A/N: This is my first fanfiction so I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter.
CHAPTER 1.
Draco –
The tears could not stop running down his face and he sunk to the ground as sadness overtook him. Voldemort was going to kill his mother and it would be all his fault.
All his life his had the pressure of living up to the Malfoy name. Being respectable, refined, and above all superior. His father had put most of the pressure on him and he had felt like his puppet up until now. And for the first time that he was allowed to think for him self he was going to screw up everything.
He leaned against the large, old cabinet behind him and stared at all the junk around him. There were trophies, chairs, strange looking ornaments, and right next to the cabinets, stacked so high that it was easily spotted from the entrance, was a huge pile of ragged looking book.
But the only important thing in the room was the cabinet that stood behind him. This cabinet was no ordinary cabinet it did not hold clothes or positions, but transported you to its twin, which was being held in Borgen & Burke an old shop currently filled with death eaters. They where all waiting on him to fix the cabinet, which much to his distress could not transport anything living without killing it.
He felt like a complete failure, and he was pretty sure it was affecting his father's status in the ranks. He felt like a failure not only because he was failing to fix the vanishing cabinet but because despite all his efforts he has not yet killed Dumbledore, whom the dark lord ordered him to murder.
He was so caught up in his emotions that he didn't notice the crying girl rush into until she spoke.
"Draco?"
Hermione –
As soon as she saw the girl force her lips on Ron's she couldn't help put feel tears well up in her eyes. The crowd was chanting Weasly is our king and cheering on the couple, as they were now full on pashing. She felt sick to the bone at the sight of the boy and soon found her self running out of the room, tears flowing down hear rosy cheeks.
However, when she was out of the room she did not stop running. She noticed that her best friend Harry had come chasing after her, but she didn't feel like talking to him about her feeling for Ron. She just wanted to be alone. The girl ran even faster now that she knew where she was going and, after a few minutes of running, She found herself in front of a blank wall.
What she needed was a room to be alone in, a room where she would not be disturbed. Soon a door started to form and once it had assembled she the opened the doors and quietly slipped in.
She wiped the tears out of her eyes and took a good look at the room around her. She liked it. It was full of old objects of different shapes and sizes, stacked up as far as the eye can see. It looked like the room could go on forever in each direction. But the first thing she spotted was the large pile of old looking books stacked so high it would take a centre to read them all. She decided it would be a nice place to rest and take her mind off things and started walking towards it. She was overwhelmed with sadness and could not get the image of Ron and that girl, Lavender Brown out of her head. It even made her unhappier that she couldn't enjoy the fascinating room that she could spend days in exploring it.
Tears kept poring from her eyes and she couldn't help but feel betrayed by Ron. She noticed that she was almost at the books an peered up to find that next to the amazing pile of books was a large, old cabinet, and sitting in front of it was…
"Draco?"
