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Obscurity	By : mutableair Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Sorry this has taken so long! Enjoy!

ABSURDITY

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      A couple of days had passed since the incident in the Head student’s common room. Hermione had carried on as if nothing had happened, or at least she tried to. Harry and Ron had noticed her reluctant behavior on the way to Potions.

      “’Mione, are you doing ok? You’ve been acting kind of odd lately.” Inquired Harry.

                “I’m fine, Harry. Honestly, just staying focused on my studies and the research for the cause.” Hermione responded quietly, she didn’t want any unwanted attention. The less attention she received, the less likely people were to notice she wasn’t alright.

            Harry looked at her with concerned eyes. Eyes that stated he had no intention of believing her. He knew she was stressed from the upcoming war and the situations they’d be in. What Harry didn’t know, was how much it was weighing on her mind, body, and soul.

            Ron watched the exchange between his two best friends with mild interest. Everyone was depressed, stressed, oblivious, or on the verge of breaking because of the war and it’s implications. He wanted to be there for his friend, but he also knew that there was not much that he could say to soothe the uneasiness in the air.

            The three friends continued on their way to Potions in comfortable silence. They had reached the corridor that held the room for Potions, complete with Slytherin’s worst. Draco was leaning against the stonewall next to the classroom door accompanied by Pansy and Blaise. As the Golden Trio approached, Pansy and Blaise sneered dually, followed by the masked expression Draco usually wore.

            Ron’s face was already turning an angry shade of red, waiting for the insults to start flying. Harry coolly fingered his wand hidden in his robe sleeve. Hermione stared with a bored expression, not interested in fighting with anyone.

              “Oi! What are you gits staring at?” Ron shouted as they approached the classroom.

                “Looks like a weasel, orphan, and Mudblood to me.” Pansy spat, earning a small smirk from Draco and a chuckle from Blaise.

                “You little wench!” Ron lurched towards Pansy. A sharp tug on the back of Ron’s robes from Hermione and Harry pulled him back.

              “What are you two doing?” Ron whispered harshly to his best friends.

                “Preventing your arse from getting into any trouble.” Hermione stated firmly.



            Ron stalked into the Potions classroom, giving an angry look to all those around him. Harry sighed and followed Ron into the room, giving a backwards glace at Hermione.

            Blaise and Pansy were snickered as Draco ordered them to save him a spot in the classroom, stating he needed to have a word with Granger.

  Once they were alone in the corridor, Draco turned around to confront Hermione. He caught her by her arm and gave her a pull, which sent her into the wall closest to them.

  Hermione winced as the scab on her arm reopened and her head simultaneously hit the wall.

      “What is it now, Malfoy?” Hermione seethed.

      “Just a friendly reminder about the payback that will be coming your way.” Draco said amused.

  Hermione was staring at him with a furious heat radiating from her. Draco thought he could feel it radiated through his hand as he held her arm against the wall. He stole a quick glace to make sure that his hand was in fact, not about to turn to crisp. What he saw made him want to gag. Blood was staining Granger’s shirtsleeve and subsequently his hand. Draco wretched his hand back, examining the blood that was contaminating his pale skin. Draco looked back to Granger with curiosity and disgust. Surely he couldn’t have caused her to injure her arm? With that thought he looked at Granger’s face, which was almost unreadable except for the small amount of fear shining through her eyes.

  Draco’s curiosity was spurred on by the look of fear in her eyes. He grabbed her arm and quickly pulled the sleeve up her arm. What he saw made him want to punch something, though he wasn’t quite sure why. The source of Granger’s blood was from a long cut curving around her forearm. What was worse was the fact that there were multiple wounds in various stages of healing. Deep purple scars, raised marks that were almost unnoticeable, scabbed and other seemingly fresh wounds.

      “What the hell, Granger?” Draco whispered, astonished.

  Hermione didn’t know what to think. She stared at Malfoy with a mix of confusion and hurt expressed clearly on her face. He had just found out the biggest secret she had, the biggest mistake she had ever made.

      “Granger! What the-“ Draco started.

  Hermione pulled out of his grasp and made a run for it. She didn’t know where she was going, what she was going to do; all she knew is that she couldn’t stay there. The look on Malfoy’s face was too much to bare, he looked absolutely disgusted. Hermione felt disgusting.

