AN:/ It has almost been a year since I updates Redemption is what I seek. I decided that my plot was good but it needed more depth to keep my and your attention. So I dediced to rewrite it and add a little bit ( okay maybe a lot) of change. But changes are good. Let me know what you think.

Chapter one

It had been five years since the war. The light side had won but at a cost. They lost many innocents life that day and some people who survived weren't really alive anymore. It had been chaos and disorder all over the place. People were crossing sides during the battles or after. But things had finally settled down in the magical world and also in the life of the now twenty-three year old Hermione Granger. Her hair was still bushy and her amber brown eyes were still the same colour but lost the sparkling and the happiness that used to shine from them. A scar at her cheek showed that she hadn't had it easy in the war. She had gotten it from Dolohov, the first man she had killed, and she hated every moment of it. She wanted to get revenge as he had killed her Ron. She was supposed to grow old with Ron or at least tried to get into a relationship with him and they never had gotten the chance.

Harry and Ginny's relationship didn't last either. Both blaming each other and themselves for not being able to safe Ron. They ended up hating each other. They had asked her to choose a side. Be friends with Ginny or Harry. She had smiled sadly at them as they came to ask her on which side she was. "I'm on my own side. I can't choose between my two friends. Losing one was already more than I'm capable to bear." She hadn't seen Harry or Ginny in over a year, You could say she had lost not only Ron but them too. Somedays Hermione felt more dead than alive but she felt like she was obligated to Ron to move on and find herself a goal. She always liked having a goal in life. It was something that would make sure you wouldn't get lost because you had a path to follow. But she had lost that path a long time ago. But she was determined to go back to that path.

Now she was reading; Hogwarts a history for the thousandth time, it used to be Ron's. Hermione never had known he owned a copy let alone read it. But he marked all the passages he liked and at the end he had drabbled a heart with the initials RWxHG. It made her sad and happy at the same time. It meant that her feelings for him were answered.

The doorbell rung, she sighed and put the book down. She got up from her comfortable chair and walked over to the door. She checked the mirror and she saw she hadn't brushed her hair that day. She didn't care and she opened. She looked at a familiar face she really didn't want to see.

"What do you want?" she asked not very friendly.

"I want redemption, am I too late for that?"

Hermione stared into his eyes and saw something that she knew way too well. She saw lost, pain and something else she couldn't place. She wanted to say him to shove off and drop dead but she changed her mind within seconds.

"Come in and close the door behind you." She walked away and went back to her book.

Draco's POV

It had been a rough six years and he hadn't seen Hermione since the night he had fled Hogwarts after attempting to kill Albus Dumbledore. He knew know he was wrong trying to kill him. But back then he really didn't know what he was doing. He had no idea of what was going on in the world besides what his parents told him. His parents had told him to serve the dark lord and he had. So when the dark lord told him to kill Albus Dumbledore. He didn't question. He was told to. But he knew better now. Being on the run for six years gives you a lot of time to think. His parents had been wrong in the side they had chosen and their opinion about blood. He knew that now too. Three years ago he was found by a couple of death eaters they tried to Ava him but a young woman had protected him and took care of his injuries. She had been a mudblood and he had learned their blood was red just as his was. He now knew that he was wrong calling Hermione mudblood for all of his years at Hogwarts. But maybe it was too late. Maybe he had to rot in Hell. God he certainly didn't hope so, not after thinking so much about her for the last couple of years. About the happiness in those brown eyes and the comfort she was to her friends. He had wished he had been her friend. Maybe things could be different.

"Are you coming in or what and close the door behind you?"

He stopped his musing and entered the house of a muggleborn witch. One that had been his nemesis for six years. Life could be funny sometimes. He smirked a very Malfoy like smirk without the aggression that used to radiate from him. He closed the door behind him as she had asked. He looked around the hallway it was small but neat and clean. That's when he decided he liked her house.

"Nice house, Granger."

"Thank you. I did my best." She responded honestly without the smugness in her voice he had expected.

"I can see that." He moved around the room his hands touching his eyes lingering. Then he spotted a picture. The only picture in the room, it seemed. He grabbed it and stated that the people in it were not moving! "Gran- Hermione why aren't the people in this picture moving?"

"It's a muggle photo. My mum and Dad had let it taken the summer before the war. They asked me to invite Harry, Ron and Ginny to come along to the zoo. We had so much fun that day," Hermione sighed "it seems so long ago while it hasn't even been six years."

"Why are you and the Weasel not living together? I thought you'd have a whole bunch of little Weasels by now." It wasn't an aggressive tone he had used he had just wondered and had no idea how this question pained Hermione but he saw it in her eyes and he knew before she had said it: 'he was dead.'

"Ron is dead, Malfoy. Dolohov killed him."

"I'm..." Draco searched for words. "I never liked Weasley but I'm sorry for your loss. It's not fair for either of you."

"Thank you." Hermione's voice was soft but the tear that walked down her cheek told him everything he needed to know.

"I'm going to bed." She told him. "Make yourself comfortable. I don't have a spare bed so I guess the couch will have to do. There's a blanket and a pillow right next to it. Goodnight" and with that she left.

Draco stared at the door she disappeared from. He never thought that the best friend of the boy who wouldn't die would die. Guess news didn't travel as fast if you were on the run for both sides. He sighed and walked over to the couch. It was going to be a very long night.