Why Can\'t You Love Me?
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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2,887
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2
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Currently Reading:
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Why Can't You Love Me?
TITLE: Why Can't You Love Me?
RATING: PG-13
WARNING: Angst, four swear words
WORD COUNT: 540
The arguments between them seemed to be constant, and they all had the same catalyst.
“You've got to love yourself if you can ever love me,” Hermione said emphatically.
“Just what the hell do you mean by that?” Draco asked aggressively.
“I mean, how do you expect me to know that you love me if you're constantly proving to me that you don't even love yourself?”
“What sort of deranged, mind healer rubbish is that?” He asked, exasperated at this never ending conversation. “Ooo, you've got to love yourself Draco,” he said sarcastically. “That's the exact same crap Healer Davies was spouting to me during our mandatory therapy sessions. Do you want to know what I told him? That he could shove his self love theory up his arse!” Draco yelled at her.
Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes when his words his her like a bludger aimed directly at her heart. “You get like this every time you receive a letter for him. Why is that Draco? What could your father possibly say to you from his prison cell that would cause you to withdraw from me every time that damn Azkaban owl shows up?”
Draco felt a knot of tension form in his throat as he struggled to speak. “Did you know that they allow the prisoners access to the Daily Prophet? He knows about us, our relationship. He reminds me with every stroke of the quill that I'm nothing but a disappointment, that I'm not worthy of the name Malfoy. He said I'm besmirching a centuries old legacy by, and I quote, 'sharing a filthy Mudblood's bed.' So tell me, how can I not hate myself when my own father clearly hates me enough for the both of us?”
“I had no idea Draco,” Hermione said softly, having difficulty finding the appropriate words to express her regret.
“Of course you didn't know. I wouldn't let you know. That was the reason for this nasty fight and every other argument we've had since we began seeing each other. I won't let you in.” Draco swallowed hard, as he worked up the nerve to say what he'd been dreading to say. “Don't you realize that I can't let you in? It's because of those fucking letters. The things that he writes some how manage to get inside my head. It's like that bastard is in my soul and if I allow you to see that part of me, he'll have finally found a way to destroy the most beautiful and precious thing that has ever happened to me. I can't Hermione. I just can't let him take away the one good thing I have in my life.” With those last words, Draco's voice broke and he turned away so Hermione wouldn't see his tears.
“It's okay Draco,” Hermione said soothingly. “I understand now. You wouldn't go through all this if you didn't care for me at all. You may not be able to say the words right now Draco, and that's alright. I can wait until you finally let him go. Then you'll be free, free to love me as I already know you do. I'll wait for you Draco. I'll wait as long as you need me to.”
RATING: PG-13
WARNING: Angst, four swear words
WORD COUNT: 540
The arguments between them seemed to be constant, and they all had the same catalyst.
“You've got to love yourself if you can ever love me,” Hermione said emphatically.
“Just what the hell do you mean by that?” Draco asked aggressively.
“I mean, how do you expect me to know that you love me if you're constantly proving to me that you don't even love yourself?”
“What sort of deranged, mind healer rubbish is that?” He asked, exasperated at this never ending conversation. “Ooo, you've got to love yourself Draco,” he said sarcastically. “That's the exact same crap Healer Davies was spouting to me during our mandatory therapy sessions. Do you want to know what I told him? That he could shove his self love theory up his arse!” Draco yelled at her.
Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes when his words his her like a bludger aimed directly at her heart. “You get like this every time you receive a letter for him. Why is that Draco? What could your father possibly say to you from his prison cell that would cause you to withdraw from me every time that damn Azkaban owl shows up?”
Draco felt a knot of tension form in his throat as he struggled to speak. “Did you know that they allow the prisoners access to the Daily Prophet? He knows about us, our relationship. He reminds me with every stroke of the quill that I'm nothing but a disappointment, that I'm not worthy of the name Malfoy. He said I'm besmirching a centuries old legacy by, and I quote, 'sharing a filthy Mudblood's bed.' So tell me, how can I not hate myself when my own father clearly hates me enough for the both of us?”
“I had no idea Draco,” Hermione said softly, having difficulty finding the appropriate words to express her regret.
“Of course you didn't know. I wouldn't let you know. That was the reason for this nasty fight and every other argument we've had since we began seeing each other. I won't let you in.” Draco swallowed hard, as he worked up the nerve to say what he'd been dreading to say. “Don't you realize that I can't let you in? It's because of those fucking letters. The things that he writes some how manage to get inside my head. It's like that bastard is in my soul and if I allow you to see that part of me, he'll have finally found a way to destroy the most beautiful and precious thing that has ever happened to me. I can't Hermione. I just can't let him take away the one good thing I have in my life.” With those last words, Draco's voice broke and he turned away so Hermione wouldn't see his tears.
“It's okay Draco,” Hermione said soothingly. “I understand now. You wouldn't go through all this if you didn't care for me at all. You may not be able to say the words right now Draco, and that's alright. I can wait until you finally let him go. Then you'll be free, free to love me as I already know you do. I'll wait for you Draco. I'll wait as long as you need me to.”