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Scars	By : LadyFreak Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 17581 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor to I make any money from this story. These characters are JKR's, I just play with them.

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Hermione woke up confused. First, she felt a warm body underneath her. Then she saw how low the sun was and noticed her clock said 2 o’clock. There was no way that meant a.m. Where did the day go?

Then she remembered.

The shower, the memories… the blade. She looked at her arm thankful there was not going to be another mark. Then she remembered more. Malfoy. He came and got her out. Helped her dress and got her fed. There’s no way this is a ploy to get in her pants. If it were, he had plenty of opportunities. That brought her to the warm body beside her. She knew without looking that is was indeed Malfoy, but she could feel his naked chest under her hand. She had to look to see how much else was bare.

She let out a breath of relief when she saw it was just his shirt that was missing. She was still fully clothed in what Draco had helped her with earlier, she blushed at the thought of him dressing her.

She felt eyes on her and picked her head up to look into silver eyes. They were full of concern and… fear?

“I..” she cleared her throat. She hadn’t spoken all morning, not since the song. “Thank you” she rasped out as she put her head back on his chest. “I remember… this morning.”

“Healer Draco at your service” he chuckled, a deep rumbling sound in his chest. Hermione felt a twinge in her lower abdomen that responded to that sound. She knew it had nothing to do with her injury. “Hermione?”

She knew he was going to ask before he actually did. “Hmm?”

“What happened? I don’t want you to feel like you have to talk to me. But I feel that you need to talk to someone.”

“I’m just scared, Draco. I don’t want people to call me crazy. I don’t want to be put into St. Mungo’s mental ward. I know I should talk to someone, anyone, but I’m just scared of what they will think.”

He took her hand in his own, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “Talk to me, Hermione. I don’t think you’re crazy. If you remember the morning, you remember how I found you, what you were holding. I just don’t want you to feel alone, because you’re not.” When she didn’t respond, he didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to push her. He kept his hand in hers and the continued ministrations of his thumb.

“It started a couple of weeks after the battle.” She sighed “I would have nightmares of the battle, the manor, and just our entire time spent on the run. I had no one to talk to about it all. Harry was tired of people asking him, so I didn’t want to push him. Ron was pushing it all down and away, only to have it surface in anger. We were together, you know?” She sighed. “I tried multiple times to break it off with him, but he kept reminding me where I stood. That I was just the girl of the trio, no one important. That no one else would want me. I finally broke it off with him telling he deserved better. He let me go easily with that argument.

“Other than that, after the first week, Molly fell into depression. When this happened I took over her duties. I cooked and cleaned and helped around the house. The only acknowledgement came from Arthur.

“When we got our Hogwarts letters I was so excited, so happy… but Ron wasn’t. He didn’t want me to go. Told me to stay for them. But the reality of it was that no one was there. When I confronted him about that, he told me they were all too busy. Nice to know, right? Best friends of 7 years are too busy for a moment of time. Every day I was alone. I cooked for them, cleaned for them, by time I got to sit and eat my own food, they were gone. I was alone… felt so alone.

“I don’t remember when the cutting started exactly. I would just get so infuriated with everyone and would escape to my room. I wanted to scream, but couldn’t.” Hermione took a deep breath. “It started like that. The energy that would go into screaming went into inflicting pain on myself. The lonelier I felt, the angrier I felt, but I never showed it. No one saw. I wore a mask and no one noticed. Originally I healed myself, but after a while I stopped using magic. It felt better to have the healing cut. If I moved certain ways, I was reminded that it was there. Technically it made me cut less often.

“Even though I cut less often, the muggle healing was leaving scars. I was ugly anyway, so it really didn’t matter. After a while though, I became worried. I didn’t want anyone to see and know what was going on. I didn’t want them to send me away.” Draco felt her shaking and pulled her closer to him.

When she calmed down, she continued. “On the day we got our letters, Molly came in after Ron started fighting with me. She told me to finish my schooling and not listen to what he was saying… but it was hard. A week after all that, Molly had taken over her kitchen again. I was so happy she was finally coping and getting on with her life. I can’t imagine what she’s been through, but by her healing, her family can heal as well.

“Anyway, exactly one week after the letters came, Ron tried to get me to stay again. He told me again how no one would want me. He pretty much admitted that he was hoping I would stay and be his little house witch. Can you imagine me a house witch?! Molly is beautiful and intelligent and an amazing witch and woman. But that’s not me. I want a career, to get out in the world. So for the first time in months I did something for me. I just packed my bags and left. I stayed at the Hogs Head for the rest of the summer break, and well… here I am.”

