DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHINGG! jks im really J.K Rowling... what did you think?

oh, and i also happen to have joint wrote this first chapter with a friend, so i even only own half of this... never mind ALLLL of Harry Potter!...

Read and enjoy... (unless you dont want too?)

Chapter 1

Draco sighed moodily and glanced at the far off brooding storm clouds, his blond hair falling gently into his eyes. The tear stained letter in his hand fell to the floor as his head came to rest on the window sill… the cool stone pressed agained his flushed forehead. 'Why?' he thought. 'why, why, WHY!' sobbing harder now, he slid down the wall with his back pressed against the hard rock wall of the owlery tower. Hearing a small gasp from the door his head shot up in panic.

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Hermione was humming to herself as she made her way to the owlery, intending on sending a bulky update on all hogwarts life this year. It informed her parents in extactic detail about her new position as head girl and every roll and reponisbility that came with that. Upon reaching the owlery, however, she paused, was someone crying? There was a solitary figure silhouetted against the rising sun shining through one of the many surrounding windows. She dropped her packge as she let out an involuntary gasp. Was Malfoy…crying?

She looked around, unsure of what to do; what was she supposed to do? Someone she'd grown to hate bitterly was standing in front of her, looking completely vulnerable. But...despite how vile he was, he was still human, and with those fresh tears shining on his cheeks he looked so innocent and lost... like an angel who suddenly woke up to find its wings ripped off and its world in shatters.

"I, um…sorry," She muttered, before looking away and walking over to a barn owl, calling it down to her.

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Draco spun around, his face quickly trying to resume its usual scowl but not quite managing it, he just ended up looking sligtly confused and rather like a lost puppy. The mudblood. Of course she was the one to find him at his weakest, most insecure…
and for that second he found that he didn't even care. Sinking back to the ground he watched as she quickly muttered "I, um…sorry," and walked up to a softly hooting brown barn owl, studiously avoiding his gaze.

He watched, almost transfixed, as she leant over the owl. Handling it gently and softly, whispering as the disgruntled owl had a rather large, lumpy package tied to its leg. He absentmindedly watched the curve of her soft pink lips as she whispered, his gaze picking up on the sprinkle of freckles which dusted her nose… just like his mothers. His mother. The pain hit him double this time and he squeezed his eyes shut, as if that could block out the truth.

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Hermione tried to ignore the feeling of being watched as she sent the owl on it's way. Biting her lower lip, she stood and watched it fly away, awkwardly unsure of what she should do; say something? Pretend she hadn't noticed him? but now that she had acknowledged his presence that wouldnt really work.

She turned her head just enough to look at him, standing with his eyes shut tightly, almost looking like he was…in pain? Clearing her throat, she hesitantly took a single step toward him. "Are you…okay?"

I shouldn't care she thought, but it wasn't in her nature to walk away from someone in need of help, whether that someone would do the same to her or not.

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He just stared at her… he didn't know what to say. This was Granger! He had made sure that he never passed by an opportunity to mock her or show her up in class… and yet here she was. Asking him if he was okay.
Unable to speak he just gestured to the crumbled letter, lying on the dirt floor of the owl
ery... mocking him with its innocent appearance. He watched as her eyes widened in understanding as she read:

Dear Mr. Draco Malfoy,
We are sorry to inform you of the death of your mother, Narcissa Malfoy, on the 21st of May at her hiding place in Hudson street, London.
Evidence has come to light that she was murded by the hands of your father, Mr Lucious Malfoy, due to her recent abandonment of the Death Eaters. Your protection at the school has been doubled and we all mourn with you in the loss of this wonderful woman who had the bravery to choose what she knew to be right in the face of great danger.
Your guardianship now falls into the hands of Severus Snape, your godfather. Your mother has left you a fortune of some hundred thousand gallons which have all been transferred to your Gringots vault.
If there are any other matters you wish to discuss then please, don't hesitate to contact us at the Ministry of Magic,

Albert RosenburgeDeputy head Aurous at the Ministry of magic

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SO... as magical as i am, i cant do Legimency and i really dont know what you think... thats why you press review to tell me. Ill be waiting.