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In the land of Gods and Monsters	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 18062 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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He never intended to do it. He fully expected to begin the new year the same way he left home. Without a single care. He would just get it over with.
His father refused to see him off. His mother fussed over him. He let her. And just like that he was on his way back to Hogwarts. With significantly less classmates, to be sure, but he was returning.
Draco did not react to the stares or whispers. He acted like he hadn’t a care in the world. He sat quietly in his car on the train, and counted each individual second with his fingers. He stared directly ahead, unmoving and hardly blinking.
His mind strangely blank. Anyone who glanced in would be undoubtedly disturbed by his behavior. But no one came by.
Which was just too bad.
He had no opportunity to share his—how did they describe it—his desire to be humble and kind and give out hugs and GOD he sometimes wished he were dead.
And he had to congratulate her. Because Hermione delivered what could only be the most gag-worthy speech of any-body’s lifetime.
Bravo, Hermione bravo.
He felt his lip begin to curl in disdain.
She glorifies the dead but fuck me if I don’t wish I were one of them now. What a fucking joke.
He’d lost count of how many times this thought crossed his mind since leaving home. And then this treat.
Were they FUCKING SERIOUS?
He stared at the scene of tears and hand holding with a blank face but inside he was absolutely disgusted.
Perhaps there was something wrong with him.
Because he was in serious danger of collapsing in a fit of giggles. It was all he could do to restrain himself. Every single statement ended with phrases heavily related to hope and friendship. It was like watching a comedy performance, only it was real, which made it all the more hysterical.
Hope? Friendship?
A girl he did not recognize collapsed into the arms of another.
He sincerely doubted any of this was genuine. People didn’t abandon grudges over night. They adapted, like his father. And moved on with their lives but at the end of the day, when everything was over, no one really changed.
He could embrace it and survive or…see what happened. He thought he was ready to embrace the latter.
Because fuck them.
But after seeing Granger, and listening to her bull shit speech, something truly malicious awakened inside of him.
Because why not?
He would start with his new best friend, Hermione Granger. They were friends, after all. He would never want to disappoint.
Or forget.
He remembered.
Oh how he remembered…the crushed bones…and screaming…
It was the applause that jerked him back to reality.
He was in the great hall.
He felt his hands shake, and so he gripped the edge of the table. And watched her.
Hermione Granger. Up on her pedestal, literally and figuratively.
God what a self-righteous bitch. His hands itched to knock that smile off her face. It would feel so good too. He almost did it. He could feel it.
‘I invite Draco Malfoy to join me in beginning this new chapter.’ She finished.
Ha.
Ha.
Ha.
The laughter in his head followed him as he gracefully rose before turning towards her. He stared at her. Never looking away. And move forward.
He could feel her disgust and hatred, but she held herself still. Filling her role nicely as a model for others to follow.
Ha.
Haha.
He could actually read her mind, I am doing this in the name of peace. In the names of all who died. Me, Hermione Granger. I am good, I am going to set an example.
It made him want to gag.
Or laugh. It was difficult to tell at this point. and he wasn’t quite sure it mattered.
He ignored the students, who waited on edge, watching them to see what would happened. He knew they expected him to be nasty.
And that was why he decided to do the last thing they expected, because why not?
He was…disgustingly sweet.
With great exaggeration, he turned and dropped to one knee before Hermione. She took another step back in complete shock.
She was confused, and looked around for help but everyone was focused on him.
Watching him. Excited to see what he would do.
‘Ms. Granger, I humbly seek your forgiveness,’ He spread his arms dramatically, his voice oozing sugary sweetness, ‘I am a disgrace. I am nothing.’ He paused. And lowed his lids. Because if he continued to watch her face, he would laugh.
‘But I know that with you as my partner, together, we, can build a brighter, peaceful tomorrow.’
Then he ended this pack of lies with his hands clasped in what looked like humble prayer. ‘I think it’s what Harry Potter would have wanted. What everyone would have wanted. I cannot make up for my sins, but I know that with your support I can finally be the better man.’
And he waited.
Everyone turned their eyes to hers.
Waiting. Expectantly. For the fairy tail they all wanted.
He knew how Granger showed anger. And he knew she wanted to scream at him. To call him out.
Because he knew she knew that he was full of shit.
But he knew she wouldn’t do that.
Not Granger. No, Hermione Granger was expected to be so much more, to rise above those nasty feelings of hate.
She abruptly turned away and looked at the crowd. ‘Malfoy is right. It’s only through peace and forgiveness that we can prevent the mistakes of the past from repeating. I hope we can all move forward.’
He stood and took her hand in his, and gave her his most angelic smile, ‘Together.’
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