Draco sat at the desk beside his bed in the dormitory. He stared at a picture in a wooden frame with words engraved on it. The picture itself was of himself smiling as if no worries in the world were there. In his arms the was Hermione Granger. Who also smiled as if carefree. There was nothing out of the ordinary with the frame, except for words engraved into the oak wood. Draco ran his finger tips over them and slowly whispered them to himself. "Our love is stronger than magic" he spoke. It was the begging of his senior year and hers as well.
For the first five years of attending school, Draco admits being cruel, rude, devilish, and plan out evil to her. It was not by his choice though. His entire life he had always been molded into what his father Lucious had wanted him to be. Lucious took great pride in the fact that his son, would one day become a death eater. Draco hid his feelings away, never allowing them to escape. His father was dead now though, he was free. At the end of his fifth year, a war between good and evil broke out. Draco was caught in the middle. He killed his father with his own hands to save Hermione. He did not feel regret or remorse at all, and never will. Yet, now in his life, his final year he felt regretful and remorse for something ridiculous. Love.
During the summer of his fifth year Draco, had no place to stay. The Malfoy manner was not safe for him. The remaining death eater's had been given the go to kill Draco Malfoy on site. Albus Dumbledore decided it best to send Draco some where, where they would not look. The Granger's gladly accepted him for the summer. It was strange for Draco, he was not use to living in a muggle world, let alone a muggle family. At first he did not wish to accept it. Now, he wishes he never would have left it.
"This will be your room for now, sorry we can not give you better place to stay" Mrs Granger said while opening the door to a small room. The room was on the 2nd floor and had been before a storage room for the family. Mr Granger had turned it into a spare bedroom when the decision had been made to let the young wizard stay with them. It contain a bed with simple plain sheetz beside a window, that looked out over the street. Draco noticed that his room was across from Hermione's. "This will do fine, thank you" Draco replied, trying to act like he wanted to, and not what he was taught.
The Granger's left Draco to his unpacking. He opened his suitcase and pulled out a very regal looking blanket, strewn in a hunter green and had the slytherin symbol stiched on it. The rest of the items in his baggage was clothing, and a few studying books. He did not pack heavy, for many of his items were of the magic nature and could not be brought here. In some ways Draco felt as if he had entered prison. The door behind him creaked open as he unpacked. Draco's head lifted and turned to see Hermione standing in the door way. Her hair wet and hanging down. She had on her nightclothes which were a pajama's of sorts. Yet, something about her, just sparkled in Draco's eyes. "I'm sorry, that you have to be here, I know how much you hate us muggle's" she said with a sadden look. "I almost feel as if it's my fault.." she went to say before "It's quite alright, I shall be fine here" he said staring at her his eyes never leaving hers. Hermione smiled and raised her head, slightly blushing noticing that Draco had been staring at her. "I really should finish unpacking before I get to sleep, would you excuse me?" Draco asked. Hermione nodded, smiled and slowly stepped back walking out the door, bumping into the door behind her. Draco fought back a smile, and kept unpacking as if he had not noticed. Hermione closed the door and headed to her room.
Draco finished unpacking, and laid down on the bed. He sat there staring at the nights sky. He thought about how for the first time in so many years, he could finally be himself. "Time to live it up" he said to himself before drifting off to sleep.