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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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Last chapter was short, so here's another :) Thanks again for reading!

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“What are you looking at?!” Hermione snapped at Draco. He had been staring at her through all her classes trying to figure her out. He found quite quickly that leglimens wouldn’t work on her. By the end of the day, in the privacy of their common room, she finally snapped.

“I’m sorry!” he said hands up in defeat.

“What is your problem” she seethed “I thought ‘new beginnings’ were in order. Why are you bothering me?!” she asked before storming off to her door.

“I honestly am sorry Gra... Hermione.” She froze at the sound of her first name and turned around. “After that incident in Myrtles bathroom this morning I’m concerned”

“Why are you concerned with me? We aren’t even friends. I have friends, Malfoy.”

The poison in her words was too much. “Oh do you now? Where are they? Where are Potty and the Weasel?” He asked just as scornful. “You’re all alone here Granger.”

He was shocked to not hear a retort on her face. She looked as if she had been slapped. Draco took a step towards her, but she ran into the bath, locking the door as she entered. He still followed and began yelling at the door. “Granger I’m sorry!” He yelled. He sat outside the door for what felt like hours before he heard her speak.

“No you’re not. Why would you be sorry if you’re right?” her voice came from above him as she stepped out to walk to her bedroom.

“Well,” he said, trying for a bit of humor, “if it’s any consolation, I’m not exactly the life of the party here, am I?” But he got no smile, no response. She dragged her feet into her room and closed her door. He heard the lock click seconds before he heard her sobs.

He didn’t bother her this time, knowing he would get no response. He headed back to his room. “I’m such an arse” he yelled at himself, pulling at his hair. I’m not my father and yet I still act like him. Anger and hatred put into words. Why did I say that to her? He thought to himself. Out loud he yelled “Damn it!” I need to make amends. I will not start this year off like this. With that last thought, Draco began planning.

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Hermione was so tired. She locked herself in the bathroom, willing the tears to come. Nothing did. The more she thought about his venomous words, the more she realized he was right. As soon as her own door was locked, she threw herself on her bed and finally cried. She didn’t care anymore. Why was she here?

Hermione woke the next morning, desperately wanting more sleep. She gave in to herself, deciding to sleep in and skive off classed for the day. An hour or so later, she smelt the aroma of coffee and raspberry scones. Nothing was in her room, but the smell was still nearby. She was starving and would love some coffee.

She crawled out of bed and tip toed across her room. She cracked her door open to see if anyone, okay let’s be honest here… to see if Malfoy was outside her door. But no one was. On the floor in front of her door was a tray with coffee and scones. Her mouth drooled at the sight and she immediately picked up a scone to munch on as she made her way to the bathroom. After her shower, Hermione decided to take her breakfast to the living room. Bending down to pick up the tray, she noticed a piece of folded parchment. She picked it up and read. Her eyes getting wider, word-by-word.

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Hermione,

I really am truly sorry for the way I behaved last night. I am so very disappointed in myself for releasing my anger on you. I hope at some point we can become acquaintances. Perhaps even friends.

Our past is murky, and that’s putting it mildly. But I am no longer that 11 year old boy full of hate and lies. I hope you can accept this apology for last night. I will not bother you anymore.

I know you are alone here, but so am I. So again, I’m sorry.

D.M.

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Hermione was shocked at the apology. She poured herself some coffee, loving that he thought to put a warming charm on it. Maybe she did need a friend… he sure did. “Damn my bleeding heart taking care of everyone but me!” she said to an empty room. “Fine” she grumbled to herself having made her decision.

She dressed in Jeans and a t-shirt and headed to the common room to do some studies. He probably wouldn’t be back until tonight, so she wasn’t worried about bare arms. She pulled out her Potions textbook and began to read, hoping that she wouldn’t be missed too much.

Hermione stayed up in her room all day long. She had eaten the scones and drank her fill of coffee. Her notes and textbook were spread around her and, soon after the sun set, she was fast asleep.

Draco returned to the tower concerned. Every time he had tried to make his way here during the day, something got in his way. Peeves, Slytherins, and Gryffindors, oh my! Finally after dinner he got free made a run for the Heads’ rooms.

He entered cautiously not knowing what to expect. She had obviously been studying, what with all the papers strewn all over the place. He was surprised she skipped classes. That was not Hermione Granger. He now knew for sure that there was something wrong. He noticed that the tray he had left her was empty. “At least she at something”, he murmured.

He saw her sprawled on the couch, taking notice of her arms again. He noticed there were two new red lines. He watched her sleep for a minute before deciding. He left that note and was completely honest with her. Draco had no friends here either. Maybe they could at least be semi-friendly. He lifted her up “Come on sleepy head.” He murmured. She was truly out cold. She must not be sleeping well either.

Even after seeing her thin frame, Draco was concerned at how light she was. Everything about this girl in his arms screamed ‘Help Me!’

Why had nobody noticed? Where were Potter and Weasley anyway? How could they let their girl get this way? Draco wanted to rush her to Madam Pomfrey or St Mungo’s but knew in his heart she would never forgive him if he did. As it was, he was privy to her secret scars, and she didn’t even know he knew.

Draco opened Hermione’s door and got her set up in her bed. He pulled the covers over her body, including her arms. Tomorrow was another day. If she kept this up he would have to confront her.
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