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Confessions by RiddleMeThis

Format: Short story
Chapters: 6
Word Count: 12,054
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language

Genres: Drama, Action/Adventure, Angst
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Draco, Ginny
Pairings: Draco/Hermione

First Published: 04/01/2005
Last Chapter: 07/15/2005
Last Updated: 02/23/2006

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 Hermione's year is filled with compassion, love, mystery, and danger. Little did Hermione know how dangerous this year would be: for her heart, and her life. *ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE*

Chapter 4: Secrets and Confessions

Chapter 4- Secrets and Confessions

Author’s Note: Welcome back! So sorry for the long delay in updating! Last week was just very hectic…I had a project due and I had practice…but anyway I’m here now! Not much new here. So I’ll just get on with it. Read and review please! Also if you have the chance PLEASE review and tell me who you think the murderer/attacker is! I’m just curious to what my reader’s think! Only my sister, me and a certain someone knows who it is! Hehe Hint hint, it’s not Draco!

Best Wishes!

Disclaimer: Do you like something in this story? If so, that’s because it probably isn’t mine…

Secrets and Confessions


He stepped into the common room and made his way to his room. He stepped in front of his door and said, “Miserum Amarit.”

Now that’s more like it, Draco thought. Wretched Love.

Draco went into his room and lay down on his green and silver bed. He thought, This is going to be a hell of a long year.

Out of no where he sang one of his favorite songs.

“I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known….”

He finished the song in confusion. He could have sworn he heard an echo.
Draco Malfoy sat up on his bed and walked to his door and opened it. When he looked out he saw the door to the Head Girl’s room close with a snap.

That’s strange. Why would the Head Girl be at Hogwarts already?

He walked back into his room and thought, What a stupid question. I’m here, aren’t I?

Draco walked over to his full length mirror and looked himself over.

He had grown up for sure. Getting annoyed with the copious amounts of gel every morning, Draco threw away the bottle and allowed his hair to fall down over his eyes.

His eyes were of a light blue, almost a soft grey. His eyes were full of emotion, bearing his heart and soul.

Draco was fit, yes, but he didn’t have body-builder muscles. The muscles could be seen with a perceptive eye, and to the touch you would know that you’d be very safe in his arms.

But underneath the robes, was pain; internal and external. A long scar etched from the bottom of his chest, all the way down to his right hip.

Draco ran his hand along the newly acquired scar, and winced in pain because it was still tender.

Thinking back to four days ago, Draco replayed the fight in his mind.

”You will do as I tell you boy and you will be happy about it!” Lucius yelled at his terrified son.

“I won’t and I will never become one of the Dark Lord’s followers!” Draco yelled to his father out of his hiding place.

Malfoy Sr. yelled menacingly, “You are a disgrace to the Malfoy name! How dare you refuse to become a Death Eater!”

“Sorry but I don’t fancy having a skull burned into my arm.” Draco immediately wished he hadn’t made the sarcastic remark; his father threw the Cruciatus Curse at him but hit the desk at which he was hiding behind. Papers fluttered down in front of his face as the desk burst into flames. "Dead" and "witch" were words that seemed to pop out at Draco from a paper that was swaying to the ground. The signature Tom R. Ruvikk was viewable to Draco before the business-like letter was enveloped in flames.

This forced Draco out from behind the desk, thus, leaving him exposed.

Draco fell to the ground as his father shot a curse at him. He yelled in pain and touched his stomach. When he looked at his hands he saw they were covered in blood.

Lucius laughed insanely and stated, “If you ever disobey me again, instead of that nice gash it will be a little more permanent next time. And I promise you, you will never be able to forget that curse. It will always be on your mind.”

Draco grimaced and was able to choke out, “Go to hell.”

With that Draco tried to do the only thing he could think of to get away from his father. He tried to Apparate. Even though he knew if got caught he could be in a lot of trouble but this was under severe circumstances. This was either life or death.

Draco could not figure where to go. He was now considered a traitor with his family. Where would he be safe? Knowing where he would be accepted despite how horrible he was in the past, he thought of one place.

In a quick “pop” Draco disappeared from the room and appeared in none other than the Headmaster’s office at Hogwarts.

Draco shook with anger; he couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t want to be a follower of Voldemort. He was his own person.

He reached out and punched the mirror. It smashed into various size pieces and fell to the floor with a loud crash.

He looked at his hand and saw that there were several pieces of glass sticking out at odd angles. Blood began to trickle down his wrist.

Draco looked up when he heard a soft gasp.

Hermione awoke with a start when she heard a loud smashing sound. She quickly jumped out of her bed and went to investigate what disturbed her from her dreamless sleep.

Hermione quietly opened her door and looked around. There was no sign of a disturbance but she could have sworn she heard something moving.

Figuring that the Head Boy’s room was a good guess, Hermione approached the door.

As she arrived at the door though, the site that she saw made her gasp. The one and only Draco Malfoy, was standing before her, with glass shattered around his feet, and shiny pieces of glass protruding from his hand. Hermione's eyes widened when she saw Drops of blood dropping onto the broken glass on the floor.

Hermione was dumbstruck. She stood there in complete bewilderment. Then everything clicked into place. Green and silver- Slytherin. D.M.- Draco Malfoy.

Hermione’s eyes widened as realization hit her. The Head Boy is Draco Malfoy.

Draco looked like he was too, trying to comprehend the situation at hand. Though, he did seem to grasp what was going on quicker.

Hermione Granger. I should have known.

Hermione stuttered, “M-Malfoy, are you really H-Head Boy?”

“No shit Granger. Why else would I be in the Head Boy’s room?”

Hermione scowled in reply. “What did you do to your hand?” she asked, looking from the glass on the floor to his hand.

“I smashed my mirror.” Draco said truthfully.

Hermione raised her eyebrows in reply.

“Okay Malfoy, whatever you say.” She said as she left his room and closed the door.

She stopped halfway to her door and thought, What the hell is he doing here?

Hermione immediately turned herself around and opened his door.

She saw Draco sitting on his bed wrapping his hand up in bandages. He looked up when she opened the door.

“What do you want?” Draco said clearly irritated.

She brushed away his question and said, “Why are you here already?”

“I would like to ask you the same thing.” Draco asked inquiringly.

“I asked you first.” She knew she sounded childish but she was still very curious.

“Well, Granger that is none of your business, now is it?” Draco cocked his head to one side.

She threw her hands up in aggravation and started for the door.

Before she left his room Draco managed to ask, “Why are you here?”

“Like you, that is my business, not yours.” Hermione looked at Draco with no smile on her face and a gleam of sadness in her eyes.

Draco instantly became interested in what made the Gryffindor know-it-all so obviously miserable.

Hermione slammed the door shut and left Draco in his room by himself.

Draco pulled out his wand, muttered " Reparo" and the broken glass flew up and the mirror was once again in one piece. He walked out of his room figuring that it would be smart to go for a walk and sort out his thoughts.

As he opened the gargoyle to go into the main school, he heard a soft crying coming from the Head Girl’s room.

Well, looks like I’m not the only one who has a secret.