Hi guys! this is my first dramione. It's quite short , but still I hope you like it =) I wanted to try with this before starting uploading a longer one.

Disclaimer: nothing belongs to me, I'm just using the characters of Miss Rowling.

Only scars left.

She hadn't realized before how the time flies. She was still holding her cup of tea on her hands, but it was not hot anymore. She left her sofa behind her and she headed to the window, where she kept remembering about what happened in that awful place. Her second captivity. Her tower. Her fears. Her ghosts. And she revived everything again. And the pain went back to her eyes, as it usually happened when she thought about that. She smiled, leaving her sadness run away from her lips. Actually, she did not lie to herself, they were still the same pretentious boys that they had always been, they had not changed but after the months she had to spend there, it was proved to her that she was not the only one in a dangerous and delicate position.

She stayed locked day and night, with the only company of her loneliness which kept her petrified. However, some sounds ,and only sometimes, succeeded in getting her out of her lethargy. Every scream, every fight, every spell and every cry were deeply etched into her mind. And they were not hers. It was probably less than a month, she was not sure about that, when suddenly a thought crossed her mind: Hogwarts. Her first day there: her happy memory; the light of her patronous... She continued wandering in her memories till she realized that the sorting hat always tells half-truths: each house of Hogwarts is the empowerment of one quality, but he lied about which ones they were. She had never thought about how loyal Slytherin were, how passionately and bravely they could defend their values, and more than anything else the amazing ability to dream they always hide.

They never got to understand each other, but Draco Malfoy rescued her from the tower. And no, he was not alone. Those ones who were once repudiated for the decisions they made, saved her.. She did not know what to expect, maybe something worse than that place or even her death... but no. That very afternoon she woke up in a comfortable sofa.

Hermione Granger's street was not noisy at all. She went to her kitchen and prepared a hot chocolate, she would not let that get cold. She went back to her place and sat on Harry's old rocking chair, with her favourite book. In less than one minute she looked up again and looked trough the window. They did talk only once but there were no words. It was not necessary. Before she fainted when crossing the gardens of the manor, holding her worst enemy's hand, she stared into his eyes and saw everything. She could observe the emptiness created by the pain of lost; the sadness with which tightens the uncertainty of not knowing what would happen the following day in that prison; and the desire of exemption for the crimes he made when he was nothing more than an ignorant.

It could have been nice of him to go closer to her one of those times in which he peered at her from the pavement of the park, just to tell him that all the wounds were cured and that scars were there only to remind her how everything can improve. But he never did it. Maybe because he did not want to, maybe because he did not even thought we had been discovered.

She sighed, the peace went back to her eyes and she continued the line she was reading.

Hope it is not too bad ;)

~TheSecretWitch...