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Malfoy's Hidden Pain	By : LadyReadsalot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6965 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer One-I don’t not own any of these character and make no money off this story

Special thanks go out to Luminari Lilium! Thanks for pointing out my Snape disaster….HAHAHA stupid Spell Check….reminder to everyone…don’t just click change on everything, you might end up misspelling everything you have! LOL

Enjoy!!

Chapter Two: Life or Death?

       Hermione walked up to the only curtain in the hospital wing. She knew that she had to go around it; it was the only way to know for sure that Draco was really dead or not; but a part of her could allow her to find out. It was as if she was hit with   Petrificus Totalus, as none of her body parts seemed to function.

To her immediate right, Hermione could see Dumbledore round the very curtain that she currently stood in front of. A moment of surprise was washed away, when she remembered that it was she that had gotten the Head Master to come there; for Draco. Another round of tears and internal fighting went through Hermione, when all of a sudden a crashing sound jump started her body into movement. Hermione dashed behind the curtain, running into Professor Snape in her rush, sending them both crashing to the floor.

“For the love of Merlin! Miss Granger, do you not to look before you barge in head first to anything? You would think that the brightest witch of our age would be smarter than this.” Snape growled ad he got himself off the ground, brushing off his robes harshly. Hermione paid him no mind as her eyes were focused on the cot in front of her.

Draco lay on the bed so still, so silent with a look of peace on his face that Hermione had never seen before. Hesitantly, afraid that making one wrong move would destroy the quiet stillness in the air, Hermione walked over to the side of the bed. Gently reaching out her hand, Hermione hovered mere millimeters away from Draco’s arm, close enough to feel the fine blonde white hair that graced his pale skin.

      “Is he…?” Hermione couldn’t finish, the words getting lodged in her throat. A hand on her should startled Hermione out of her thoughts. Turning her head, she glanced up at Dumbledore, noticing the frown he worn and the sadness in his eye. The tears that had so far dissipated, rushed forward with a vengeance. Shaking her head, all Hermione could think was, ‘No, he can’t be dead.’

“Stop your disgusting display of sympathy, you silly girl. He’s not dead.” Hermione glanced across the bed, noticing that Snape had come up to Draco’s beside as well. She could see traces of concern in his eyes when he glanced down at the boy on the cot, confusing her greatly, but as soon as he looked up at her, all Hermione could see was bleak boredom, as if being called here in the middle of the night was a waste of his precious time.

“Then why is he so still? What happened to him?” Hermione glanced back at Dumbledore, begging with her eyes for the answer, knowing Snape would not be willing to divulge anything to her of all people, if anyone at all.

“Until he wakes, we will not know for sure. Right now he is unconscious, despite everything Madame Pomfrey has done for him. All we can do for know is wait and see what happens.” Hermione glanced back at Draco’s prone body just laying there; a shudder went through her, a bad tingle in the back of her mind made Hermione nervous for an unknown reason. Shacking the feeling off, Hermione went to ask more questions, but was unceremoniously cute off by Snape.

“Enough of you incessant chatter. Go back to your room. There is no reason for you to be out at this hour.” With those words, Snape turned his back on her and began to talk to Madame Pomfrey in hushed tones. Hermione let herself be guided to the other side of the curtain, and towards the doors before her brain once again started to function correctly. Anger at Snape’s words caused her to stop suddenly, glaring up at Dumbledore as she opened her mouth to speak.

“Now, now, Miss Granger, Professor Snape is right. It is past curfew; and even as Head Girl, you must be heading off to bed. There is nothing you can do. I am sure that our young Mr. Malfoy will be just fine.” Hermione felt herself sign in defeat, as gust of air escaping her mouth instead of the scathing words she had chosen to use. A hand pushing her towards the door, Hermione finally let herself move, heading dejectedly back to the Head’s dormitory.

After saying the password, Hermione entered the common room of her and Draco’s dorm. A sad and sorrow filled look at the closed door on the left; Hermione made her way to her door to her room. It was hard to imagine that tomorrow morning she wouldn’t see the blonde git at breakfast, or potions class, or the four more classes that they shared. Sighing in defeat, Hermione got herself ready for bed.

Right before sleep took her, Hermione thought once more about the deathly stillness, and almost angelic, peace that surrounded Draco in the hospital wing. She had no doubt that she would have nightmares about finding him; but wished that Draco to wakefulness soon, if only to appease herself that he was fine.

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Draco was in a fog. He couldn’t see anything around him, touch anything; all that he could feel was a mist surrounding him. The voices came from a great distance. He tried to call out to them, hoping he could find his way to whoever was speaking, but found he couldn’t make a single noise. It was as if someone had cursed him into silence. Walking in the direction he had heard the voices, Draco hoped he would reach someone that could help him. Help him find out where he was, and why he couldn’t remember anything but the moon and stars, and blood. The blood is what motivated him the furthest. What had happened, he needed to find out.

