It was another one breezy night at Hogwarts. I felt the need of fresh air and decided to take a short walk around the school. I walked slowly, taking my time. It was really quiet the entire time. I couldn't hear any other sound except for my footsteps and breathing. I wonder if this was what would feel like to be died. Cold, lonely, pained.

I stopped in my track for I thought I was secluded enough. I pulled my jacket tighter so the chill wouldn't get to my skin. I tangled my fingers to my hair and started to stroke it. When I lifted up my palm, I saw a handful of hair entwined with my fingers.

My lips curved up just a little bit but entirely enough just to make me realise that I was finally able to cope with fate and reality. Able of letting go. After months with seemingly never ending sleepless night of crying my eyes out.

It was about three months after the war. I was sure that I was going to be safe and had a terribly long and happy life. I guess I could say that I was pretty much living in a normal animated life.

I found my parents, and successfully able to restore the lost memory. They loved me the way they were, and it brought me total joy andalleviation of my distress. I was a Head Girl, my grades were practically on top most of the time, I got tons of friends from the lower grade for they appreciated what I had done during the war.

I even got an anonymous admirer. Said he was lurking from the other side of the room watching me. On his letter, he kept apologizing to me for Merlin knew what it was about. When I wrote back and asked him what the bloody hell did he talk about, and who he really was, he merely wrote "I'm sorry" all over again.

I gave up after several times of trying to get him to identify himself. It was never going to happen. But that was not mean I stop wondering who he was. He was extremely sweet gentleman. From the way he wrote, I could guess that he was one intelligent bloke. I wished I had known him. We would have met and discussed about things that my best friends didn't seem to be interested. Like, for examples, book and literature. That would have been nice But apart from that, I was sure if one had had a guess, he would have thought I was leading a perfect life. And so would I.

Then it was coming. Crashed down my little fairytale life ever so easily. Actually, I should've seen it coming. The symptoms was doubtlessly obvious. I had even done some research but vaguely took it seriously for I didn't want to believe it. It seemed that death was trying to catch me so badly. I slipped away from his grip the last time, at the war. And I knew I was not going to be able to escape once more.

I would have never told them about what was going on in my life at the time being. I abominated the very idea of being in everyone's pity. It was not like, I didn't care or didn't want to have anything to do about them, because I really did care. But I would rather vanish when I couldn't hang around any longer. And it would eventually. I thought that was very clever, even though, I had a feeling that they would be terribly pissed off by me if I would do that. But, it was for the best, they were the greatest friends of mine, their life would be affected, whether lot, or only a little. I wouldn't want that to happen, now would I?

It was getting late, and I needed to take my meds and some sleep. I turned my heels toward the corridor to get back to the tower when I saw something moving at the corner of my eyes. I delayed my movement just to turn my head and catch a glimpse of platinum white blond hair and tall slender figure at the other end of the corridor.

Malfoy. Just great. by then I had to race to the end of the corridor before He could reach where I was and give me his so called "Put me on my place" speech. I don't want to brag about my existence at Hogwarts but it seemed that he was the only person that couldn't care less about me.

I had to admit, I thought he did change for the better since the war. Of course, he still made those snarky bookworm comments about me, but never mudblood. It was a good thing, I meant, quite a progress, if you ask me. I was sure, not making those snide remarks about me would have taken a lot of him. Perhaps I was only assuming, but I would've thought that all amateurish prattle of him was said kind of half-heartedly. His voice didn't sound so unbearably ear-splitting like it was before if the absence of smugness in his voice would be anything to go by. I almost thought he didn't despise me that much anymore, his expression wasn't that rigid as it was before. But I couldn't be so sure.

I turned around once again only to be stopped by my cough. It was one terrible feeling. I managed to spit some blood. Dizziness attacked my head, I couldn't afford to walk properly. I tried really hard to get back to my common room. I was sure I walked as though I was having a hangover.

I heard the thumping steps of his steps and felt him getting closer, strode-down towards me and bruised my shoulder just enough to make me budge and almost fell. "Can't even walk properly, huh Granger? Been limping, have we? What happened to you?" He asked sardonically, as he took one more step further. He turned his head to face me and stopped at his track. We were an arm away.

I took a note earlier, the first time I had been at Hogwarts. A list of things what I shall do and not do. I remember the top of all of it was, Don't get too close with a certain pureblood named Draco Malfoy, or I might catch the venom he spit as he speak. Yes, it was exceptionally deadly. I understood that, I staggered backward a couple of steps, and without any other disagreements in my own thought I obeyed it perfectly fine.

"Granger? He broke away my thought as he turned around to face me. If I hadn't known any better I must've thought I saw his expression altered from rancorous to a tad perturbed. His voice was rough and at the same time surprisingly mellifluous. And somehow, it managed to make me felt something that I hadn't felt in a painfully long time. Invulnerable, would be the best word to describe what I felt by then.

I didn't respond because couldn't gathered my thought completely. I felt the corridor was spinning. I was holding my head as I was in my knees, couldn't afford to stand up any longer. I felt a pair of strong arms around me waist and one of my arms, then the last thing I saw before anything went black was Malfoy's face looking down at me with a tad apprehensive expression.

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