I Love You With All Of My Broken Heart.

Chapter One

Calling to me

Set me free

I can see your face as

As it haunts me.

Hermione Granger woke up to a cloudy day.

'Seventh year,' she thought sadly. 'Can't wait.'

"Hermione!" her mother screamed from downstairs.

Sighing heavily, she made her way over to the door. Her bare feet pattered against the wood.

Jay, her brother caught her in a hug. Tears shone in his eyes.

"I love you Athame." He said sadly.

Caught off guard, she looked into her brothers deep brown eyes.

"I love you too, Dagger."

Athame and Dagger were their nicknames for each other.

He turned and walked out the front door without a backward glance or word.

A strange feeling swept through her body, almost a feeling of losing something that was highly valued.

Draco Malfoy was woken up by the familiar bustle of the house elves.

His dreams were invaded by a girl, a girl he didn't even know.

Pulling himself from his giant bed, he shuffled into the bathroom that adjoined to his bedroom. He filled his great bathtub with steaming hot water.

He collapsed into it. The water eased his aching muscles, but caused his scars to burn. Enjoyment flowed through his body at the stinging sensation.

Absentmindedly, he played with his tongue ring. It was his newest piercing. His others were his lip and right eyebrow, done twice.

Ever since Lucius's imprisonment and The Dementor's Kiss shortly after, he was free to do as he pleased. Narcissa was barely home and when she was, all her time was spent in her wing of the Manor.

'Atleast after this year,' he thought to himself 'I don't have to come back.'

Climbing out and placing a towel around him to cover his own nakedness. (A/n: I know, I'm crying too.) He walked silently to his room.

His clothes were laid upon his bed. Muggle Goth clothes. (A/n: how sexy is that?)

Hermione tried to push the scene out of her mind.

"Finally, you get your lazy ass down here." Her mother said acidly.

Ignoring her cold voice, Hermione asked. "Has anything come for me?"

"No." the woman who called herself a mother spat.

The drunken father stumbled in smelling of sweat and beer.

"Get me another beer, woman." He slurred.

"It isn't even ten-thirty, you drunken bastard." Her mother retorted.

The drunks open palm backhanded her mother. Her mother threw a frying pan at his head. Blood trickled down the side of his face.

Hermione made a move to escape from the 'loving scene'. Before she could move, her mother grabbed her wrist, preventing her intention.

"This is your entire fault!" her mother shrieked at her.

Without notice, her mother's fist connected with Hermione's jaw line. The blow rattled her freshly pierced tongue.

Biting back the urge to hit her, she wrenched out of her mother's grasp and stormed upstairs.

Changing in to a black mini skirt with chains draped on the sides. A spaghetti strap form fitting tank top was short above her pierced navel. She pulled a black mesh shirt over the ensemble. Putting her thumbs through holes in the sleeves. Zipping up her black knee high boots and lacing them up, she stepped in front of her mirror.

Her dyed blue/black hair and black eyeliner/eye shadow make her look different than when she had left Hogwarts earlier that month. It was her brother's influence along with the pent up emotions she held in for so long.

Her plan was simple, she would pack her trunk and stay the night at Hatchet's house and ride The Knight Bus to Hogsmeade.

A knock on her door brought her out of her thoughts. Upon opening, her breath was caught in her throat.

Charlie Weasley stood on the other side.

"Hey 'Mione." He said brightly.

"Charlie?" she said in disbelief. "What are you doing here?" asking as she flung her arms around his neck.

"Well, Mum reckoned since Harry was coming, you should too."

Smiling to her self, said asked. "Why aren't you in Romania?"

"I wanted a bit of time off." He laughed. "So, are you coming or do you want to stay with the Muggles?"

After thinking for a half of a split second, Hermione nodded her head.Charlie helped her pack her trunk and they took a taxi to The Leaky Cauldron.

"Why are we here?" she asked confused.

