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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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He stood looking at the door for a minute trying to catch his breath. He felt her eyes on the back of his head.

“What?” He finally asked, turning to stare in her empty eyes.

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Hermione didn’t know what to say. Was this a joke? Did Draco Malfoy actually just threaten someone for using mudblood against her? When he finally turned around to face her staring eyes she found her tongue.

“I.. I.. don’t know.” She finally stuttered out.

“Wow. The ultimate know it all doesn’t know something. Please, enlighten me as to what it is that you don’t you know Granger?”

She sneered at his condescending tone, but decided to be honest. “Why are you being so nice? Since when are you savior of the mudbloods- and don’t you dare yell at me for using the term” she said as she watched his mouth open. “What game are you playing at Malfoy? Cause I’ll tell you now, I’m not playing it with you.”

He let out a deep breath and closed his eyes for a minute before speaking. “No game. New life.” He opened his eyes and she looked at him confused. “I’m not who I was last year. I… I’m trying to change. To change to who I want to be, who I’m supposed to be. Not who my father was molding me to be. Who I was… well… that was a mini version of my father that I forced to the surface to keep from being beat. I’m not playing a game.” He repeated “Besides we’re sharing a common room, least I can do is make nice with my new roomie.” He smirked at her.

She looked at him wary. Okay, let’s see how this goes. I can always owl Harry if things get suspicious. She stuck her hand out to him which he stared at. It was a sort of challenge; see if he would touch her. It didn’t take long before he had her hands in his and they shook once, before jerking back as if they’d been shocked. Actually she had. She narrowed her eyes at him, but watched as he looked at her wide eyed. He put his hands out in front of him in an “I didn’t do it” gesture. She nodded once in understanding.

“New beginnings” She said simply

“New beginnings” he replied smiling. A real smile. Wait? Smiling? Draco Malfoy, king of smirks and evil grins was smiling. I’m definitely going to have to be careful.

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The Great Hall looked empty. Tables were not even half full- and the Slytherin table only had about ten students. Draco walked over to this table and sat down at the opposite end. Anyone who was close, slipped further down.

He noticed the prefect from the train glaring at him- he looked up and the boy blanched. Don’t be stupid, he thought to the boy.

The sorting ceremony went fast. Just as there were only 10 kids at Slytherin, there were only 8 kids to sort- only one of which ended up in the house of the serpent. After dinner, the prefects led their houses to the common rooms and Hermione and Draco headed to meet the headmistress to be led to their own.

The front portrait of their dorms was. They both gasped as they climbed through the portrait. The common room looked like a place away from home. Both left and right walls were nothing but shelves of books. The fireplace was directly in front of them, with a loveseat set before it. On either side of the fireplace was a stair case. They listened to the Headmistress explain the setting- stairs on the right were for Draco, left were for Hermione. Each room was protected by a password. Between the two rooms, essentially behind the fireplace was a shared bathroom.

Draco looked out of the corner of his eye and knew what he would see. Granger was staring and the shelves and shelves of books- no doubt calculating how many she could read this year.

Finally they heard McGonagall ask if they had any questions. Both of them shook their heads. “Well, It is late and classes do start tomorrow. Here are your class schedules” the students put their hands out to get the pieces of parchment. “Good night then.”

After McGonagall left, Hermione walked towards her stairs. “Good Night Malfoy”

“Night Granger” he replied.

But neither of them could sleep. Hermione was tossing and turning with nightmares of Malfoy Manor and the fight with Ron at the Burrow. Why did he have to be such a prat? I’m not selfish am I? Damn them. Why do I always have to feel alone? I feel like I’m 11 years old again- alone in a place where I have no friends… alone.

In the Head Boy’s dorm, Draco was tortured by nightmares of his time serving the Dark Lord. Death of Professor Burbage, Hogwarts former Muggle Studies teacher a recurring one. Followed by the golden trio’s time at the Manor. And the many other things he witnessed death eaters do. Why did I have to be there? My bastard of a father had to follow the dark wizard didn’t he? Just had to give me, his only son, to said wizard. I’ve never felt so alone.

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Hermione woke the next day groggy and out of sorts. She looked at her clock to see it was 5am already. Knowing she would not be falling back to sleep, she decided to get up and get ready. She knocked on the bath to make sure Draco wasn’t in there yet and got showered and dressed. She was sitting on the couch by 6am when Draco’s door opened. They both headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Teasing each other on the way

“Geez Malfoy, you primp more than a girl”

“Not my fault I’m so beautiful.”

And their banter continued.

The silence in the hall was deafening as they entered. Hermione went over to Gryffindor table and sat next to Ginny, while Malfoy headed over to his empty seat at Slytherin.

Hermione really would rather be sitting next to Draco. Gods Ginny shut up about Harry! She thought as her friend kept chatting away. But her friend was oblivious. Hermione was ecstatic for her friends, but didn’t need it to be rubbed in her face. She would never be house wife material. She would never be beautiful enough for that fact to be overlooked. All wizards wanted a house witch. A wife to stay home cooking and cleaning and popping out babies.

But Hermione grew up in the muggle world where women were leaders and doctors and more than just head of society clubs. She had dreams and aspirations of something more than that. Feeling like her chest and head were going to explode, Hermione interrupted Ginny. It was after a 10 minute constant stream, so her friend wasn’t too upset.

“I forgot my parchment in my room Ginny! I’m sorry we’ll catch up at lunch”

“OK Mione, see you later!”

She nodded and smiled before heading out of the hall. She didn’t understand why she got this way- she felt so isolated and angry. The angrier she got the more she wanted to hurt. Almost as if she were punishing herself. Well shouldn’t you? Her conscience declared. You left your friends, you were selfish. Don’t you know they needed you? Hermione just wanted to scream out her frustrations. She ran to the 2^nd floor girls bathroom and slammed the door. She cast a locking and silencing charm behind her before she screamed.

She screamed with anger. Pain. Loneliness. Depression. Love. Despair.

It felt like every emotion she ever felt was trying to rip its way out of her. When her voice was hoarse, and the screams stopped, Hermione took in deep breaths. Where was she? Did she hurt herself? She began to take inventory. Well... knees are a bit sore, fingers hurt and head hurts… She moved her hands and noticed she had been pulling her hair out. “Damnit” she muttered to herself. Looking around she realized the bathroom was a disaster. Mirror broken, sinks shattered, stall doors hanging off the hinges.

She picked up a piece of glass and rolled up her sleeve. “Last time… it has to be.” She felt the warmth flowing down her arm and sighed. She used tissue paper to slow the bleeding, knowing it would take time for it to close up. She used her wand to quickly repair the bathroom back to its original state, including her piece of glass.

Hermione cleaned herself off as much as she could, glamouring her face so that her puffy red eyes couldn’t be seen. She undid the silencing spell and jumped as she heard someone banging on the door. “Granger! Hermione!” a male voice was yelling on the other side of the door “Are you okay? Open this door!”

“What the…” she muttered as she unlocked the door.

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