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The Unraveling of Life

Chapter 1

Draco Malfoy never thought he would ever be on civil terms with Saint Potter but here he was 4 years after the war expecting The-Boy-Who-Would-Never-Die for tea.

Draco changed after the war, hell, he changed way before but he never lost his talent for intimidation and manipulation, as displayed when he convinced his boss to give him a few days off and his daughter's teacher to give her a few days off too. He never wanted to include Hayley in the torment of the past, of the story about what happened to her mother but she had a right to know where she came from and what happened to her mother.

Draco was just glad she was hearing it from him rather than from some nosy bloody prat. Hayley looked just like her mother, even with his grey eyes, she remarkably resembled Hermione.

Draco still thought about the know-it-all bookworm who was Hermione Granger, the one who stole his heart without his permission.

He thought about how bright her big brown eyes would become whenever she was excited about something and how no matter what she did to her monstrous mess of hair, she could never make it lose its frizziness and bushiness. Merlin, how he wished she was here! But she wasn't .At that moment he remembered something Hermione told him one night on the Astronomy Tower.

Wind whipped at them as they conversed. Draco was testy as well as depressed, sad and in love with someone he didn't deserve.

But what was funny still, was the fact that Hermione Granger: Bookworm and member of the Golden Trio loved Draco just as much as he loved her, even after years of hatred between them, she had given him a chance.

It was verging on Christmas, which meant it was seethingly cold outside and for some idiotic reason the Gryffindor and Slytherin were still standing in the cold.

"What if things were different?" Draco asked sadly.

Hermione lifted her head up to look at the Slytherin briefly before answering,

"What do you mean'different'?".

Draco regarded her curious tone for a moment before he realized he had asked the question out loud. But he continued with the conversation anyway.

"I mean, what if I wasn't in Slytherin? Or a Pureblood? Or even a Malfoy? Would people regard me in a different way? "Draco asked.

Hermione gave a short laugh at this, normally Draco loved to hear her laugh but this was a serious matter that should not be laughed at! He clearly showed her his displeasure by giving her a small glare. Hermione collected herself before taking his hands in hers and answering,

"Draco, you wouldn't be who you are if you weren't all those things. Yes, you can be an enormous prat if you want to be but you can also be a good person. Do you know how much trouble we would be in if you weren't as sly as you are? Filch would have a field day with us and your cunning is all thanks to you being in Slytherin. As for you being a Pureblood, I don't think much would be different in regards to your attitude, you would still be a pretentious, overly proud git no matter your blood status. And being a Malfoy…I really don't know how to answer that one but the titles you hold don't matter, who you are matters and the choices you make matter. It doesn't matter where you come from, only where you choose to end up."

Draco looked at the bookworm in awe, she seemed to think so highly of him even in the worst situations. Hermione gave him a soft kiss, pulling the blond out of his haze.

Draco looked at the stars for a moment, "I just wish the world was different, easier, nicer."

Hermione gave him a loving but sad look,

"The world is what it is. We fight. We die. Wishing doesn't change that."

Draco was pulled out of his reverie with a loud knocking at the front door to his house.

Potty must be here, thought Draco. The loud knocking persisted.

Potter hadn't even set foot in his house and he was already driving the Slytherin Prince mental! Slowly and reluctantly Draco made his way to the door, he had been dreading this encounter for 4 years.

The first thing Potter said was, "Tell me everything."