The Mirror of Erised- Dramione

Healing Our Scars

Hermione woke up in an unfamiliar room. The room was bigger than Hermione was used to. The walls had a dark green color that seemed to have a silver sparkle. The bed she slept on was centered against the wall across a door. On the both sides of the bed, there were ceiling high windows with silver blinds. On her left, there was another door, and on her right was a small table with tea and crumpets. Next to her tea was a letter.

Dress up, and meet me in the garden

D.M.

She wondered where she would dress, since she didn't see any clothing set out, or a closet. She got up and walked towards the on the left. When she opened it, she was astonished. There before her eyes was a closet the size of her bedroom. It was filled with shirts, jeans, elegant dresses, etc. There was a small couch in the middle, and a door to a bathroom. She picked a casual outfit. A pink top and blue jeans. She exited the room and realized she had no idea where the garden was, or where she was at all. Then, a house elf poofed out of nowhere and introduced themselves. "Hello, miss," the elf said. "I am Pinky. Master Draco has told me to show you your way to the garden and help you if you have any needs."

"Oh, no, I'm good," she said. "But I will need help with my way around here."

Pinky simply nodded and made her way down the elegant gold stairs lined with silver. Hermione walked, but couldn't help but notice a specific room. "Pinky, um, actually, can you go and get me some tea?"

"Shall we go outside first?"

"No, I'll wait here."

Pinky disappeared. Hermione walked to the room, but it was locked when she tugged on the handle. "Alohomora." The door opened, and memories flashed back when he stepped into the room. She then saw Bellatrix hovering over her, scarring her arm. Her head filled with torture and agonizing screams, yells of terror. "NO! NOOO!" Hermione screamed as she clutched her arm and fell to her knees. "Please, no," she sobbed.

"Hermione!" Draco yelled, but Hermione couldn't hear.

"No, please, don't." Draco grabbed Hermione and held her close to his chest.

"Shhhh, it's okay," he calmly whispered. "It's okay."

When Hermione came back to her senses, she was still in tears. Draco held her close. He hadn't cared if she soaked his shirt, and she never let go either. "Come on, I'll carry you to your room."

Draco picked her up bridal style and climbed up the stairs, and slowly put her on the bed. "You should get some rest," he said, and got up the leave, but Hermione grabbed onto his hand.

"Please," she begged. "Stay. At least until I'm asleep."

Draco knew he couldn't ignore her wishes. He sat next to her and held her hand. "I'll stay as long as you want me to." Hermione, knowing she would be safe, closed her eyes and fell into a sleep of bliss.

*****

When she woke again, she felt a weight on her leg. Draco had also fallen asleep, his head resting on her leg. She smiled. She never thought that one of her former enemies could make her feel this way. The way Ron made her feel. "Am I so beautiful that you must steal glances of me when I sleep?"

Hermione blushed ad looked the other way. "I-I thought you were asleep."

Draco yawned and stretched. "I was, but your intense staring woke me up."

Hermione smiled and raised her had to playfully punch Draco, but yelped in pain. "Ow!" She looked down at her arm and saw the scar. Mudblood, it read. She remembered how much she clutched onto her arm until it hurt earlier. Draco winced at the words and reached out to hold her arm.

He couldn't bring his eyes to look up at Hermione's face. "Please know that I am truly sorry about every horrible thing I have said and done to you, and I never meant it." Draco leaned down and placed his lips on the scar. "No matter how many scars you have, no matter your blood, I will always love you." Hermione, touched by his words, reached out with her other hand and pulled his face toward hers. Their eyes finally met, and they knew how much they ached for their lips to touch. As if it would heal both their scars. Just inches away, they heard a knock on the door, and the door open. At the entrance stood a flustered Pinky.

"Oh!" she squealed. "I-I'm sorry, I just thought miss would like some tea."

Draco sighed, both blushing.. "No, Pinky, it's alright. Just bring me the tea, and you can leave." Pinky nodded and left right after leaving the tray. "So, would you like to see what I was going to show you at the garden?"

Hermione smiled. "Sure."

*****

Draco had Hermione blindfolded. "Where are you taking me?"

"You'll see."

After a few more steps, Draco was ready. "Okay," he said. Hermione took off the blindfold and gasped. In front of her eyes were thousands, no, Millions of periwinkle flowers.

"Wow," Hermione whispered. "They're beautiful."

Draco smiled. "I planted these flowers after the Yule Ball. After seeing you shine in periwinkle, its sort of become my favorite color. I would come here to escape my life, especially after I became a Death-Eater." Draco looked down at his scar and tried to cover it up with his sleeves, but Hermione stopped him. She held onto his arm and ran her fingers across the tattoo.

"You have got to stop blaming yourself, Draco," Hermione said. "You didn't make those choices."

Draco pulled his arm away and walked a few steps back. "No. I'm evil, and I don't deserve you."

Hermione lightly scoffed. "You don't get to decide what I do and don't deserve. I want you, Draco." Draco looked up from his feet and stared at her. This is why I love her, her thought. This is the one. Draco smirked before her took his steps towards her. Nothing was stopping him. He grabbed her and placed his lips on hers. Hermione could feel his smirk against her lips, and kissed back. They both melted into each others arms, safe in each others embrace. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and he placed his around her hips. I love you too, Hermione thought.