A/n I just wanted to say that this story has been transferred from my fiction press account seeing as how I couldn't bring myself to finish it in its original form so hopefully it will be finished as a dramione cross your fingers and wish me luck.
When Draco awoke it was to a sight that he had fervently wished for. Yet he never wanted to see again. He looked into Hermione's's eyes and saw not the anger or pride in her eyes which he was so familiar with. But instead cold resignation practically spilled from her pores. He didn't have to look in her eyes to see it. But when he did it was like a blow to his stomach. He likened the look in her eyes to that of a man being led to the gallows with no hope of a reprieve. But even worse than the haunted look in her eyes was what was missing in her eyes. There was no fire her eyes were cold, empty, lifeless.
An/ I promise the next chapter will be more interesting (and longer)
well to me at least