Painless

A/N: I know some of this is confusing, but it is supposed to be, till it falls into place. This story won't really have any smut in it, unfortunately, because I love smut. But still, this is pretty all over the place, because it is going by Draco's memories.

I sadly own none of this, it all belongs to J.K. Rowling. I am just having some fun with it!

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How He Got There


Draco sat back in his chair, the hard surface from comfortable, any other time, making the Slytherin Prince more than likely complain.

At this time unable to think of nothing else except for the day leading up to where he now was.
Sitting in the infirmary with Harry Potter and a restrained Ron Weasley, being held fast by his younger sister.

Ron had ceased in trying to beat, hex, and at one time even though to kill Draco Malfoy.
In the face of awaiting some word of Hermione's well being.

The four young teens, one on one side pained to end, and three others hating him, and all the more pitying him.
Any other human being, they would have felt for their pain.

But this was Draco Malfoy.

They would not be worrying about Hermione in the first place, if he hadn't hurt and betrayed her.
Harry inwardly scoffed, staring at Malfoy, with a look cross of pity, and hatred.
'Who ever heard of dying from a broken heart? This was not some damn romance novel. This was not some Renaissance love battle.'

And yet it was possible.

As they sat there the two siblings thinking the same as their friend next to them.
It was possible, because, Hermione had not still woken up.

It was nothing magical and was nothing medical.

You can not force someone to live if they fill there is nothing else.
You can not force someone without will to become strong.

Nothing had worked.

Not even when Draco had raced in that afternoon, demanding to see her.

She did not wake.


They were cast from the room, sent to the waiting area, after a fight broke from Ron's overly annoying temper, declared Ginny, in the face of rejection from her dying friend. Ginny had sat with Hermione for two days, begging and crying for to wake up.
Upon seeing the rushed disheveled form of Draco Malfoy storm into the room, her first thoughts were to harm him, as Hermione now lay, dying.


Then thought better of it.
Knowing, what good that would not do, she sat calmly by Hermione's bedside and waited for her imbecilic brother to over react, and was not surprised when it ended in Draco being thrown from the room by magical force and Ron restrained away from him.


And here they sit, where Madame Pomfrey had ordered them to.

She glanced at the more than usual, pale Slytherin, feeling sorrow for him.
Not because she liked him, but because Hermione loved him, and now, for him and now even for Hermione, it might be too late.

Draco making a lazy and exhausted sweep if the room, landed on two pairs of eyes, judging and pitying him. The other person of that trio, staring with nothing but naked venom, his blue eyes spitting hateful fire, and face redder than his hair.

Draco couldn't stand their eyes, not just them, but the others... everyone judging him, now that everyone knew, he was the reason.

He wanted to flee, run and forget that he had ever felt this pain.

Then remembered.

That is all he has done, was remember.


He remembered how he got to be in this position.
Remembered the desperate words of his mother.


Though surprised, she was sitting in his common room, which he had been avoiding, the obvious reason, was to stay away from the temptation to grovel at Hermione's feet.


He was even more surprised that she was there at the prompting of Dumbledore.
She came when she found out of Hermione's sickness, Dumbledore himself not knowing what had caused it, truly.


When he told her of why he had done it, was even more surprised as to the reaction brought forth from her at his confession.


She blinked, "You did what?"

"Mother, I was just so afraid of what..."

"No Draco, backtrack."

"Listen, I..."

Narcissa held up her hand to to stead the flow from her son.
"You father is in prison now, Draco. He has no claim over you anymore. That SHOULD not have been your reasoning."

"But it was." he replied firmly frowning at her.

Her face took on a wistful look.
"At first... I thought... 'My son, with a muggleborn', then I saw your face, how much you had changed..."
She faltered at his crestfallen expression.

"That girl..." Narcissa sighed wearily, "She is going to die, from your deceit."

Draco choked back a cry. Knowing for days of what people were saying.

"And she has no idea that it was all a lie."

Draco's expression turned quickly.

Narciss could see it shifting to a look of indifference to hide his pain.

She rushed in short strides, pulling his face between both hands. She spoke in hurried and hushed tones.
Sounding almost desperate to Draco.

"She is laying in that hospital bed Draco."

When Draco made to wrench free of her grasp, Narcissa held fast, pressing fierce fingertips onto his thick skull.

"Listen to me. I will not say this again and don't ask questions. Do NOT make the same mistake I did. Take what you want."

Draco's face scrunched up in immense concernment.

"Your father has nothing over you anymore, don't let her go, Draco, fix this. And make her come back to you!"

Narcissa searched his eyes before slowly removing all contact except to let her hands linger, hovering over near the sides of her only child's handsome face.

Draco stared slack jawed in awe at his mother.

She nodded and made a motion towards the door.

Draco's gaze shifted around the room, then back to his mother before moving away from her and making out of the common room to the infirmary.

And that is where he sat, waiting.

Draco never saw his mother abandon her poise and slouch back into the common room sofa.

Draco saw never his mother, someone he thought of as irremovable, cry tears she had not ever cried in front of him. Tears that she had not cried since her wedding night.

Never saw her shake her head, remembering the pain of her lesson learned that 'Malfoy's dont cry'.

Draco wasn't there to see her gaze numbly into the fire, but cry for her own loss at love.

And Draco was not there, to hear his mother declare that that was not going to ever happen to her son. Never.

(tbc)
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A/N: Okay, I hope you liked it, Thank you so far for the great reviews. That is so awesome! That is what helps, encouragement, so keep it coming!