It was never a win win situation anymore for him. He didn't think it ever was.

Without another minute to loose, the front door opened and Draco Malfoy walked into the Manor!
''Sorry Jade, one of my employees needed me on a certain broom requirement, and I tried excusing myself from him, but he wouldn't stop talking.'' said Draco to Jade.
''It's okay Dad, I understand, stuff like that happens.''
''Draco where were you, Jade had been worried about you! Did you not tell her that you'd be here half an hour ago, and you expect that you can come home anytime you feel like that, leaving me to watch Jade.'' drawled Pansy, with a little bit of anger.

"My mother, a fashion designer, my father a business man of his own company. Now one would think that my life is perfect. But is it really? I mean all those smiles and laughs that are shown, what are they really? Well I'll tell you, their lies, all lies."
---She was their teacher, they couldn't believe it.

They resurfaced every night, but they weren't just nightmares they were her memories. She couldn't believe that it had to have it happen to her of all people. The thing was she never even found out who the hooded figure was.

Draco also noticed the change in Jade ever since she'd been going to those dance lessons. She's had a smile on her face when she came back to the Manor. Which he hadn't seen for a couple of years. Sure she loved going to school but he had never seen her this happy before...

"And why couldn't you love me?" Pansy asked with curiosity.
"I can't love someone who doesn't care about their own daughter. You don't care about her, and you don't love her, the only person you love is yourself. Your selfish Pansy. This not the life I chose to live, Jade is the only good thing out of this marriage yet you don't seem to get that. Your in your own world, too far behind to understand."

She had never asked him about it, or why he had it. He had told her he placed his scheduled Quidditch games on it. 'But why would he forget it then?' Hermione thought. She wasn't trying to be nosy or anything but Viktor hardly ever talked to her anymore and she wanted to know what was going on.

The perfect idea, and it didn't have to take long. A Dance Benefit, seemed to be the only way.

“Listen, in order for us to get along, don’t you think we should start calling each other by our first names, it’s the least you could do, you know!” Hermione said.
“Fine! Hermione, now can you tell me where we’re going?”
“No.”

“I’m sorry.” This was the first and last apology they’d ever hear from her.

She put the kettle on so she could have a nice cup of tea to drink to relax her nerves that’s when she noticed her pager buzzing on the countertop.

20 minutes, 56 seconds and she’d be walking down the aisle.

“Yes, quite frankly it happens to depend on the patient. Whether or not she wants to fight the dreams or let them keep coming through and into her mind.”
“So basically we’ll never know.”
“Yes, Mr. Potter, I’m sorry.” The healer went around the corner, and entered Hermione’s room.

“None of us are going to be able to get her to come back. Not I, nor Ron or even Zabini. Malfoy you’re our only hope. I know that if you convince her stay she’ll listen to you.”

“I’m home!” The familiar voice carried out throughout the flat, and the silence that was left was gone in an instant was filled with joyous laughter, and Hermione was still stuck in a dilema in which she had to make a decision about what she wanted for once and for all.

Draco glanced briefly at the pair; Hermione was too kind for her own good sometimes. He glanced around at the Burrow, he been here only once before briefly. He knew in the past he’d always made fun of this place, the poorest of the poor only could live here. But it didn’t matter; it was a loving family who wouldn’t have cared one bit if they had lost everything as long as they had each other.