Here's another fanfic that I decided to write. It's my second one; I'm not sure how it'll turn out but please review and tell me what you think of it.

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters featured in this fan fiction. They belong to J.K Rowling and I believe you know that. : D

Chapter One: Outside Hog's Head

He hugged himself as he walked through the freezing streets of Knockturn Alley. He caught a glimpse of Diagon Alley – although it was dark, it definitely looked much more cheery than Knockturn Alley.

He passed Borgin and Burkes and felt his heart lurch forward. It had been four years since he went so near it. Whatever this shop reminded him of – he didn't want to be reminded of it.

Memories flashed in his head. Everything from when Voldermort threatened his family, the Death Eater fight he was forced to be involved in and the sight of Dumbledore falling from the sky.

He swore never to have anything else to do with The Dark Lord ever. He pulled his sweatshirt closer to his body and shivered. It felt as though someone was following him. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and closed down tightly around his wand – just in case.

"Who's there?" someone's groggy voice rang out as he entered Diagon Alley. Draco Malfoy fell back, shocked. I think I should be the one asking you that question! He pulled out his wand and glanced around. He was in front of Hog's Head. Someone stumbled out of the pub, pushed him aside and puked right in front of his feet.

"Argh! What is the problem with you-?" He stopped. Was that who he thought he was seeing? He froze. The person hadn't changed one bit. "Granger?" he whispered – but unfortunately, it was audible enough for her to hear.

Hermione Granger glanced up, pushing her hair away from her face. She squinted at Draco. He didn't dare look at her in her eyes. It seemed like forever that she was staring at him.

Suddenly, she stood up and pushed him against the wall. "You!" she cried. "You!"

Draco pushed her off him. "Let go, Granger." He said but she didn't let go, instead she banged on him with both fists. "You bastard! Fucking idiot! What do you think you are doing here? You murderer! You killed Dumbledore!"

Draco didn't budge. He just stood there, letting Hermione Granger beat him. He couldn't move. Her yelling reminded him of all the horror. What happened four years back – Snape pushing him to run, to escape. More memories came pouring back. Potter's screams still haunted him. He had never wanted that – he never wanted Dumbledore to die at all.

"Why aren't you dead!" Hermione screamed. Draco didn't understand why she didn't use her wand on him. "DAMNED YOU! You… you son of a bitch!"

Draco's eyes flashed. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them apart, holding them up as he looked at her in her eyes. He was too strong for her and she couldn't struggle.

"You can insult me all you want, but I forbid you to insult my mother." He hissed, looking at her straight in her eyes.

Hermione was taken aback. She didn't know what else to say, instead she shook her wrists. "Let me go, you're hurting me."

Draco released his grip immediately. He felt apologetic for grabbing her so tightly but he just couldn't stand it when someone insulted his mother.

Hermione fell backward. She stared up at Draco. "What are you even doing here?" she snapped.

He looked back at her with his cold, gray eyes but he didn't answer, instead he studied her. He didn't know she would even drink till she got drunk.

"What are you doing drinking all alone?" he asked.

Hermione gave a little laugh. "I lost my job. They didn't even give me time to pack up – just told me to go on the spot. Fuck it, fuck them." She said. "I don't think we need you anymore." She mimicked in a high-pitched voice. "A whole load of bullshit!"

Draco couldn't believe what he was wearing. Goody-two-shoes Granger was using such vulgarities? The whole was definitely coming to an end.

He just shook his head and turned to leave. She would have Potter and Weasley come for her sooner or later. He couldn't face Potter. He would kill him on the spot.

'You're not a killer.' Dumbledore's words echoed in his head once more.

I think I am one.

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