Author's note- Hi guys! This is my first Dramione Fanfiction. It is set in the seventh year. This is just the prologue; the main story will start from the next chapter. Shout out to nniixx and Deliciouslychaoticbluebird for figuring out the plot with me, also, bringing me back on track when my Draco went out of character.

Disclaimer- I don't own either Harry Potter or its characters. But I do steal Draco Malfoy from JKR from time to time. ;)

P.S.- the beginning poem is a song by the hoosiers.

Time and again

Boys are raised to be men.

Impatient they start,

Fearful they end.

But there was a man,

Mourning tomorrow

He drank, but

Finally drowned in his sorrow.

This is not a love story.

I know what you think. Everyone always says that. He is oblivious. However, you are wrong.

Because it is not a love story. I was never in love with her. She always just felt familiar.

I don't know why but I always felt that there was a familiarity between both of us.

The first time I saw her, in the Hogwarts express.

Deciding her compartment. She had a troubled face. She was carrying her own trunk. I was too. My parents felt that I must be independent. Her parents were not allowed. Not that I knew her then. It was just that in a train full of families we were both sticking out like lone stars without a constellation.

I was too proud to strike a conversation. She was too afraid.

I had two of my friends, she had two of hers. However, we would always be alone in the library. Sometimes, her friends would be there to research on their next adventure, sometimes mine would be there to call me for dinner. Most of the time we were alone.

I was there with her the night she got attacked by a basilisk. Before leaving I mocked her. "Looking into the mirror a hundred times won't make you any less hideous Granger. "

I hated her. She hated me. I thought she did not belong to our world. She thought I was a vile loathsome, evil, little cockroach. I thought she had soft hands.

I was smoking. She was crying. Pansy was kissing a Beauxbatons guy. Ron was being passive aggressive.

I didn't know that the fourth floor corridor was a venting place for both of us.

I'd smoke because I had to RSVP to my own family's Christmas party. She'd cry because her friends were drifting away.

I kept smoking. She stopped crying. We started to have silent duel practices. I did not acknowledge her. She did not acknowledge me. She'd bind my legs. I'd send her flying against the wall. I would bleed. She would heal.

She thought I was just having problems with my dad's arrest. I thought she was an idiot. We were wrong. I was a death eater. She trusted me.

I always thought that my only option was to kill, to ravage for saving my family. However, I later understood that you always have a choice. People believe it was Albus Dumbledore who taught me that. It was actually the pale, filled with betrayal and hurt face of Hermione Granger as I ran away with Snape that made me realize that I would do anything to prevent that expression being directed towards me again.

I loved my family. But I loved my familiarity with Granger too.