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Title: I Never Knew
Author: dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T-ish.
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: (#71) Scars
Summary: He should have noticed those scars sooner.
Warnings: mentions of the following: abuse! non-con! tiny bits of blood! =P
Notes: Draco/Hermione! I'm back on my prompt roll...hoorah!
With a smile, you watch him envelope you into a hug. He breathes. You fidget and sigh. "I haven't seen you in so long, I've missed you much." You smile, but pull away. A gentle frown adorns your face but he cannot read it - he cannot tell what is wrong. He places his hands on your shoulders and forces you to look him square in the eye. You look down. "What's wrong? It's not Malfoy, is it?" You cringe and pull from his grip, turning wildly, confusedly, lostly. He watches you in your stumbling quest, waiting. "Are you going to answer me?"
"No!" You tell him defiantly, but you know it's all about Draco. "Everything is perfectly fine." You whisper, turning and gazing out of the window, although everything was crumbling beneath your relationship. He walks over, instantaneously reading your mind. You hate when he does that and you hate that he knows you that well. You keep your eyes on the window, ignoring your view of him looking on with concern in your peripheral vision. You cross your arms as he begans to speak. "What is he doing to you?" He askes in a wisp of a voice. You turn sharply and fix him with a hard look, which then bubbles with tears and explodes with moisture. He pulls you into his arms again, rubbing your back consolingly, telling you it will be okay, assuring you that he will never do anything to hurt her as long as he was around.
You remember that now because now you need him to protect you. And he is now dead.
Killed. By the one he swore he would protect you from. Your own fiance. You sigh in rememberance as you look into his eyes, the eyes that had gazed upon your protector's own eyes as the lights dimmed from them. All at once, your scars tingle. The small ones from being pushed down onto the metal springs of a bed, of being fucked against the floor. Even the large ones from his favourite carving knife and the Sectumsempra curse.
He stretches his hand forward, tracing a fresh scar across your cheek - the one when he had too much mouth from you and broke your flesh against the mirror. "Malfoy." You utter quietly and to this he says, "Draco, for soon you may be referring to yourself." He takes one of your springy curls in between his fingers and pulls it, watching it bounce. "Why didn't you tell Potter? He had no clue." He laughs with a hollow voice, chilling you. "Always the saviour of the unknown."
You curse in your head. You throw a temper tantrum there too, but you don't dare do it in front of him. There were so many chances you remember where Harry could have known about the abuse. The many times you almost told him and the many times he never noticed you were hurt on the inside. The scar running across your leg, the one rarity when you wore capris. The scar around your collarbone. The one on your forehead. He should have noticed those scars sooner. You could have been safe. "He never had a right to know."
You recite in a monotone voice. He had been doing this ever since he had killed Harry. It was pretty much your equivalent to breathing air. He nods at you and you forge a smile, taking his hand. They pronounce you married. He spins your around and dips you, causing a roar from the crowd. But you don't let him kiss you. You turn your head and he kisses your cheek. No one notices but him.
You run back to your room. Or his room that he let you borrow. You tear off the silken dress - the beautiful one that took you six months to find in fake enthusiasm, the one you went shopping with Pansy Parkinson to find because Ginny Weasley was dead and she was the only one you had wished to shop with - ever. You sit their on your bed, wiping your darkened makeup across your dress. In the end, you toss it into the courtyard. For the rest of the night, you turn all the locks and use several charms. All you want to do is open up your old scars so you know where your pain has come from and where it has brought you now.
Author: dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T-ish.
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: (#71) Scars
Summary: He should have noticed those scars sooner.
Warnings: mentions of the following: abuse! non-con! tiny bits of blood! =P
Notes: Draco/Hermione! I'm back on my prompt roll...hoorah!
With a smile, you watch him envelope you into a hug. He breathes. You fidget and sigh. "I haven't seen you in so long, I've missed you much." You smile, but pull away. A gentle frown adorns your face but he cannot read it - he cannot tell what is wrong. He places his hands on your shoulders and forces you to look him square in the eye. You look down. "What's wrong? It's not Malfoy, is it?" You cringe and pull from his grip, turning wildly, confusedly, lostly. He watches you in your stumbling quest, waiting. "Are you going to answer me?"
"No!" You tell him defiantly, but you know it's all about Draco. "Everything is perfectly fine." You whisper, turning and gazing out of the window, although everything was crumbling beneath your relationship. He walks over, instantaneously reading your mind. You hate when he does that and you hate that he knows you that well. You keep your eyes on the window, ignoring your view of him looking on with concern in your peripheral vision. You cross your arms as he begans to speak. "What is he doing to you?" He askes in a wisp of a voice. You turn sharply and fix him with a hard look, which then bubbles with tears and explodes with moisture. He pulls you into his arms again, rubbing your back consolingly, telling you it will be okay, assuring you that he will never do anything to hurt her as long as he was around.
You remember that now because now you need him to protect you. And he is now dead.
Killed. By the one he swore he would protect you from. Your own fiance. You sigh in rememberance as you look into his eyes, the eyes that had gazed upon your protector's own eyes as the lights dimmed from them. All at once, your scars tingle. The small ones from being pushed down onto the metal springs of a bed, of being fucked against the floor. Even the large ones from his favourite carving knife and the Sectumsempra curse.
He stretches his hand forward, tracing a fresh scar across your cheek - the one when he had too much mouth from you and broke your flesh against the mirror. "Malfoy." You utter quietly and to this he says, "Draco, for soon you may be referring to yourself." He takes one of your springy curls in between his fingers and pulls it, watching it bounce. "Why didn't you tell Potter? He had no clue." He laughs with a hollow voice, chilling you. "Always the saviour of the unknown."
You curse in your head. You throw a temper tantrum there too, but you don't dare do it in front of him. There were so many chances you remember where Harry could have known about the abuse. The many times you almost told him and the many times he never noticed you were hurt on the inside. The scar running across your leg, the one rarity when you wore capris. The scar around your collarbone. The one on your forehead. He should have noticed those scars sooner. You could have been safe. "He never had a right to know."
You recite in a monotone voice. He had been doing this ever since he had killed Harry. It was pretty much your equivalent to breathing air. He nods at you and you forge a smile, taking his hand. They pronounce you married. He spins your around and dips you, causing a roar from the crowd. But you don't let him kiss you. You turn your head and he kisses your cheek. No one notices but him.
You run back to your room. Or his room that he let you borrow. You tear off the silken dress - the beautiful one that took you six months to find in fake enthusiasm, the one you went shopping with Pansy Parkinson to find because Ginny Weasley was dead and she was the only one you had wished to shop with - ever. You sit their on your bed, wiping your darkened makeup across your dress. In the end, you toss it into the courtyard. For the rest of the night, you turn all the locks and use several charms. All you want to do is open up your old scars so you know where your pain has come from and where it has brought you now.