She Is Made Of Gold |Hermione Poly Fic| Book 2

Chapter Six

This chapter has mentions of self harm. Please proceed with caution.
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Draco

He could just barely hear the waves crashing at a the rocks below. Twisting his neck to look out the window he waited silently. When he saw the guards coming over the bridge he stood and swept out of the room with a gaudy flourish.

Draco watched him leave, with boredom lacing his features. He scowled as his father was pulled in by too guards and tossed into his cell.

"Lawyers are for muggles, father," Draco sneered, picking a piece of lint of his thick trench coat. His new ring glistening in the thin rays of pale light that the itty bitty window had to offer. Lucius eyed it, scowling.

"Draco," he purred, his voice dripping in a sickeningly sweet malice. "Where did you get that ring?"

He raised his hand wiggling his fingers, pointing at him with the other. Draco glanced down at the ring.. He said nothing instead he twisted the ring around his finger absently, staring at the wall.

The lawyer returned again and sat. He was holding a thick file, papers poking out at the edges. His face was flushed with concern and terror. Lucius ran his hands over the bars, then slammed them together.

"Mr. Malfoy, I've just been informed that I'm not allowed to take your case," he paused and lifted the file, "This pretty much guarantees you life in Azkaban. It is so extensive that this isn't a even half of it. Your crimes against the wizarding world won't go unpunished."

Lucius screamed, slamming himself against the walls of his cell. He stopped and fell quiet, then suddenly he slammed his head against the bars. He kept doing it.

Draco stood, "Guards! Guards!" The next twenty seconds were a blur of panicked motion as the lawyer and Draco were shoved from the room.

After being directed to a lower conference room they waited for nearly a hour. Draco checked his watch, huffing in frustration. The lawyer was still shaken by the incident.

"I had heard rumors but I had no clue," he muttered, holding onto the file with white knuckled hands.

Draco raised an eyebrow and shook his head," Well aren't you late to the circle. I have to go."

He apparted straight to the front steps. He shook with fears. No matter how long it had been his father would always terrify him. His skin burned and he felt like he needed a shower.

He rushed up the stairs of the empty house. The cat, probably sensing his stress greeted him, rubbing against his legs. He bent for a moment to pet the orange ball of fur.

He stepped over the cat and flicked on the bathroom light. He avoided the mirror and turned on the shower. Stripping, he turned and closed the door.

He caught sight of the dark lines on his forearm and anger rushed through him like a hurricane. Tearing open the bottom drawer, he searched blindly for the small dagger he had hidden in there when they moved in.

He didn't think until the sharp cold tip had slid across his skin. By then it was too late, his lungs were tight and his grip on the handle was tighter.

He made no attempt to calm his breathing, which was now at the point of hyperventilating. Tears rushed from his eyes and pooled painfully in the open cuts.

His shaking hands dropped the dagger and he walked slowly to the shower. Stepping in, he slipped to the bottom, letting the water beat against his skin.

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Hermione

She called his name when she entered the house. She took a moment to love on Crookshanks.

She could hear the shower running, so she dropped her bag and went up the steps. She had had a long day and wanted to spend so alone time with Draco before Viktor and Severus returned.

She knocked,"Draco, can I come in?"

There was no response when she knocked again. Worry clutched her and she opened the door. The glass shower was foggy and she could see the outline of his body press against. She moved forward when her foot touched something. Looking down she saw the small, leather handled blade.

She knew it was his.

Now with panic shooting down her spine she tore towards the shower. Reaching out she pulled him to a sitting position. She called his name, anxiety making her voice shake.

"Hermione," he asked groggy. She quickly turned off the water and helped himself stand. As she was wrapping him in a towel she saw his arm.

She sat him on the toilet and started to heal him with magic. She frowned, careful not to touch the wounds.

"Oh Draco, I shouldn't have let you go to see Lucius alone," she wanted to cry. This wasn't the first time she had done this. Draco needed help that she could provide but he refused it.

He touched her face, pushing a strand of soaked hair out of her eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please don't cry, Ma Angie. Please."

She clenched her eyes shut and leant he head on his chest, "Don't be sorry, this isn't your fault.

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Sorry for the sad chapter. I touched on the fact Draco had scars early in the first book and I will be going further into detail in this book. The first book already had so many components.