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
Her wounds were deeper than he thought they would be. The sight of her smaller body, shivering in pain with a face carved into distress had halted his conscious.
Hearing her talking to herself had given him the perfect opening to taunt her, he thought as he approached her crouched frame.
However, as if on cue his mind shut off at the sight of the Mudblood. He had run into her now more times than he ever had, each time an awkward meeting.
Her cuts were bad. They looked horrible, the bruises around her wrists more painful than any he remembered suffering. Looking into her eyes, chocolate pools that looked at him with uncertainty was what had pushed him over the edge.
He hadn't enjoyed the look of fear that marred her features at spotting him. For the first time in his life, Draco felt a sweep of disgust in his insides, he hated that she was scared of him. Confusing because that was supposed to be his aim.
Murtlap was a very useful little trick. Its essence helped soothe pain, the Slytherins had a habit of carrying a small vial with them, used to having suffered varied forms of pain every day, Quidditch, parents and on.
He secretly hoped it would help her. She looked so defeated he wanted to help. The strange urge making him dizzy. Something had to be wrong with him. This wasn't him.
Draco Malfoy was lost.
Breaking his head open sounded really good.
Taking one last look at the place the fellow warm body had used as a hideaway, Malfoy strode towards the castle, tired of his inner battles. He needed a good shag. Right now. The common room was bound to be crowded, ample picking ground.
But first the fire whiskey was calling, and he would answer. Their romance a dated one but successful, a rarity in the wizarding world.
His lanky legs carried him quickly to the Slytherin dormitories. Loud music could be heard, the walls vibrating in tune with the bass. Shouting the password, he entered to be lost in a sea of sweaty bodies.
Merlin knew Slytherins threw a mean party. Walking towards the corner stairs to grab a drink from his flask hidden in his trunk, he winked at Zabini Blaise whose current position had the resemblance of a strong perch. Zabini was a bird of prey, majestic with dark exotic skin. Currently, he was on top of a Slytherin third year, devouring her mouth with animalistic grunts. The celebrations were already underway.
Taking the carpeted stairs two at a time, a smooth flick of his wand opened the doors to the sixth year boys chambers.
"Accio Firewhiskey."
A small Emerald Flask, silver metal molded zoomed out from his large trunk, catching it quickly like the night owl catches a mouse, Draco opened its jeweled mouth and swallowed its contents, platinum head thrown back.
The perks of having a bottomless flask, the drinker was fooled into believing that he consumed very little, the truth far from it. The flask was of Scottish make, and wizards really knew how to hold their drinks there. He had purchased the flask for exactly this reason, an ideal way to drown his deliberations.
Minutes passed, a young couple heavily engrossed in each other had pushed into the room only to stop their rendezvous to find Draco Malfoy slumped against his bed, silver-grey eyes staring with cold displeasure at them.
Firewhiskey wasn't doing it for him today. Frequent use did build a high tolerance. He was waiting for the effects to kick in, he needed them to muster enough will to find a body to shag. But today it wasn't happening, aside from the burning throat, Draco felt like a bloated balloon.
He sighed. Everything was wrong. Why?
As he bent down to shove his flask back into his trunk, his thin fingers brushed against a cold glass vial.
Murtlap.
His legs gave way underneath him. Suddenly his mind had concocted better plans for the evening which his drunken conscience couldn't argue with...
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