            The class day was finally over. Hermione had holed herself up in her dormitory, sending message to the Headmaster stating that she was ill and unable to attend the rest of her classes that day. Dumbledore had understood, bidding her a get well soon. She had proceeded to lay on her bed, fully clothed and numb. For once in her life, she had no back up plan, no way out.

  Draco had gone through the day in a state of confusion. He felt sick. Here was the girl he was sent to demolish, to break down. Yet, from the looks of it, she was already there. He had wondered if someone was doing that to her, but he knew that wasn’t the truth. The wounds he had seen were self-inflicted, the blood that had stained his hand was purposeful.

  Harry and Ron had worried when they didn’t see Hermione in Potions or the following classes. Finally they confronted the Headmaster, and he had relayed the message that she was ill.

  Draco was sitting in the common room. He had been sitting there since classes had ended, and it was well past eight o’clock now. He had wanted to go up to Granger’s room to see if she was there, which he had the feeling she was. He wanted to confront her about those wounds and how she had the nerve to bleed on him. Draco was conflicted, deep in his gut he felt sorry for her but his mind kept replaying the message his father had engrained in his head. He was supposed to hate her, hurt her, and leave her for dead. Yet here he was, sitting and waiting for any sight of her, his intentions not on any of the aforementioned tasks. Draco was so deep in his musings that he had failed to notice the slight crick from one of the dorm room doors opening and closing.

  Hermione made her way down the stairs quietly. She was absolutely famished and wanted to make something quick in the kitchen before heading back up to bed. She scanned the common room, and concluded that Malfoy was not there. She failed to notice the glimpse of blonde hair peeking out from one of the large wing-backed chairs near the fire.

  Draco stirred when he heard the small footsteps coming from behind him. Obviously Granger was there and she seemed to not have noticed his existence in the room. Turning slighty, he watched as Granger made her way into the kitchen and prepared some toast and tea for herself. Draco wondered if she knew she could have summoned a house elf to do that for her. He noticed she was still in her school robes, looking rumpled and slept in. Draco slowly got up from the chair and made his way along the common room wall to the kitchen.

  Hermione grabbed the toast and tea she had made and sat herself on the far end of the kitchen table. Gingerly taking bites out of her toast and sips from her tea, she allowed herself to have a moment of peace.

  Draco snuck up behind Granger, her back facing him. He watched as she finished off her tea and toast, about to make her way to the sink to dispose of her dishes. He grabbed her shoulders and she dropped her plate and teacup back on the table making a shrill noise in response.

      “M-Malfoy?” Hermione stuttered.

  Draco turned her around quickly to face her, his eyes automatically resting on her arms.

      “Show them to me.” Draco ordered.

      “Show you what exactly, Malfoy?” Hermione said, trying to regain some confidence.

      “You know bloody well what I’m talking about, Granger.” Draco ground out.

      “Why? Why should I? What is it any of your business for!” Hermione shouted back at him.

      “If you don’t roll up your sleeves, I will do it for you.” Draco responded.

  This wasn’t what he had planned. He didn’t want to see them again, he was just going to pester her about it and maybe in a blind rage she might reveal the cause of her wounds.

  Hermione could feel the tears welling up in her eyes; she didn’t want to do this. This was hers. This was her problem, her mistake, and her release. She didn’t want to share that with Malfoy.

      “I will not and neither will you.” Hermione spat at him.



  She tried to pull out of his grip, wanting to run away and lock herself in her dorm room.

  Draco tightened his grip on her, pushing her back into the kitchen wall. Reaching down, he grabbed her wrists and put them above her head.

  Hermione was struggling against Malfoy, his hips pressed into hers in an attempt to keep her in his grasp.

  Draco reached up with his other hand and ripped the sleeve on her blouse, exposing all of her wounds. He did the same with the other arm, assuming that the other held matching atrocities. He was right.

  Hermione let out an anguished yell, doubling her efforts to get out of Malfoy’s grip. Tears were streaming freely from her eyes now, matting the hair framing her face to her cheeks. Her face was flushed from the effort exerted of trying to get out of Malfoy’s grip, her body felt like it was on fire.