Draco’s one hand was rubbing her knuckles, while the other ran up and down her arm. He stayed silent the whole time, knowing that she needed to talk, and afraid that any interruption would silence her. He held her tight and listened intently. When she paused, he would hold her tighter, letting her know he was still there and listening.

Hermione knew she was spilling her soul to one Draco Malfoy, but once the words started, she couldn’t still them. Some part of her cringed at that, but the larger part felt relieved, like a heavy weight was being lifted off of her chest. She peeked at him through her lashes now and then to see him listening to her. She felt his warm arms holding her and felt his heart beating beneath the hand on his chest. That hand was intertwined with her own. She was amazed how comfortable this felt.

When she finished, she noticed she had been crying. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She said as she tried to get off him.

“No, its okay, really.”

After a few more moments of silence, she needed him to talk. Did he think she was crazy? Was he going to turn her in and give her a nice white magic dampening padded room? She didn’t know. “Say something, please?” she asked him.

Hearing the pleading in her voice, Draco looked at the witch in his arms and felt his breath hitch. Her hair was a mess of curls spread around her shoulders and on his chest. He could smell jasmine come off of her in waves. Her eyes were red from crying again and her cheeks were still wet. But nothing there is what caused his heart to flutter. Her eyes looked so pained, but there was a spark there. She was in pain from having to recount her tale, but by telling it, her spark began to come back.

“You are beautiful” he whispered. He watched the blush creep up her neck and her cheeks flame. “I stand by everything I’ve said before. You are beautiful, intelligent, and pure hearted. You are in no way selfish, especially after what you’ve told me. I’m sorry you had to go through all of that. I’m sorry you felt the need to cause pain upon yourself. But you don’t need to anymore. You are not alone anymore. I will not let you be alone anymore.”

He watched her try to pull away as doubt clouded her eyes. “Hermione.” She looked at him again. “I’m not lying, give me veritaserum, perform leglimens on me. I care about you. Do you think I, Draco Malfoy, would become your personal Healer if I didn’t. I’m not doing this as penance either. I’ve made my amends already. My coming back to school was my penance. Do you know I have to take NEWT level Muggle Studies AND get an O? Really!” This earned him a smile.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. He didn’t know why he did it, only that he was following instinct. She breathed out and relaxed further into his arms and snuggled.

“Draco… where is your shirt?” He began chuckling again.

“When you fell asleep, I noticed that you were reaching for bare skin.” He watched her blush again and mumble an apology. “The ‘magic touch’ isn’t just a saying, Hermione. By touching skin to skin, I knew I could help you more. You were in such a state this morning, I was worried. I’m glad you didn’t wake up screaming and hexing me.” She laughed at that, a real laugh. It had been so long, but felt so good.

“Alright, love. Let’s get some food in you. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” Once glance at the clock showed it to be 5pm. They had been talking for 3 hours.

“Wait… that means I have to move?” She looked at him and he nodded with a smirk on his face. “Hmm… don’t wanna.” She snuggled into him more, before laughing. “Okay, okay, I am kind of hungry. Plus I’m tired of those nasty nourishment potions.” She pulled herself off of him and he sat up. “Shit” he turned around to see her face grimace. “Few and far between, but spasms none the less. I don’t care, but when it hits my shoulder I can catch a breath.”

“Alright, let’s get some food and I’ll give you a small dose of relaxant” She paled.

“No, no. I don’t like the effect that has on me.”

“Aww come on, I thought it was cute: Drracoooo” he sung at her.

“Ok, yeah that was embarrassing, but what I don’t like is its too relieving, my body moved because I don’t feel the pain, but when it wears off its horrible.”

Draco nodded in understanding. “Okay then. How about a bit of pain potion to dull it a little bit. We’ll eat dinner and I’ll see what I can do about those knots in your back.” He saw she was about to say no “Would you rather a back massage from Healer Draco … or Healer Pomfrey?”

She thought about that for a moment “Okay, point taken”

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A/N: Just got internet on for first time in 2 days! Argh! Luckily it gave me time to add more chapters to the story. Thanks for sticking with me. I’m sorry for the cliffie earlier, but whats the point in ending a chapter like that without being a little bit of a tease. It was just too easy to leave that way.

Hardygirl133: Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it!

Madamdragon. Very sorry about the cliffie. I’m glad you liked the chapter, it was a hard one to write. I’m glad you think the fic is worth such an evil cliffie. I’ll try my hardest not to do it again.

So what does everyone think so far? Is it progressing well? I know Draco is OC, but I hope I am writing him satisfactory.
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