Chapter 7. Internal wounds.
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She gave a small yelp as Draco pinned her to the wall. His gray eyes grayer than ever.
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"Hermione. . . ." "Let me go." She whispered, pleadingly. Since when had he started to care?
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He observed the silver ring in her right hand. It was eerie flickering in the torchlight making the serpent on it seem real. Whoever gave it to her had to be a Slytherin. She jerked her hand free when she noticed that Draco had been looking at the ring.
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"Gift from a boyfriend, Granger?" He regretted at once as her emotions changed quickly from pissed off to anger then . . . . . . . . . sadness? Regret? "I'm sorry." Hermione didn't answer him. Her eyes were downcast on the floor and he glimpsed shadow of a tear fall from the cheeks.
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"Hermione . . . . . . I . . ." "You don't know, Draco. You can't know. You're just a selfish, conceited, arrogant, snobbish, egoistical asshole." Her words cut him deep like a sword. He let her run away from him. He was bleeding. He was bleeding from the inside. And he couldn't explain why.
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He didn't want to explain why.
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Hermione froze. She could feel everyone's eyes on them. "Watch where you're going, mudblood." He hissed, his voice menacing. All she did was brush by him when he grabbed her. Was this how it was going to be? How it used to be? Their friendship gone? Well, it wasn't her who cut the ribbon. She glared into his stormy eyes. "Fuck off, Malfoy." She walked over to the Gryffindor table as he glared at her and walked out of the hall.
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'This is what you wanted Hermione, isn't it?'
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Weeks after weeks passed by. And all too soon December approached. Hermione avoided Draco and he her. She just hung out with the Dove girls. Harry and Ron were all too busy with their girlfriends to even spare her a glance.
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Boys were so typical. That was all she was to them wasn't it? A person to help them with their homework. A person to do their dirty work. A person to throw away when unneeded. It was all because of 'him' Everything was because of him.
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Hermione turned back to her conjuring charm and proceeded to conjure up a chair. She was rewarded 30 points to her house by the charms teacher. Everything was about grades wasn't it?
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He was frustrated. And it damn well wasn't a sexual one.
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The past weeks had been so empty for him. A part of him longed and yearned for her. And he had to stop denying it before it was too late.
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He knew what he had to do.
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Hermione Granger could feel the anger boiling up inside of her as she glared at Ron. "That's all I am for you right? A know it all. Someone to do your homework because you can't do it because YOU ARE GOING TO HOGSMEAD WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND!!" She yelled her voice deafening herself. "Geez, Hermione you just could have said no. And I thought you might like to since you like to work so much-"
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"Of course I love to work. I'm sure everyone loves to work. I'm sure you know me very well enough to say that." She said, sarcasm dripping form each word. "But I do know you-" Ron had said the worst thing in history and even Harry, trying to calm them both down, knew that.
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"You don't know jackshit about me." Her voice pierced the room and left a cold breeze as she turned as walked away.
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Hermione sat near the lake looking at the giant squid toying with her ring. She could feel him there, waiting, calling, but she tried to block it out, block him out. But Hermione knew it wouldn't work. He would come for her eventually and there was no escape this time. She heard the soft crushing of fresh fallen snow as an all too familiar footstep approached.
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. "What the fuck do you want, Malfoy?" "I think I'm entitled to the privilege of walking." She glared at him. He would never understand. What did he know anyway?
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"I'm sorry." Hermione violently turned. Was she hearing correctly? "I'm sorry, Hermia. I shouldn't have butted into your business in the first place." Draco sat down next to her and held her hands, "Am I forgiven?" She looked at him directly in the eye. His eyes did not betray what he had just said. Hermione did the only thing she could do. She kissed him as previous memories flooded her thoughts.
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Hermione braced herself as she knew the Cruciatus curse would fly at her soon. Oh why did she had to go open her mouth in front of him?
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. "I'm sorry." She looked at him incredulously. An apology was the last thing she expected to hear from him. "I'm sorry I haven't been myself lately. But this whole ordeal is getting to me and I'm just so stressed out. I'm sorry Hermione, will you forgive me?"
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She gathered up her voice finally and answered him. "Of course, I would always forgive you no matter what you do."
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"Do you mean that?" "Yes." He pulled her into a soft kiss. "I don't know what I did to deserve such forgiveness from you. I should be sent to Azkaban."
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She looked up at him worried. He was not being himself today. "No. Because I would miss you terribly if you went away." He smiled at her. A smile in place of a smirk or a sneer. "I know. I don't care what it'll take but I'll do whatever it takes for us to stay together." She leaned into his embrace feeling safety in his arms just like she used to. They were so innocent in the beginning. .
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When she had not yet seen the sky painted crimson and the air full of pain and death.
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She leaned against Draco and found comfort in him. And then the rain fell upon her soul as she cried as if to drown herself in her tears. Draco didn't ask, he didn't talk, he held her fragile form in the rain.
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Far off he smirked to himself. She had not forgotten him.
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She gave a small yelp as Draco pinned her to the wall. His gray eyes grayer than ever.
.
.
.
.
