Hermione Granger is scared. The nightmares are frequent and sleep is rare. Her relationship with Ron is not what she thought it was. Stuck in a circle of despair she is trying hard to regain the famed Gryffindor courage while maintaining appearance...
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~ Draco Malfoy
Draco was in hiding. Exactly why he didn't know yet. He just found himself avoiding the Great Hall during the peak rush times. In his classes, he refused to draw attention to himself, a stark contrast to his usual presence. No loud comments, no snappy remarks, nothing. He wished his hair was not platinum, its white gold hue hindering his attempts to blend in. Salazar knew Malfoys were made for attention. He would spend his time sitting in the back, head bent, hair an almost transparent curtain around his face.
This behavior had been triggered by running into Hermione Granger. He would never admit it, but denying it to his smart head was futile. Draco was disgusted that she had evoked this reaction from him. She had confused him to a point where he wondered if their meeting on the corridor had been the pair's first meeting. He was at battle now. Wanting to confront but scared he would be silenced, his speech robbed like that night.
That night.....
The hesitant dip of her head onto his chest. The way he had let her. He couldn't wrap his head around why he had done it. Let her seek comfort in him. He refused to stop thinking about it, not like he could anyway. His soul restless for answers unable to understand the unknown. He always knew. He had the best instincts, honed to perfection by years of training, from his father and his death eater cronies, from Aunt Bella.....
It had felt like his mind had succumbed to some basic primal instinct to care, to protect. An instinct that had not yet been wiped out. She had drawn it out of him. That's what bothered him the most. It was disgusting enough that he had committed an error like that but to have partaken in it with Granger, the Mudblood provided fodder for endless nights of reclusive behavior.
He was avoiding human interaction scared that he would slip up again. He was using this period of time as a test for himself. He had to snuff this part of himself out. Immediately, while he had no intention to fortify himself and interact with her in any way he was curious to see if other females got him feeling like she did. He prayed that was the case because if it was only the Mudblood then his death was set in stone.
He was unlucky. His mind trained to pick up on details, mood changes, and people's emotions now picked up everything. He had caught himself observing everything about the Mudblood. Attention to the smallest details. He desperately tried to convince himself that this was his mind scoping out the enemy's weakness, yet large fragments of his heart disagreed strongly much to his chagrin.
She was tired.
Perfect.
Tired prey was easier to kill. He wanted to draw it out like the salty solution used by his house elves to keep the Manor's gardens pristine. He had to bide his time, serpents never struck right away. He had a target on her back, eliminating her would change so much for him. His father, for one thing, would be relieved, his prospect with the Dark Lord improving vastly after the disaster at the ministry. He would gain some respect from the Death Eaters, about time too, they treated him like a boy amidst men.
His pesky heart was annoying, but he would control it. Determination gunned through his body. He steeled himself, opening his lids to focus his near silver eyes onto the Mudblood across the castle's grounds. She was leaning against the Lithuanian Berch's heavy set trunk, wand in her hand.
Draco cast a silent amplifier spell, tilting his head to the side to listen to her mumbled words. She seemed to be using a stream of healing spells, her voice almost sing-song in its ease of recitation. He caught the use of simple bruise healing spells along with other cleaning charms.
Curious...
What had she done? Granger didn't play Quidditch, so she couldn't have gotten hurt like that. Care of Magical Creatures was in its theory leg of class, which meant the giant oaf Hagrid couldn't bring out any hideous fatal beasts to class. He could see in the fading evening light that her spells weren't having the effect she hoped, the cuts adorning her wrists and hands were clean but were refusing to be concealed, which were pushing the witch to growing frustration and wonkier spell-work. He smirked. It was albeit confusing the whole situation but this rare sight of the witch's clumsy wand work caused him boyish glee.
He stared transfixed as the purple-orange sunlight filtered through the tree's thin foliage and danced on her caramel skin, creating wondrous patterns. He thought back to how he used to play beside the Malfoy Lake as a young boy, in their French Summerhouse. Everything had been so different then, his father in love with his mother, their lives untouched by the Dark Lord. He had been aware of the Pureblood policies off course, but as a young boy, they had just seemed an ordinary part of his toddler life. Circumstances had taken a turn for the worse when he had turned ten years of age. His training had begun much to his mother's crying protests as Lucius distanced himself from his child.
Draco wasn't allowed to speak to his father unless spoken too. He was taught magic, control, defense, and attack. He was kept for long hours in his room, to train him for isolation. His father was training him to be a Death Eater just like he was, in case the Dark Lord ever returned.
Which he had...
He found himself on his feet, cat-like stealth carrying him towards the witch. His black cloak swirled around his ankles as he stepped gracefully over the fallen natural debris. His mind conjured up an image of Death Eaters which he wiped clean. His feet rapidly gaining on the huddled girl...
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