Path | Dramione

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-Hermione Granger- 3 days later-

I walk up the long pathway to Draco's white and grey mansion. I have on a plain black crop top and black leggings with a black leather jacket. I just felt like it was one of those days, so here I am in all black, which isn't Hermione Granger.

My hair is up in a messy bun and I have black sunglasses on. I must admit, I look like a badass.

I walk up the stair case to his front doors and I knock on them. I wait about a minuet before the door is answered by Draco himself.

"I didn't say you could come over" he looks at me wearily and I shrug.

We haven't talked since our fight at my apartment and I didn't feel the need to tell him I'm coming over. So I just showed up.

I shove past him and he gives me a weird look.

"What" I ask innocently.

"I didn't say you could come over"

"Your point?"

"Why are you here?" He asks, closing the door. I take off my sunglasses and jacket, tossing them onto one of the chairs in the entrance.

"Uhhh I felt like it" I sass and he narrows his eyes are you.

"Um Are you ok?"

"Ooo do you finally care, do you feeeeelllll for me" I twirl slightly and wince at the pain in my head.

"No, you just seem...off"

I shrug and walk into the living room while saying, "I'm hungover"

Truthfully, I was upset and annoyed and confused last night so Pansy brought me a bunch of bourbon and ice cream, I ate one pint of ice cream and drunk almost at 3 bottles of bourbon. I'm surprised I'm not dead.

"Why'd you get drunk"

"Because I was upset" I turn around and look at him flatly.

"Because?"

"Of you" I point at him dead in the middle of his chest. "I was upset because of you"

"I didn't do anything to you" he steps back away from my hand and I scowl.

"You won't let me help"

"Are you really that much of a control freak"

"No!" I shout and groan after, it feels like my brains are shaking around inside. "I want to help!! It's my nature!! For fucks sake, I'm in medical school! I went in it for a reason!!"

"Your going to be a doctor?" He asks plainly and walks past me into the living room.

"I'm going to be something like that... I deal with kids and people who are suicidal, or just have a mental illness. Stuff like that" my tone softens as I say that and he looks up at me with a confused look.

"What made you interested in that?" He asks me. I get quiet and turn around.

"I'm going to leave" I say in a monotone and I walk to the chair and grab my jacket and sunglasses. But before I could even reach the door Draco stood in front of me, blocking me.

"Why'd you take interest to that?" He asks again. I bite my lip and avoid his gaze.

"Just let me leave" I say with a stuffy voice.

"Are you going to cry?"

I let a single tear slip and I hold my breath. "DAMNIT JUST LET ME LEAVE!!" I shout, sadness obviously evident and I see him begin to be more confused.

"I want to know"

"AND I DONT WANT TO TELL!!" I stomp my foot and swing out my hand, making a loud sound as my palm hits his cheek with all the power I could possibly muster in my current state.

He again grabs my hands as I go to hit him again and my lips turn up into a snarl of anger, sadness and another emotion I can't pin point.

"Don't you dare hit me again"

"I don't take orders from you, you fucking bastard!!!" I yell in his face and he pulls me closer to him all while tightening his grip on my already bruised wrists. "LET GO"

"Shut the hell up, won't you" he groans. One of his hands release my wrists and he grabs my glasses, making my red and watery eyes out for the world to see. He tosses it back to the chair. "Why are you upset?"

I take a deep breath and try to pull my wrists away, he again tightens his grip to an incredible strength and I yelp in shock. He realizes what he's doing and let's go just a slight bit.

"I don't want to talk about it! How don't you understand that!"

"I'm stubborn, if I want to know something, I'll know it" his voice is blank, like always and I scowl at it.

"Not with me buddy" I spit out venomously.

"I want to know" he persists and I roll my eyes, not responding. "Tell me"

Ignore

"Tell me"

Ignore

"Don't ignore me"

Ignore

"Tell me!!" His voice is loud, but not loud enough to be a yell and his grip has tighten yet again.

"BECAUSE MY SISTER KILLED HERSELF!!" I scream out the reason and his face relaxes. And with that I let the tears stream down my face as Draco watches me awkwardly and wearily, not sure what's wrong in his weird ass mind.

She was only 13....and she killed herself. My baby sister who I loved more then anything in the world, the girl I taught how to ride a bike and then do CPR only a few years apart is dead.

And I can't help but feel that some of it was my fault...