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Draco

Draco looked at her lovingly, but she would always know him as the bully, the one who was on the wrong side, why would the golden girl ever love someone who use to torment her, if only she knew the real story behind all his harbored hate for the Gryffindor princess.

The image came fluently into Draco's head, he was back in his first year and she immediately caught his eyes. She was cute in a weird way… but it was her eyes, it felt like she could see into the depths of his soul. He felt uncomfortable being around, but in a good way, like a getting butterfly's way. Draco never felt this way before about a girl, and yet she was the only girl in his year who didn't swoon at the sight of him and he didn't know whether he was angrily annoyed at this, or if he found it refreshing. This was before he knew she was muggle born, when he found out it was like a hole was left in his heart, he shouldn't feel this way about a Mudblood, he shouldn't. This is when it started; the only way to hide his feelings was by constantly insulting her…anything to be in her presence for longer trying to convince herself he didn't love her.

After the Wizarding war passed and he managed to come out of it narrowly escaping Azkaban, but so many lives were lost and he couldn't help but hold himself responsible for it, even his own father buckled under the pressure, ever since Voldemort he lost his sanity. His father just couldn't take it anymore so Draco's Mother was going to put him into an institution, but due to Lucius's pride he couldn't endear with the embarrassment, so when Draco woke up and went downstairs to find his father hung himself from the rafters he wasn't surprised. He felt free but this quickly turned to guilt when he saw his mother's heart shatter. Three years after no one knew of the death of Lucius or that his mother was heartbroken, all she would do was stare out the window into the garden where his father proposed to her. Draco ever since the experience of war and loss wasn't the same, he was now mature and tried to right his wrongs, however he still hid his true feelings. He now wasn't a spoiled self-absorbed boy; he had a steady job at the ministry and was the provider for himself and his mother.

It all led up to where he is now, sitting in the lunch room with Blaise Zabini staring over at the golden trio wishing that she may just see him for what he is now…..different. She hears her laugh, a laugh he wished he could make her do, but he couldn't get anywhere near her due to Potter and Weasley. They only tolerated Draco even though how much he has done after the war to make amends, he even helped catch up the last of the Deatheater's that need to be taken to Azkaban. After a while he managed to zone in to what Blaise was saying, Blaise unbeknownst to Draco not listening, continued ranting about his evidence to imprison a criminal.

Hermione

I was sitting with Harry and Ron discussing the work, per usual every lunch, sometimes I wonder what else we talk about these days. They're just having the usual fight about how to undertake their job to get the Snatchers, this caused me to laugh hysterically which led them bewildered and took them of subject to give me a confused look. This caused me to laugh more, eventually I gasped for air and said "if you boys are quite finished discussing about snatchers I would like a decent conversation, as I'm not an Auror so I have no idea what you're talking about now."

Harry replied with a shocked expression "you should have heard about it Hermione, there's an increase of snatchings around London and even some from the ministry, and they aren't even leaving any traces, I think….. I just have a feeling, well…."

"out with it Harry, you have to tell me now, maybe I can help" replied Hermione, this left Ron sniggering, which he got a dirty look from "Ron have you got something to say, I'm perfectly capable of helping as you are, sometimes you can be an immature Knob."

Ron was just about to speak, but Harry cut in quickly to lower a risk of a fight "calm down children, and I don't think you can Hermione, I'll send you the reports over, but all it leads to are dead ends, it feels like they're trying to infiltrate the ministry again, whatever it is I have a feeling it involves a mole in the ministry,"

"It's probably one of the death eater's, that the ministry employed," Ron stared, laughing "they're dirt people kicked in off their shoes."

Draco

Draco heard what Ron said every word, but stayed seated as they walked out, but gave him a deadly stare that could cause a fire. Draco however had this behaviour show to him many a time so he didn't react. No one really saw passed the side inherited by his family, and people thought it defined him and decided to keep their distance in fear but Draco was use to it by now. No one heard the stories about him helping to hide Harry's identity to allow them enough time to escape, any story where Draco seemed to be remotely good was forgotten or rearranged to play him of as a dastardly villain.

He then proceeded back to his office, he sat planning missions and how to catch the last of the death eater's that scattered from England to any dark hole in the world they found, and it was his job to find them. That's when it came to mind, some of the death eaters may of comeback trying to finish Voldemort's plans and take down the ministry, these snatchers have started to take people, but what if…. Just what if it had gone on for a while, the people may have replaced them. The evil may have crept in with Polyjuice potion taking all the people who lived alone or in couples, but he would need some evidence, but what happened if it goes too far he thought, this is when he agitatedly groaned, he would have to talk to the head of the Auror department… Potter.