|Through Their Eyes
Author: SouthernBelle.Love PM
Due to a complex spell, Hermione and Draco are forced into a world they never thought they'd be in - each other's. Forced to live in each other's shoes for a week, the two learn things are not as they seem. Secrets will be revealed ; SLASH HG/RW DM/?Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Draco M. & Hermione G. - Chapters: 16 - Words: 41,050 - Reviews: 71 - Favs: 48 - Follows: 40 - Updated: 06-04-12 - Published: 03-12-12 - Status: Complete - id: 7920198
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Ugh. It's late. I shouldn't be starting this, but I really want to write.
We had all continued to have our little morning meetings – Draco, Hermione, Blaise, Daphne, and I – though there wasn't much else to discuss. The spell should wear off in less than a week. Four days if Hermione's calculations are right.
But, nonetheless, we all enjoyed conversing with one another, so we continued to do so.
Everything was the same as usual – pointless banter and gossip – except for one tiny thing that made me nervous: Draco was very quiet.
This is not normal under any circumstances. Especially the past few days had gone the way they had.
Draco, after finally standing up for himself, had shown Hermione and I the true Draco Malfoy: loud, hyper, hilarious, and, most importantly, very strong.
But that wasn't showing right now.
"Dray?" Blaise suddenly cut in. "You feeling okay?
Draco looked at his friend for a moment before shaking his head. "No. I'm not. My… my f-father, he…"
"Oh, Dray." Daphne laid a small hand on his, but only for a second before he ripped away from her.
"Oh, Dray? You say that like… like you knew." His voice was quiet. "Did you know?"
Blaise and Daphne exchanged glanced.
"Oh, Salazar. You knew. You bloody fucking KNEW!"
"Draco, please." Daphne begged. "You were slipping into that place again and you were facing so much! We didn't want to put that on you too."
"You couldn't just mention is passing? 'Oh, hey, Draco. By the way, your dad's dead.'"
My heart dropped, Hermione and I shared a look of pure shock.
Draco's eyes filled with tears. "Or, 'Oh, don't spend too much in Hogsmeade this weekend. The Ministry is emptying your account.' Or maybe even, "Don't make plans to go home for Christmas, Draco. It's been burned to the ground with EVERYTHING ELSE YOU CARE ABOUT!'"
"Draco, please. You have every right to be angry. But please, calm down. People are staring."
"I don't care." A harsh sob left Draco's throat as tears began to poor. "You knew. You knew and you didn't tell me. I had to find out from The Daily Prophet. I…"
He looked at his friends and suddenly stood, turning to leave.
"Draco, please." Daphne stood. "You have to understand. You were in a fragile state. We couldn't-,"
He rounded on her. "I am not a child, Daphne. I am not made of fucking glass." Then he continued on his way out the door.
Draco refused to come out of the girls' dorm as well as refusing to let anyone else in. And I couldn't say I didn't understand why.
He didn't exaggerate the article.
Lucius Malfoy had been stabbed by a fellow inmate. He had bled to death. From the sound of it, no one in the prison even tried to help him.
The Malfoy vault in Gringott's had been emptied, the money distributed to veterans of the war as a sort of reward for their service. Another family already occupied it.
Malfoy Manor had been "accidently" burned to the ground, along with everything inside. Pictures, portraits, heirlooms, memories – gone.
The portrait of the Fat Lady slid open to reveal a small cluster of Slytherins, Hermione included.
I watched as Neville, who was sitting on the couch next to me, looked at Hermione, excitement in his eyes as he rose to his feet. "Hi, Draco."
He didn't know of Draco's father yet.
"Hi." She said shortly, obviously irritated. "I need to speak to Granger. Now."
"She won't come out." A very distressed Ron sighed next to me. I didn't miss as Neville sat back down, looking slightly rejected and hurt.
"Well, I'll make her come out if I ha-," She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes going blank.
The people around me looked at her, worried.
"Draco!" A now panicked Parkinson screeched at the blonde.
Ginny, closest to the group, stood, gently laying a hand on her arm. "Is he alright?"
Hermione's eyes, still clouded, immediately went to the girl's hand on her arm.
She pushed Ginny away roughly. "Don't touch me, blood traitor!" She suddenly screeched at her. "Bloody waste of space!"
"Don't touch me, blood traitor! Bloody wasted of space!"
I knew that voice. It was my own. Followed by the sharp sound of a slap.
Quickly poking my head into the common room, I saw as everyone stared at Hermione – at me – in shock.
"Filthy, disgusting, vile creature! How dare you touch me? The people like you ought to be slaughtered!"
My eyes looked clouded, blank. Then suddenly they became clear, vivid.
She looked scared.
She had warned me about the memories she had been witnessing. I'm guessing just then had been one of those times.
It had to have been a memory of my grandmother. She had said those very words aloud in normal conversation.
