You Don't Know

Chapter 10 - No Wrong No Right

The week came and went for the students of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Draco headed off to Binn's classroom. He intended to arrive there before Hermione. Like last week the halls had only a few stray students. Which worked in his advantage, as he had no desire to have anyone see him. He approached the room and found the door ajar. He cautiously opened the door and peered in. He found a shadowy figure by the window. Draco entered the room and closed the door behind him. The figure turned to face him, the light from outside just hitting his face.

"Father?" said Draco in a bare whisper.

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Hermione picked her books up off the table. She knew she had time to make it to Binn's classroom considering she was in the adjacent room. She began off to the conjoining door, but stopped short of it. She could have sworn she heard voices. She slowly and carefully opened the door slightly and looked in. She could see two people talking. She recognized them both as Draco and Lucius Malfoy.

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"What are you doing here?" asked Draco.

His father remained still. He had his hands behind his back and paced slowly over to where Draco stood.

"I have been told that you have been cavorting with a Mudblood," said his father.

"She is my tutor."

Lucius stepped in close to Draco and brought Draco's head close to his.

"Don't lie to me boy," he said clearly.

"I'm telling you the truth," said Draco braking free of his fathers grasp.

"It doesn't matter what it's for, I will have nothing of it!" demanded his father "You will stay away from this Mudblood!"

"She has a name," said Draco quietly.

"What?" asked his father looking Draco closely in the eye. Draco turned away not able to look him in the eye. He hated this man so much, with all his might. He couldn't stand to look into his cold and hollow eyes. He felt as though he would steal his soul and freeze his heart if he was to look into them.

"She has a name," repeated Draco. His father turned away in disgust.

"What has gotten into you? You will dishonor the Malfoy name for a girl?" yelled his father.

"She is just my tutor," whispered Draco, just load enough for his father it hear it.

"Then be done with it!"

"No," stuttered Draco.

"What!" yelled his father turning angrily toward Draco.

"I said no!" yelled Draco with all his valor.

His father clenched his fist and brought it up and across Draco's face. Draco's head snapped back under the force and he lost his footing. He stumbled back and fell down. He could feel a great pain form in his nose and cheek. He could feel a warm liquid roll down onto his lips, then taste the iron as it mixed with his saliva. The blood began to flow quicker and soon dripped of his chin staining his shirt. Draco's eyes began to water as he sat still on the floor. He could feel his hand forming a fist. 'Hit him!' he could hear his mind telling him, 'Hit Him! Do it!' The muscles in his jaw quivered as he fought back the tears. Draco's hand loosened and he collapsed in tears.

"Get up!" ordered his father. Draco remained still. His father leant down and grabbed Draco by his collar and lifted him up.

"I said get up!" said his father. Draco diverted his eyes. Lucius straightened Draco's collar and took his head in his hand. He lent in close.

"You know I only do this because I love you?"

Draco looked up at his father. 'Liar,' raged his mind.

"Once I've left I hope that you will do as I say and end this unwanted mess with the Mudblood."

Draco didn't want to answer but he forced a small nod.

"Good," said his father letting go.

Draco watched with an uncontrollable hatred as his father walked out of the room. He felt like screaming, anything to get rid of this rage he felt. He picked up a jar of Bertty botts every flavored beans off Binn's desk and threw it at the door.

"BARSTARD!" he yelled as the jar smashed against the door letting glass and the contents soar across the room. Draco's chest heaved as his breaths were deep and long, his heart raced as he collapsed on the floor. He buried his hands in his knees.

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Hermione let out a breath, which she had held for so long. She had watched in shock and horror. Knowledgeable that she shouldn't have seen what she had seen. She didn't know what to do, should she run and tell someone. She tried to back away and close the door when it creaked.

Draco looked up. Someone was watching. He jumped up and ran for the door pushing over chairs and tables that stood in his way. Hermione jumped back in panic as he headed in her direction. Draco threw the door open and watched as Hermione tried to leave. He lunged at her, knocking her to the ground, on the way down hitting her head. He stood over her watching as she got up. She looked across at him, blood forming in the cut on her forehead. His eyes were watery and red, his cheeks shimmering from the tears. Blood gushed from his nose and covered his chin and surrounding area. He grabbed a hold of her. Hermione struggled but his grip on her arms was too strong.

"You shouldn't have done that," he said as his eyes darkened.

"You shouldn't have been watching," said Draco tightening his grip on her arms.............