"Mum didn't want you there until about July." Charlie told her a little too quickly.

Catching on, she turned towards to him. "Why not?" she began. "Unless, I'm not supposed to be there at all."

Charlie looked guilty.

"Charles Weasley! You better explain your self this minute." Demanded the pissed off teen.
Composing himself, he grabbed her wrist and led her to the back table.

"I'm sorry, but I saw what happened before I Apparated in. I couldn't let teenage your last summer be like that." He told her quietly and shifted his eyes to the floor.

Sighing heavily, she took his hand in hers and told him. "Thank you for coming to get me, but I would've been fine."

"I'm sorry." He said again.

Hermione blew it off and told him to get his sexy, tanned ass back to Romania to watch after those damn dragons.

They laughed and talked. Until finally Charlie told her 'goodnight' at the door to her room and Apparated back to The Burrow.

Before going to sleep, Hermione wrote a letter to her brother. Hermione explained what happened after he left that morning and why her best friend's brother took her to The Leaky Cauldron.

Hermione reached for her beautiful black and red owl named Melpomene. (A/n: she named her after the Greek Muse of Tragedy.)

"Draco!" His mother screeched.

He had been lying on his bed listening to a Muggle device called a CD player.

Groaning loudly, he yelled. "Coming Mother."

Narcissa Malfoy hadn't seen her son since school let out a week or so earlier. Not knowing what to expect, she prepared herself for whatever she saw.

A house elf showed the youngest Malfoy in to Narcissa's sitting room in her wing of the Manor.

The walls were white and held various pictures and paintings.

Cream colored rugs were placed on the dark hardwood floors.

She sat on an elegant cream colored couch. She was dressed in a casual cream colored suit.

When her son entered, her eyes were wide and filled with shock and confusion.

"You sent for me Mother?" her son's soft but cold voice filled her ears.

"Yes," she breathed. "Sit my son." She motioned to a cream chair across from her. Narcissa also took a few moments to survey her child's attire.

"Now," she began slowly. "I know that since your father received The Kiss, you don't need to grieve for much longer. I was also wondering, how you would feel if I started dating again."

Waiting for her son to say something, anything, her blue eyes gazed into her son's cold, stormy grey orbs. Ice seemed to form around his pupils.

Draco took a deep breath before answering the woman who gave him life.

"I don't mind if you start dating again because I couldn't give a rat's ass. As for me, when I graduate you'll have the entire Manor to you and your newest 'love connection'." He was cold and meant his words.

"I'm so happy that you have supported me in this decision." She gushed and threw her arms around his neck.

Draco's eye twitched involuntarily from the unwanted contact.

Pulling herself off of her son, she held back oncoming tears.

"I need to go," he said quickly. "I'm looking for a job."

Narcissa recoiled in surprise. "A job?" she repeated in disbelief. "Whatever for?"

Without looking at his mother's disgusted facial expression, he said "So I can get some of my dignity back." He walked out quickly to avoid another awkward conversation.

He Apparated to Diagon Alley and walked into The Leaky Cauldron. He was surprise to see Granger with a Weasley that wasn't the usual and she looked to be in an argument.

Curious to see the outcome, he noticed what she was wearing. His stormy eyes locked onto her every move.

' I wonder why she's here? Where's the rest of the Weasley clan?' he thought to himself. Not really sure why he cared. He was confused at this feeling of caring.

He watched the Weasley leave her and go in to her room.

'She's staying here? Why isn't she going home or with him?' After awhile he cursed himself for even thinking about her and what's going on in her life.

For now on, he didn't care anymore.

A/n: Hello, this is my first fic on this site. So I need to say this.

Disclaimer: I'm sorry, but I'm too poor to own Harry Potter and besides J.K. Rowling owns it anyway. Maybe one day, I can buy Draco Malfoy from her.

Diclaimer2: I don't even own the bloody title. I saw it on my little sister's wall and I thought it would make a good fic title.