As Draco walked farther, the voices became clearer. Draco stopped suddenly. ‘No, please no. not them, anything but them.’ The though fluttered through Draco’s mind as the fog around him became clear. Draco felt his body shudder at the sight before him.

A boy, skin and bones, with white blonde hair; was lain upon a slab of black rock, an alter of sort if anyone were to look at it. Chains held him down, thick silver chains that were just ragged enough to cut into the sensitive flesh they were placed upon, but dignified enough for whom they belonged to. Draco walked hesitantly up to the boy, noticing the boys eyes looked dead, a blackness n the grey depths that shook him; for he knew those eyes, knew that hair, knew those chains so well he could still feel the weight of them holding him down. For that boy he was walking up to, the sad and pitiful boy was none other them himself.

Looking into those dead eyes, Draco felt the pain of lessons past. The sounds of approaching footsteps and laughter froze Draco. It was if her was there once again, in that room in the ground, in the place he was used, humiliated, and abused. Why was he here? What was this place? That is all Draco could think about as he saw the two people he wished had really disappeared.

       It had been a year since Harry Potter had won the war, one year since the Dark Lord had died, and Draco had finally felt free. Free from his controlling father and uncaring mother. He had testified against both of them at the trials for all Death Eaters. He hadn’t cared if he himself got accused and sentenced. He would be free from them and see them behind bars.

The only thing that had saved him from Azkaban was Harry Potter. He had testified in his favor saying he was about to join the Order, but he been placed under Imperio and continued to fight against them. Draco had not been happy to be saved by Harry Potter, even though he had been happy to get out of prison, he still didn’t want to admit he needed help.

It had been two week s after the trials when Draco had gotten the letter from the Ministry, saying that his parents had somehow escaped their custody. At first Draco hadn’t known what to think. He had Aurors watching him twenty four hours a day for almost a month before the Ministry had deemed him safe enough, that in all likelihood his parents had disappeared for good. Draco had wished and wished it was true, putting on his mask of indifference whenever he was around someone, but the little voice in the back of his mind told him different.

How he could go back and listen to that little voice now. The things he would have watched out for, the people he had associated with. Anything and everything to avoid the outcome that was his life.

“My Dragon is ready for us, Love.” The words threw Draco back into the room, out of his thoughts. Looking up he saw his mother and father descend the last stairs before walking up to the boy, testing the chains and sending shocks of energy into the boy to hear the whimpers he would emit; just for the fun and pleasure it gave them to hear such from the boy.

“Leave him alone! Get away from him, can’t you see what you are doing to him?!” Draco tried with all his might to get the words out of his mouth. He tried to protect the boy, rushing to his side to undo the chains, anything to make them stop hurting the boy, but nothing worked.

“You can’t save me. Don’t you know that by now? No one can save us. They have ruined us, destroyed us for good. There is no use fighting any more. It is useless to pretend like someone will care about us, because no one does or will. We are the best kept secret, Draco. No one sees or hears our pain.” Draco looked at himself, staring into those dead eyes as the boy spoke, even during the disgusting ritual his parents practiced on him. Draco shook his head, not ready to accept defeat.

“You cannot admit it now, but you will soon, Draco. There is nothing else but pain and anguish for us. We will always be this. But maybe we can find a place where they cannot reach our soul anymore. What is left of it. We will stop existing one day, and no one will care.” Draco kept shaking his head. The boy was wrong. Had to be wrong. He couldn’t go back to them. The emotions in Draco stirred, rising as if boiling, ready to explode at a moment’s notice. In the background he could hear the grunts and moans of the two people that were suppose to love him, and he shook.

Draco tilted his head back and opened his mouth, and finally sound escaped. A scream so earth shattering and heart breaking left him in a rush, pushed through the image before him, breaking it apart into the foggy mist that he had awoken in before, erupting from the fogged dream and into reality.

The scream woke the Mistress of the hospital and raised the hair on the back of a black haired man, who sat not five feet from the screaming boy, cringed. As sudden as the scream came, it went too. Snape jumped to his feet and rushed to the boy’s side. As he gently touched the boy’s hair, gently brushing it out of his face, Snape tried to push the feelings of useless aside. He would help this boy, his godson, if it was the last thing he did; if only he knew what had happened, and what he could do to help.

“How do I help you Draco?” Snape whispered sadly. Not expecting a reply, Snape was shocked into silence when he heard the hushed words that fell from said persons lips.

“You can’t, no one can.”

SO i hope this is a bit better in length. It is hard to make a long chapter when i have a certain plan for breaks and cliff hangers. i had a lot of this stuff written down, but sadly lost my copies of the first few chapters, so im having to make this up as i go until i can get back to my original draft....hahaha.

Thank you for all your lovely comments!! I really appreciate it. and i will certainly try and get chapters out ASAP. I have had a lot of time on my hands so these first couple chapters are flying by. :) Until next time! PLEASE REVIEW!
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