Dedicated to: Slytherclaw101, whose Dramione fever is more contagious then flu.

Hermione ducked the smashing club and ran to the nearest hiding spot, unfortunately, it was occupied. "Just great," she thought, "Draco."

She had been furious when the minister had assigned him to be her partner on this investigation, but she had kept quiet because she already a bad record of fighting with her co-workers at this rate she could not become the minister.

"Whatever is following us is being controlled," Draco said, his breaths speeding up.

"Umm, hmm," she mumbled, stopping the urge to roll her eyes.

Draco took in a sharp breath. "Could you please tell me what you have against me? Because all these hmms and umms are killing me."

She stayed silent, but she could feel his stares on her. She did not know how long she could stop the swelling in her stomach before it would burst….

"Oh, nothing aside from your attempts to get me, Ron and Harry killed. Did I mention you being a Deatheater? " she replied, sweetly.

"I never tried to kill you, and you know why I become a Deatheater, Granger," He sounded annoyed.

"No, I do NOT know," she finally rolled her eyes.

"Look, stop talking to me like I am scum," his anger astonished her, she had never seen him like that.

"And for your information, HE THREATENED TO KILL MY PARENTS!" he shouted…..so unusual.

"Oh…" she was left dumbfounded. She had never thought of him as a normal person…. No, he was only Draco to her…..never had she imagined him as a son.

"And you just live your perfect life…." He seemed to stop, then regret filled his face.

"What?" she was curious.

"Nothing," he avoided her eyes.

"You do not leave a sentence in the middle, not in front of me!" she replied sternly, shaking his hand then she realized and blushed, taking her arm away from his. He followed it then turned his head around.

"Not the time, Granger," he replied, softly this time.

"Pft…Do you really think there would be any other time?" she huffed.

"Okay, you wanna know? Then listen. How many times have you longed for your father to notice you instead of some enemy of his boss? How many times have you longed for friends, REAL friends? How many times have you loathed someone poorer than you just because he has more than you? How many times have you had the urge to live a normal life? How many times have you been forced to do something you do not want?" he was spitting now, his voice rising with every syllable.

She was getting a shock at his every sentence. She had never thought of him this way. She never knew what he had suffered. She never knew that he had been wearing a mask all this time. She looked at him tears were streaming from his eyes…..she could not hold it any longer she scooped him up into a hug. She could feel the shock pulsing through his veins but he seemed to calm down.

He closed his arms around her, returning the hug fully. He was still trembling.

"It's okay… it's okay," she whispered. A moment or few had passed with him in her arms. Then he broke the hug. He had a hint of a smile on his face.

"You know Hermione, I fell for you more than once," His smile grew.

Then before she could reply the club smashed on their hiding spot, not a moment too soon for them to escape. She realized she would never see him as she did before...

That time had passed.

Authors Note: All the above characters are a property of J.K Rowling. you for reading this piece of fanfic. It is my first time writing a Dramoine story so it might not be good. Any review is appreciated. I hope you enjoy:)