"Hermione. . . ." "Let me go." She whispered, pleadingly. Since when had he started to care?
.
.
He observed the silver ring in her right hand. It was eerie flickering in the torchlight making the serpent on it seem real. Whoever gave it to her had to be a Slytherin. She jerked her hand free when she noticed that Draco had been looking at the ring.
.
.
"Gift from a boyfriend, Granger?" He regretted at once as her emotions changed quickly from pissed off to anger then . . . . . . . . . sadness? Regret? "I'm sorry." Hermione didn't answer him. Her eyes were downcast on the floor and he glimpsed shadow of a tear fall from the cheeks.
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"Hermione . . . . . . I . . ." "You don't know, Draco. You can't know. You're just a selfish, conceited, arrogant, snobbish, egoistical asshole." Her words cut him deep like a sword. He let her run away from him. He was bleeding. He was bleeding from the inside. And he couldn't explain why.
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He didn't want to explain why.
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Hermione froze. She could feel everyone's eyes on them. "Watch where you're going, mudblood." He hissed, his voice menacing. All she did was brush by him when he grabbed her. Was this how it was going to be? How it used to be? Their friendship gone? Well, it wasn't her who cut the ribbon. She glared into his stormy eyes. "Fuck off, Malfoy." She walked over to the Gryffindor table as he glared at her and walked out of the hall.
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'This is what you wanted Hermione, isn't it?'
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Weeks after weeks passed by. And all too soon December approached. Hermione avoided Draco and he her. She just hung out with the Dove girls. Harry and Ron were all too busy with their girlfriends to even spare her a glance.
.
.
.
Boys were so typical. That was all she was to them wasn't it? A person to help them with their homework. A person to do their dirty work. A person to throw away when unneeded. It was all because of 'him' Everything was because of him.
.
.
. When she blamed it on him she didn't feel guilty.
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.
Hermione turned back to her conjuring charm and proceeded to conjure up a chair. She was rewarded 30 points to her house by the charms teacher. Everything was about grades wasn't it?
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. :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) .
.
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He was frustrated. And it damn well wasn't a sexual one.
.
.
The past weeks had been so empty for him. A part of him longed and yearned for her. And he had to stop denying it before it was too late.
.
.
.
He knew what he had to do.
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Hermione Granger could feel the anger boiling up inside of her as she glared at Ron. "That's all I am for you right? A know it all. Someone to do your homework because you can't do it because YOU ARE GOING TO HOGSMEAD WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND!!" She yelled her voice deafening herself. "Geez, Hermione you just could have said no. And I thought you might like to since you like to work so much-"
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"Of course I love to work. I'm sure everyone loves to work. I'm sure you know me very well enough to say that." She said, sarcasm dripping form each word. "But I do know you-" Ron had said the worst thing in history and even Harry, trying to calm them both down, knew that.
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"You don't know jackshit about me." Her voice pierced the room and left a cold breeze as she turned as walked away.
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Hermione sat near the lake looking at the giant squid toying with her ring. She could feel him there, waiting, calling, but she tried to block it out, block him out. But Hermione knew it wouldn't work. He would come for her eventually and there was no escape this time. She heard the soft crushing of fresh fallen snow as an all too familiar footstep approached.
.
.
.
.
. "What the fuck do you want, Malfoy?" "I think I'm entitled to the privilege of walking." She glared at him. He would never understand. What did he know anyway?
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"I'm sorry." Hermione violently turned. Was she hearing correctly? "I'm sorry, Hermia. I shouldn't have butted into your business in the first place." Draco sat down next to her and held her hands, "Am I forgiven?" She looked at him directly in the eye. His eyes did not betray what he had just said. Hermione did the only thing she could do. She kissed him as previous memories flooded her thoughts.
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Hermione braced herself as she knew the Cruciatus curse would fly at her soon. Oh why did she had to go open her mouth in front of him?
.
.
.
.
. "I'm sorry." She looked at him incredulously. An apology was the last thing she expected to hear from him. "I'm sorry I haven't been myself lately. But this whole ordeal is getting to me and I'm just so stressed out. I'm sorry Hermione, will you forgive me?"
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She gathered up her voice finally and answered him. "Of course, I would always forgive you no matter what you do."
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"Do you mean that?" "Yes." He pulled her into a soft kiss. "I don't know what I did to deserve such forgiveness from you. I should be sent to Azkaban."
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She looked up at him worried. He was not being himself today. "No. Because I would miss you terribly if you went away." He smiled at her. A smile in place of a smirk or a sneer. "I know. I don't care what it'll take but I'll do whatever it takes for us to stay together." She leaned into his embrace feeling safety in his arms just like she used to. They were so innocent in the beginning. .
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When she had not yet seen the sky painted crimson and the air full of pain and death.
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She leaned against Draco and found comfort in him. And then the rain fell upon her soul as she cried as if to drown herself in her tears. Draco didn't ask, he didn't talk, he held her fragile form in the rain.
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Far off he smirked to himself. She had not forgotten him.
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Yet.
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Ok peeps, you are going to push the review button right now and write nice things about this story. :-)