Almost all at once, Harry grabbed his ginger girlfriend and pulled her away from her, Weasley jumped to his feet, livid, and Neville, one of the closest to Hermione, jumped up and shoved her away roughly. My body, so much smaller than I thought it was, lost its balance and hit the floor hard, landing flat on my ass.
I felt my heart drop into my stomach.
But… Neville was…
Hermione looked scared, confused. "N-Neville?" My voice came out as a whisper.
"Do you think I'm going to defend you after what you just did?" He screeched at me. "Do you think I'm going to take up for you?" His eyes were cold, calculating, angry. They reminded me of Graham's. "I can't believe that you just did that! All the shit you came up with about not caring about blood status and all that shit the night we talked… it was all just bullshit! I should've figured. You've been nothing but an asshole since we've known you so why would that change now?"
Tears were stinging the backs of my eyes. My stomach lurched.
"Maybe people are right talking about you. Maybe you are just a lying, attention whore. That's what you've always been. I don't know why I thought you were different.
"Forget going to the ball with me. Forget anything to do with me.
"You should go with Montague. You two seem perfect for each other."
I could all but hear my heart shatter.
"I-I," There were tears dripping down Hermione's face as well from Neville's words, trying to climb back to her feet. "I don't understand. I don't know what happened. I- I don't-," She was cut off as Neville pushed her away again.
"Stay away from her." He spat, eyes narrowed.
Potter was too busy checking on his girlfriend to notice what was going on. Both Daphne and Blaise seemed shocked by her actions.
My heart was torn to pieces, my stomach rolling, my head hurt, the room began to swim. I was suddenly very cold.
The Gryffindors crowded around the female Weasley, checking on her. Hermione, looking hurt and terrified, turned and all but ran out of the room, followed only by Blaise and Potter, giving the quick excuse of, "Going to see what the hell was going through his head," when I know he just wanted to check on Hermione. The others – the Slytherins – still looked frozen, shocked by my actions.
I couldn't do anything but sit where I was, put my face in my hands, and sob as silently as I possibly could.
Everyday, Graham became more and more obsessed with Draco, coming up with plots to get him back.
I have to admit though, I wanted a piece of the blonde, too. I wanted to hold him down and fuck the living day lights out of him. I wanted him to scream and beg. I wanted to put him in his place.
And Graham was furious. When Draco was back to his normal slut self… oh, Merlin did he have a world of hurt coming to him.
"Little bitch thinks that he can talk to me that way now?" Graham laughed. "Well he doesn't exactly have daddy or his money to hide behind anymore, now does he?"
The portrait slid open and Draco ran through the common room followed closely by Zabini and Potter. Draco – or Granger, whatever – seemed to be in tears.
"Question." I started.
"Would you rather fuck Granger's body with Draco's mind or Draco's body with Granger's mind?"
Graham laughed. "I'd rather do the damage to Draco's mind. Little whore's got it coming to him."
"Then why don't you? He doesn't really have a defense system anymore. He-,"
I trialed off.
I grinned. "We have a visitor."
"Hermione, what was all that about?" I demanded once we reached the door.
"I've been re-experiencing his memories." She snapped at me. "Small things. There was an older woman screaming thing, then I came back to and Neville was screaming at me. I don't understand what happened."
"You were screaming at Ginny, calling her terrible names." Potter supplied. "You slapped her. Twice."
Hermione went pale. "I… I didn't mean-," She cut off, looking through the open door into the common room. "What is Draco doing in here?"
I looked through the door and sure enough saw Draco standing there, eyes bloodshot, faced stained with tears. He looked tired, rough.
I moved closer to the door, trying to figure out exactly what he was doing.
The brunette head bobbed. "Yeah."
"I thought I had to stay away from you."
Draco didn't say anything.
"Not so tough now that dear old daddy's dead? Where are you going to get those lawyers to help you out now?
Her head stayed down.
Montague smirked. "Get the fuck out." He spat. "Bet you're fucking sorry for what you said."
That seemed to take both the boys by surprise as well as myself.
Draco let out a soft sob. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was just… angry and scared about something else and I took it out on you. I'm so sorry. You know I don't feel that way about you."
Montague smirked, pushing Hermione's hair out of his face. "Yeah, babe, I do know." Montague inspected her face. "Gods, I wish you were you right now. I want to kiss you so bad."
Despite his words, he did anyway, pulling Granger's body closer to him, his tongue almost immediately plunging its way past Draco's lips. Draco didn't fight him off or pull away.
He kissed him back.
Pulling away with a sudden harshness, Montague said, "Now, I will take you back on one condition."
"The second you're you again, you don't fucking question me. You realize that you are mine and you do what I say. And that does include bending over whenever I fucking tell you to. And you never speak to Longbottom again."
I wanted to scream, to throw things, to rip the room to pieces.
"Do you agree to my terms or am I gonna have to dump you on your perfect little ass?"
Draco's eyes were filled with tears. "I agree. I promise."
Happy one followed by a sad one.
Now I'm dead, so I'm going to sleep.
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