said, his tears drying up.

"...But filled with suicidal thoughts,"Hermione added.

"Well that's what we have in common, we are both beautiful and suicidal people," Draco said with a smirk, but it wasn't his usual playful one it was a smirk that looked...miserable.

"You're right," Hermione said then wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Aren't I'm always," He said leaning down.

"Some times."

"Well that's a start."    

"Yes, it is a start..."

There was small space between them, she could feel his breath on her. She felt a small spark light inside her, making her feel a little more happy.

"I guess it's time for bed?" Draco said while pulling back.

"Yes I think it is," Hermione said, a little disappointed that they didn't kiss.

Hermione's arms fell to her side, and so did Draco's. She smiled up at him and kissed him on the cheek, then started to walk to his bedroom door.

"Wait, Hermi, is it okay..um.. how do I say this...if..you..keep me company," Draco asked while rubbing the back of his neck.

 "Um.."Hermione said, she doesn't know what to do. Should she stay or should she go.

She slowly nodded, he smiled and pulled the blanket off the bed and walked to her. He wrapped the blanket around her, then carried her bridal style to the bed. She rolled her eyes, but she didn't abject.

"Can you tell me a story?" Draco asked with a smile as he laid on the bed, looking at Hermione.

"How old are you again?"

"It's rude to ask people their age, Granger, where did your manner go?"

"My name is Hermione, get it right," Hermione said then tapped his nose with her finger.

  "Are you going to tell me a story?"

Hermione rolled her eyes."Fine. What do you want it to be on?" 

"Um...on a cat that..um..talks."

"What is with you and your cats?"

"Hey a boy can dream, and my dream is to have a cat."

"Oh?"

"Yes...wait didn't you own a cat?"

Hermione turned on her back, looking up his ceiling that was just a ceiling. "Um..well  R-Weasley treated to kill my cat, Crookshanks, after he tripped over him. So I did the only logical thing and sent him free."

 "That bastard," Draco hissed and turned on his back. 

  "Funny, Blaise called him that too," Hermione said with a smile.

"Hermione?"

Hermione hummed a response and turned to Draco.   

"I will be here to protect you," He said in a serious tone.

"I know."

"Good," He said then wrapped his arms around her waist, bring her closer to him. "So where is my story?"

Hermione smiled and on the top of her mind she told Draco a story about three talking cats, who were brother and sister, and how the three and their mother were taken away from their home, but with the help of an alley cat they made it back home. In other words she told him story of  The Aristocats with her own twiss. His deep breaths, told her that he was asleep. She smiled, she might live another day for him.

A/N: HELLO MY FRIENDS!!! Oh did anyone else see the grammys, Tyler and Josh *slow claps* made history and Josh's hair is awesome. Okay, if anyone is hating on his new hair color I will find you and say that you are jealous of his awesomeness.        

 BOOM there it is, if you haven't watched it, watch it. If you don't like twenty one pilots get out. No Siriusly get out. Thanks for reading this and I love you all. Okay bye.