  Draco held on tight to Granger’s arms; he was waiting for her to wear herself out. He needed answers, answers to why she did this, answers to why he felt like he should care.

      “Granger, calm the fuck down. This would go so much easier if you would just hold still.” Draco breathed.

      “No! This is none of your damn business, Malfoy! You want me to feel disgusting? That’s accomplished, though I can’t say it took a lot of convincing.” Hermione sobbed.

  Draco was dumbfounded. Why did she think she was disgusting? She was of course, but he had said nothing of the sort about this particular situation.

      “I never said that – that what you’ve done is disgusting. Your blood is disgusting, your heritage is disgusting; we both know that, I’ve been telling you for years. But this, Granger – “ Draco leaned in close to her face, she had stopped struggling. He ran his fingers down her wrist, stopping to follow the lines and marred patterns decorating her skin. “-this is just sick.” His breath travelling across her lips as he continued to trace his way down her arms.

  Hermione made a whimpering noise, turning her head away from Malfoy’s face. She was completely broken; this was the worst thing she had encountered in such a long time. She was humiliated. Malfoy had made it a point to bring her down further, hold her head under the water just a few seconds too long.

  Draco was captured by the sight that Granger made, she was breathing heavily, flushed, and tear stained. He thought he could feel the warm wetness of her blood start to cover his hands, but he couldn’t be sure. He was too interested in the emotions flying across her face. She looked as if she might be sick, but he didn’t care. She was where she should be, his mind told him even though his stomach was sinking.

  Hermione laid limply in Malfoy’s grasp, she didn’t want to fight anymore, she just wanted him to let her go. Her head was resting against the wall; she could feel the blood start to drip down her arms. She thought briefly that it was a shame she couldn’t see the blood gather and fall.

  Draco reached his arm down and grasped Granger’s chin. He wanted her to look at him; he wanted to see what she was feeling. He was met by numbness. Complete and utter numbness. His emotions were getting out of control. He was replaying everything that had happened over the summer, the look of the muggles faces when they realized that death was inevitable. He recalled the look on the fellow Death Eater’s faces, the joy and excitement they had gotten from it. It had made him ill. He had never wanted to become that. His superiority was a foundation in his life, but he was not about to justify it with suffering. Name-calling and the occasional fights was one thing. He was practically a master at making people feel like shit, but he never thought it could get this bad. That people could hurt as much as Granger was hurting. His heart was heavy. He wanted to be who he has always been, he wanted to push her down and spit on her. But another part of him, the sane part of him he concluded, wanted to hold her and tell her it will be ok.

  Hermione was staring at Malfoy; his eyes were portraying nothing, just as cold as she felt, she supposed. She watched him for what seemed like a lifetime, until there was a flicker of emotion. It was almost unconceivable how fast it appeared and disappeared on his features. His eyes focusing on her once again, jaw set.

      “Tell me why, Granger.” Draco asked quietly.

      “I don’t see why it matters.” Hermione responded.

      “Because it just does. I want to know why.” Draco persisted.

      “You don’t always get what you want, Malfoy.” Hermione whispered harshly.

      “I normally do.” Draco told her, leaning in closer to her.

  Granger’s body heat was starting to overwhelm him. Her scent filled the air, making him feel intoxicated.

      “I just do, Malfoy. It hurts, it heals. Done.” Hermione vaguely explained.

      “That’s not enough. Tell me more.” Draco closed his eyes as he leant into Granger’s hair.

  Hermione started breathing faster. Why was he so close to her?

      “This is how I cope. I’m not perfect, you know? I hurt, I bleed, I don’t know what to do anymore.” Hermione cried silently.

  Draco began to nuzzle her hair, he felt so warm with her. He was drawn to her; she was everything he couldn’t have.

      “You could have fooled me.” He responded.

  Hermione gave a harsh chuckle.

  Draco raised his head away from her hair, looking her in the eyes once more. She looked more confused than anything right now. Her hair was more of a mess than usual, her eyes puffy, and cheeks bright. He glanced down at her lips, they were moist, a dull pink. He couldn’t help himself; this was beginning to be too much. She was right here, broken and unwanted. He wanted her though; she was supposed to be his. His to hurt.

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