The Last Petal...

He grew up full of prejudice. Was taught he was superior. He knew nothing of other people's feelings, nor did he care. The very idea of love and light made him sneer. But what would you expect, from a beast?

For the Beauty and the Beast competition


7. Six

Draco stood at the sink with the water running. He was bewildered. Granger had touched his cut arm with her cut palm, but he couldn't tell whose blood was whose.

He smacked the countertop. Why couldn't he tell?! Her blood was supposed to be filthy! And yet, it looked exactly like his....

Could his father have been wrong? No. He was exactly right. She was lesser than him. She had to be.

He could feel the strain on his walls. The walls he had put up to prevent anything other than what he was taught to enter his head. The walls his father made him put up. His world was slowly crumbling around him as Granger's words played through his mind.

"Do you still not see that I am no different from you?!"

"I'm just like you!"

"Has Voldemort shown you nothing?!"

"Have you ever cared about anyone other than yourself?!"

Tears came before he could stop them. She was right. He had never truly cared about anyone other than himself. He shoulders shook as wave after wave of realization hit him.

He truly was a bad guy.


Hermione was still in shock by her and Malfoy's fight. How could she have lost control of herself like that? It had been all the usual insults. What had made her react like that?

Her stomach twisted with guilt, and something else....


In that moment she felt the weight of loss on her shoulders. Why did she care if she lost Malfoy? He had never done anything for her!

Than she heard something coming from his room. It sounded like crying. Than she heard a scream of anguish.

She ran up the stairs as fast as her legs would carry her.

The sobs came from the bathroom.

On the floor was Malfoy.

He held his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking, and his sobs echoing through the bathroom.

He looked so pitiful and didn't even seem to know she was there. Her instincts told her to enclose him in her arms and never let go.

Instead, she sunk to her knees and crawled towards him slowly. When she was about an inch from him, she extended her arm and rubbed his back in small circles.

He jumped and rubbed his eyes viciously, trying to rid them from any evidence of tears by the looks of it.

"I'm sorry,"

He said it so quietly she wouldn't have believed it came out of his mouth if she hadn't seen his lips move.

"I am too," she replied

He broke down again, and this time she held him to her chest. His tears fell on the shoulder of her robes. She hated to see him like this. But instead of saying anything, she stroked his hair soothingly as he cried.

He really wasn't that bad. He was more like a puppy that had been trained wrong. Draco Malfoy wasn't a bad guy, he was the boy who had no choice.

After his sobs had calmed, they just lay there. Taking in the moment. When she looked at his face, his eyes were closed and his breaths were steady. He was asleep.

Hermione wiped away the remains of his tears.

"I love you," she whispered

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