Chapter 1

Draco Malfoy is an orphan. He lost his parents to the aftermath of the war. Lucius killed himself when Voldermort was gone and the world was after the second in command. He would rather die than admit defeat. His pride came with the price of his life. Narcissa couldn't take the loss of her beloved husband and thus took her life too to join him in the afterlife. So all that's left of the used to be honorable and proud Malfoys is their pale faced son who hadn't smiled in years. His eyes bore the same level of warmth as his beautiful platinum blonde hair. But really who could blame him?

Draco had taken over the family business and uprooted it from the bottom. Getting rid of the weeds in the company were his first priority, they were all useless idiots who thought they could use their family name to stay. Malfoy Inc was the only thing left in Draco's life, there was no way he would allow imperfections in his company. It had to be perfect, nothing else matters. And there really isn't anything else left in his life that could so much garner an additional glance or a second look from Draco Malfoy. He even bought a penthouse 5 mins away from his building to be nearer to work. After a year of learning the ropes from scratch Draco had identified the weeds and fired all of them. He taught himself the skill of reading people, their wants and their needs. Handpicking talented and hardworking individuals himself, he rewards them with lucrative wages and power. All of them stayed of course because they respected him and were willing to be under his leadership. At age 28, Draco was now the head of the most powerful organisation in wizarding London. He had so much influence even the ministry had to let him have his way with things sometimes.

His personal life, well one could say that his tastes are like he run his life. Systematic. Always the same type of women, blonde beautiful and simple. They only serve two purposes for him. Sex and a presence. They had to exist every now and then to make sure the world doesn't see him as a freak, alone and by himself. He would rather be called a playboy than the eccentric and eluded Malfoy, locking himself up in the Manor. Sex with the cold albeit aristocratic Draco is according to the countless women that he bedded, exciting and exhilarating. They are almost honoured that they could be up close and personal with the mysterious Draco Malfoy. But he never lets them touch him freely, only where he allows them to. He was always cold to them, there was no sweet kisses, no relationship, only a brief exchange of services. They get their 15 minutes of fame, he gets the media off his back. Oh and sex too. He was still a man afterall. Despite being seen everywhere in charity parties, business luncheons or ministry events with reporters galore there's really not much to talk about with Draco Malfoy. He only allows what he chooses to show, tells them what he wants them to hear. Nothing more and nothing less. An exact amount to give off an image of a seemingly playboy with an empire under his throne, making him London's most eligible bachelor, much to his annoyance.

But he did have somebody, in fact he had a bestfriend called Blaise Zaibini. Blaise had approached Draco when the war ended and had been there for him when he lost his parents. Malfoy Inc was falling apart then and nearing the edge to bankruptcy but despite so Blaise had loaned Draco money and helped rebuilt his enterprise. A bond was thus formed. He could be the only one that Draco trusts in his life, seeing how he's Draco's right hand man in the company, the second in command.

So that's the summary of Draco Malfoy's life. And his life would have continued to be this way if he didn't meet her. She was someone who could destroy the foundation of everything he stood for. She was someone who was smart enough to could call out on his bluff, that despite his cold demeanor he was a mess inside, a volatile mix of emotions well concealed with years of self-discipline. She would also release his rage, letting his true self show after all these years. All the anger he kept, boiling day by day.

She would do all of this because she bled the same kind of pain, coursing through Draco's veins every single day.

After the war, Hermione Granger noticed a change in herself. She had cried her eyes out after losing her parents to a couple of Death Eaters looking for revenge. Aurors had found them of course and they had made sure they spent the rest of their lives rotting in the cells of Azkaban. But there was never proper closure for Hermione. She felt like a failure, a daughter who failed to protect her parents, a witch who failed to use magic to protect her vulnerable muggle parents. As she stared at their tombstones during the funeral she made a promise to herself that she would never be made a failure again. She hadn't shed a single tear since. Death was part of life, she could deal with that but the loss of her parents due to her carelessness and incompetency was unacceptable. Self blame had caused her pain and grief to remove the last shred of warmth in those brown orbes. She was never cold though, she just became horribly indifferent.

After she left Hogwarts, she went to St Mungo's to start her career as a Healer. Working as an intern at St Mungo's she focused her life on working her way up. Being the brightest witch the wizarding world has ever seen had managed to help escalate things. She also had an inane ability to remain calm even in the midst of chaos, something that she taught herself during her training as a healer. To devoid oneself of emotions during a difficult task. Five years later she had managed to become the second in command at St Mungo's and now at age 29 with the Head Healer looking for retirement she was the next in line to take over.

She didn't have alot of friends, Harry Potter had distanced himself from the wizarding world hoping to find peace in places unrelated to magic, he had brought along Ginny Weasley for companionship. Ron Weasley had joined his brother in the family joke shop leading a simple ordinary life. They would meet up every now and then or when Harry and Ginny decide to visit.

Other than that Hermione's life was pretty much the same everyday. Her daily route was spent going to work then leaving for home. Rinse and repeat. Sometimes there was an occasional trip to the nearby bookstore and every now and then she would allow herself an hour at the neighbourhood park to rewind and let herself get lost in her thoughts. She would date every now and then just to see what the fuzz was about. She and Ron never made it past their first kiss, it was back to being friends after the war. She had tried to share with Ron her pain of losing her parents but the boy was too thick to comprehend complex emotions thus she gave up trying to have a relationship with him. She have had many dates, all never lasting for long maybe a few months or so and she would leave, citing a problem with commitment or that she just didn't see a future with them. They never gave her a reason to stay anyway, none of them had the potential to see through her mask, to see beyond the perfect facade and find a girl with big brown eyes lost somewhere in the abyss, forgotten and abandoned along with the rest of her emotions dying to get out.

And her life would have continued to be this way if she didn't meet him. He was someone who could see past her facade having had one himself. He would understand why she had her walls up so high it was impossible to penetrate. And he would be the only who could cross said walls and see the pain inside, then he would proceed to break her, setting everything on fire until the real her could crawl through, setting free her whirlwinds of madness, suppressed feelings.

He could do all of this because he could read people really well and he knew just what to say and push, he had the power to burn through her impenetrable indifference.

So what happens when a tornado meets a volcano?

AN: My first attempt at writing a darker, heavier fic. This story is inspired by a few things.. namely some of my own experiences, things that I see and well music. Music definitely helps with my thoughts, I first had this idea while listening to my old playlist. Show some love!