Seeing Through My Eyes (Dramione Fanfiction)

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Hermione's eyes bulged as Draco relayed the story of what Blaise tried to do her.

A swirl of feelings washed over.

At first, she was angry. Angry at Draco for getting drunk at the bar and getting into the compromising situation in the first place. Angry at Blaise for thinking he could insult her and talk to her in that way. Angry with Theo for joining in like he did at first.

Then she was filled with pure shock at the audacity and the lengths in which Blaise tried to go to to get to her.

Next, embarrassment and humiliation as Draco explained exactly how the blouse got ripped.

Another dose of shock hit at the mention of Theo's threat to his own friend.

Sorrow and memories of them arguing when Draco got home on a completely different level filled her mind and Hermione bit her tongue guiltily. She remembered being so caught up in worrying Draco was screwing all over town that she never even stopped to see what else that scenario looked like. Had she known, she probably wouldn't have been such a diva.

He could've yelled at her. Told her to piss off and that she didn't know what was going on. But he didn't. He even chased after her, to make sure she was okay. Even after almost being raped by a so-called friend.

She remembered that she continued to doubt and blame him for the ripped shirt and still he refused to tell her. She understood that he was trying to shelter her from a horrible truth but if there is anything people regularly overlooked in Hermione, it was her thick skin. Draco had obviously underestimated this too.

Hermione remained silent as Draco spoke on. Until...

"And even though I was quite drunk, I remember sitting on the bed, looking at you and thinking that I needed to protect you and when I wondered to myself why, it was clear. It was because, I think I might love you..."

"WHAT?!" Hermione blurted out.

Draco's cheeks turned a brilliant shade of pink and he looked away, trying to hide the mortified look he felt inside.

Hermione got up and started pacing. Draco went and got drunk in her body. She could handle that. Then, he almost got raped in her body, surprisingly still, she could handle that.

Now, he says he might love her?

This was too much, too fast.

Hermione walked out onto the balcony of the apartment where they hardly ever went. She just needed the air.

Draco let her go. He needed to sort his face out anyway.

After a few long minutes, Hermione came back inside. Draco looked at her and she glared right back at him.

"Everything you've said still doesn't explain why you're covered in blood with no scratches or bruises on you." Hermione said in a strong voice.

Draco's stomach dropped. If everything he had said so far hadn't been enough to have her running for the hills, what he said next definitely would.

"I uh- I went to see Blaise." Draco started.

Hermione's eyes bulged again and her hand flew to her mouth. "He's not-"

Hermione was cut off by Draco's uncharacteristic laugh. "No. But he probably wishes he was." He caught Hermione's horrified look and stopped at once. "He's still in one piece." Draco said. He thought about the fingers. "Mostly." He added.

Hermione choked on literally nothing. "You maimed him?!" She yelled. That was so...dark. And borderline psycho.

"It was just a few fingers!" Draco said in protest.