“You’re an ass! A slimy rotten bastard!” Blaise roared. Draco was clinging to a table in the empty Slytherin common room. One of his piercing grey eyes was swollen shut, his lip was split and bleeding, and his jaw was already beginning to bruise.
“Blaise,” he coughed on his own blood, putting a hand up in front of his face, a pleading look on his face, “please stop.” Blaise scowled and Draco coughed and sputtered again.
“How could you?” Blaise asked accusingly, his voice a low dangerous whisper.
“I made a mistake. I didn’t mean to hurt her the way I did. It was an accident,” Draco pleaded. Blaise rolled his eyes and let out a scoff.
“Please Draco. All you’ve done since you found out she lied to you, you’ve done nothing but harass and berate her. Abuse and refuse to acknowledge her. Bull shit Draco. I don’t believe a word of it!” Blaise snarled. Draco let out a soft moan of pain when Blaise shoved him harder into the corner of the table.
“Blaise,” Blaise whipped around, coming face to face with Theo, who stood, with arms crossed, and a blank expression on his face. “That is enough,” Blaise blanched at Theo’ declaration.
“What? No! He hurt Hermione! He’s an arsehole who deserves what he’s getting!”
“Blaise! I said, enough.” Theo said, his voice calm but deadly. Blaise began to protest but Theo cut him off. “Just shut up and listen. He’s telling the truth.” Theo said sharply. Blaise faltered but turned back to Draco when he Draco moaned in pain. Blaise raised his fist again but Theo grabbed his wrist and gave him a dangerous look.
“He isn’t lying Blaise. I heard it all. I sat and listened to his fucking story. He didn’t mean for it to happen like that. Will you please just listen to his explanation?” Blaise scowled but nodded. Theo released his wrist and stalked over the Draco, grabbed him and hoisted him onto the couch. Draco grunted loudly, rubbed his jaw and turned to face Blaise who was standing over him looked pissed and ready to throw another punch.
Hermione was sitting in the sunlit Hospital Wing reading and heavy book. Madame Pomfrey had given her the all clear but asked her to stay till lunch for one final blood replenishing potion. Hermione flipped through the pages not truly reading the words. What she had heard the night before. Draco gut wrenching confession had rocked her to the very core. She had sobbed silently into her pillow till the early hours of morning. Her mind had been in a flurry trying to comprehend what had happened, what he had said. If it was all even true. Hermione was pulled from her thought when Madame Pomfrey shook her lightly, a smile on her face and a potion in her hand.
“Hey Madame Pomfrey,” Hermione said quietly.
“Last potion Miss Granger then you’re free to go,” Madame Pomfrey said with a smile. Hermione accepted the smoking potion from the smiling mediwitch Madame Pomfrey watched as Hermione brought the potion to her lips and swallowed. She handed back the vial and quietly left the Hospital Wing. She didn’t have any particular destination in mind, she just wandered through the corridors. Hermione clung to the book she had been flipping through earlier trying to remember what it was she had read just minutes before. Finally deciding on the cozy library she had up the towering flights of stairs towards her beloved sanctuary. Pushing open the heavy mahogany doors Hermione slipped inside the library. It was a bright sunny Saturday so the library was completely deserted; just the way Hermione liked it. She walked through the rows of shelves, dragging her hands adoringly over the spines of the books. Once she was deep in the restricted section, curled up in a window seat basking in the sunlight, book in hand, was she truly content. But that calm pleasant feeling quickly drifted away when she realized she didn’t have her wand. The one thing that gives a witch her power. The thing Hermione cherished. Missing. She dropped her book, which made a loud thud as it hit the floor but Hermione didn’t notice, she was too busy rushing back out of the library. She ran all the way to the hospital wing, which was a terrible decision for she had to stop and rest before going inside fearing she might collapse. Her head felt like it was filled with fluff, her brain pounded against her skull. Running was a very bad choice. After a minute though she pulled open the doors and went inside. Madame Pomfrey was bent over one of the tables removing potion bottles when Hermione tapped her on the shoulder. The sweet mediwitch jumped.
