Chapter 1 : Butterflies
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Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. (1 Corinthians 13:6)
August Fourth 2002
“Draco, I’ve had enough!” Hermione yelled, grabbing her bag. I reached for her and tried to pull her close but she fought against me.
“Mione, don’t go.” I whispered. Tears were streaming down Hermione’s cheeks as she stopped, her hand wrapped around the door handle.
“Tell me you love me,” She dared to say, spinning around on her heels. Anger burned in my throat
No one talks to a Malfoy like that! I thought in anger, my hands balled into fists and the veins in my neck began to bulge, taking a deep breath I calmed myself down, un-clenching my fists. Hermione wasn't going to see the Draco Malfoy she knew in school ever again.
“I can’t.” I only whispered, unable to say anything more.
“Did you ever care? You never tell me you love me! Now tell me Draco, did you ever care about me? Did it hurt you when you saw me getting tortured by your Precious Aunt Bella?” Hermione spat, brushing past me to reach for her scarf that lay on the bed.
“I cared.” I said in an urgent manner, “I care Hermione.” I grabbed her wrist and pulled her in close.
"Draco, you're hurting me," Hermione said, struggling against my strong grip, but I didn't care; she needed to know what I had to say.
You don’t how I felt when I saw you getting tortured. It was the most helpless moment in my life. You think I delight in the evil that my family forced upon on me?
“Watching you get tortured was like watching apart of my soul getting torn away from my body. I felt like I was drowning in a waterless ocean, like someone was breaking each of my bones slowly. Your screams still echo in my ears when I stuff up. Seeing you on that floor, I thought you were going to die Hermione, I was never going to be able to tell you just how much I loved you, I would never be able to touch you again. So don’t you ever think that I don’t care because I do. Hermione, I care more than anything else in the world,” I said urgently. Hermione’s breath was hot as she stared at me in awe.
“Draco-,” She said, but I stopped her mid-sentence by leaning into to kiss her.
Hermione fell asleep quicker then me, as usual. She looked beautiful and fragile when she slept; she was a fragile china doll and I was her guardian angel; making sure that she was safe from the danger and warm when it's cold outside
But I couldn’t sleep. After I had told Hermione how I felt on that day her screams were echoing in my ears and whenever I closed my eyes I could see her, getting tortured.
“PUT THE BOYS IN THE CELLAR!” Aunt Bella yelled, throwing Harry Potter and Ron Weasley roughly down the stairs.
“Where are you taking them?” Hermione yelled, my father restraining her from running towards the two boys.
“Don’t worry Deary, they’ll be fine, can’t say the same about you,” Aunt Bella said, pulling her wand up to full height.
I was pressing myself against the wall, trying to find a way out of this room but it was avail.
Hermione’s screams ricocheted off the walls and the chandelier above us quivered slightly. I had never wished anyone dead more than I wished my Aunt Bella dead that day
I winced at her pain and wanted nothing more than to hex Aunt Bella and take Hermione somewhere safe, but I would only be putting her and myself into more danger if I did that.
‘But she doesn’t even like you remember Draco?’ I reminded myself. She had no idea how I felt about her.
Aunt Bella was laughing mechanically, flicking her wand lazily at Hermione, like she was only casting harmless spells. As each spell hit Hermione I winced and closed my eyes, trying to block out all of her screams, but, it was no avail.
“What did you take from my vault!” Aunt Bella yelled, spitting harshly in Hermione’s face. My fingers nails were digging into my skin as I restrained myself from attacking Aunt Bella.
“I didn’t take anything, I prom-,” Hermione was cut off by Aunt Bella sending a curse at Hermione. Falling to the ground, Hermione began to scream.
I was just about to step forward and curse Aunt Bella when Potter and Weasley came up from the stairs, sending curses and hexes around randomly in the room. That was the only time that I ever felt glad to see Potter and Weasley.
Aunt Bella was hit by one of the spells and Hermione was free. I ran to her without thinking but Weasley beat me to her.
“Get the hell away from here Malfoy,” Weasley spat, pushing me away.
Hermione, my love, clung to Weasley like her life depended on it.
Everyone in the room was sending hexes, curses and jinxes at their enemies but I couldn’t keep my eyes of Hermione, who couldn’t keep her eyes off Weasley. I’m not sure what pained me more, seeing Hermione being helpless on the floor screaming or seeing her find solace in someone else.
Hermione mummered in her sleep jolting me out of my nightmare. It never mattered how many times I had that nightmare, it would still leave me breathless and shaking.
My breathing slowly returned back to normal and I went back to stroking Hermione’s hair.
“Draco? Are you still awake?” Hermione yawned, sitting up in bed and running her fingers through my short hair.
I only nodded.
“Listen Draco, it wasn’t your fault,” Hermione soothed.
“I could have stopped it though,” I said stubbornly. Hermione only shook her head at me.
“Draco, if you had stopped it, you would have been killed and she would have gone back to torturing me afterwards. You did all you could,” She said sweetly, rubbing her hands up and down my back.
“Tell me you love me.” She whispered, kissing my cheek. I turned my head and looked at her straight in the eyes.
“Hermione Jean Granger, I love.... I lo.... I love you,” I stammered out; leaning into kiss her.
A/N: Well, there we go. It's my first attempt at a one-shot.
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