“Oh Hermione dear, what can I do for you?” She asked kindly.
“Do you happen to have my wand? I can’t seem to be able to find it,” Madame Pomfrey frowned and shook her head. Before she could say anything else Hermione was already hurrying away. She wracked her brain thinking about where it could be. Then she remembered. When Draco attacked her. She had dropped her wand when he shot that stunning spell at her. It must still be in the alcove. So away she went. As quickly as her head would let her, towards the alcove where it all began.
Third Year: Yule Eve
“Hermione?” Draco asked. Hermione looked up from her pile of homework. She smiled at him, he looked nervous. “Come with me? Just for a bit?” He asked. She nodded and stood up.
“What’s going on Draco?” Hermione asked. Draco shrugged.
“Nothing I just want to give you your Yule present,” Hermione blushed.
“You didn’t have to get me anything Draco,” Draco scoffed and shook his head.
“Of course I did Hermione,” Draco insisted. Hermione smiled, took his hand, and squeezed it gently. Draco felt himself blush deeply. He turned his head away to hide his crimson cheeks.
“Where are you taking me?” Hermione asked with a giggle. Her tinkling laugh brought Draco back to reality.
“Just to the alcove. So we aren’t disturbed,” at his words Hermione blushed. They walked the rest of the way in silence. When they got to the tapestry that hide their secret alcove from prying eyes Draco pushed it aside and lead her inside. Hermione rubbed her arm nervously while Draco shuffled his feet in anticipation. His hands were in his pockets, one of them wrapped around a small black box. Draco cleared his throat loudly before pulling the box out of his pocket.
“Happy Yule,” he said before handing her the box. Hermione gingerly took it cradling it in her palm as if it might explode if she held it to tight. She tugged up on the little gold latch and the box sprung open. She didn’t even try and smother her gasp. A gorgeous ice blue, diamond encrusted bracelet sat nestled in a bed of velvet inside the box. She dragged the fingers of her free hand over the cold bracelet before lifting for the box and holding out to Draco, who was looking at his feet and blushing.
“Will you put it on me?” She asked him. Draco looked up and nodded before taking it from her hand and clasping it around her petite wrist.
“Do you like it?” Draco whispered, his voice was so quiet Hermione almost didn’t hear him.
“I love it,” She said before pulling him into a tight hug. Draco stood stiff for a moment before melting into the hugged and clinging to the bushy haired girl.
Hermione brushed her hand along the tapestry, reliving the memories of her time here with Draco. She pulled the tapestry back but froze when she saw that there was already someone inside.
“Hermione,” said a voice in a hoarse whisper. Draco Malfoy was sitting in the corner of the alcove, his knees brought tightly to his chest, his face stained with tears. All she could do was stare. In all her life Hermione had never seen him look so vulnerable. She only stood still for a moment before reality came flooding back to her. She turned to go but Draco called out to her.
“Please don’t go, I have to apologize,” Hermione turned to face him again, to find him standing.
“You don’t have to. I heard what you said with Theo last night,” Draco paled and swallowed hard.
“You heard that?” he asked. Hermione nodded, watching him drag his hands over his face and moan softly. “God Hermione, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. You could’ve died. I don’t know what I would have done if you’d died.” He said through a strangled sob. “Please forgive me. Hermione couldn’t say anything. Her brain had gone blank.
“Can I have it back?” Draco looked up, and confused look on his face. “The bracelet, can I have it back?” She asked softly.
“You want it back?” He asked her. Hermione nodded again before scanning the room slowly. There was her wand, lying in the corner opposite Draco. She walked over and picked it up, she felt the warmth flow through her fingers as she reconnected with her wand.
“Hermione,” Draco said, Hermione jumped slightly, she had forgotten he was there. She turned to face him. He held her bracelet in his hand. She walked over to him and held out her wrist.
“Will you put it on me?” She asked, just as she had all those years ago when he first gave it to her. Draco slide it over her wrist and clasped it. She gave him a small smile.
“I’m still mad at you, you know,” she said quietly, Draco nodded as if he understood before letting go of her wrist and watching her disappear behind the tapestry.