Draco's P.O.V

I can't believe that me and my parents walked over to the light side when everyone thought the Dark Lord would win. But, I think my father did made us do that because it would stall Voldermort so Harry could have the chance to do what everyone has wanted to do. Finally kill him. When Harry did I was annoyed and happy at the same time. I was annoyed because Harry would be the one who got all the praise whilst I risked the life of my family and myself. Without us Potter would never be where he is now. But, our hard work will be overlooked. I put my life on the edge for Potter and his order friends. And what do me and my family get? Nothing. No thank you or anything. Ungrateful bastard.

I feel like a right loser. People never really liked me. Except Blaise and Pansy. I think people do not like me because they don't know me like Pansy and Blaise do. We have been through everything together. They have known since I was little that I have never had any remote interest in becoming the Dark Lords follower. He is a hypocrite. He wants everyone to be pureblood yet he is a half-blood. No logic. Anyway, me and my parents have, for the past 5 years, have pretended to be Voldermorts followers when in secret we were spying on them for the order. We didn't want people to know what we were doing so we went to Dumbledore and he promised to never tell a soul and that we can present ourselves when we thought the time was right.

Now look where I am. Alone. I look around to see, what used to be the court yard, all the people that have taken part. Everyone is silent and as I look at everyone, I see Blaise and he walks over to me and hugs me. Its weird at first because I have never hugged or have been hugged. Not even by my parents. But this hug was nice it made me feel like I am not alone. I have my best friend. He tells me he is off to find Pansy and offers me to come with him but I reject as I needed to be alone to take it all in.

I turn back around to see Granger talking to Potter. She seems so happy. I know the wars won but it wouldn't have been this way if it wasn't for him. If I told her would she appreciate me. I think she would. She see the good in everyone. I know it might seem petty to go up to someone who you have disliked all your life just to feel appreciated but I think I really need it. Wait, she's looking at me. How long has she been looking at me? Her eyes seem puzzled. Why? Why am I suddenly intriguing? Maybe she's wondering why me and my parents walked over to their side. Wondering why?

It is as if she is trying to see into my soul. Like she is trying to find something. I don't want to her to find anything. I don't want people to think I'm all good and now that I have helped the order, I don't want to thought of a nice and a life saver. When I'm not.

I turn around and put my hand through my matted hair as i walk away. I want to be alone. Maybe the library. No one will look there. Everyone will be in the great hall, mourning their losses. I think I need to get away from the reality, even if for a moment. I finally reach the library. I open the big brown doors to find the library still intact. I walk along the isles. My fingers gently brushing against the books. I stop and take out a random one and begin reading. It's quite a good book actually. Not that I'm reading it properly but it seems good. The book is about two people who are opposite but they feel some sort of attraction to each other but they know they won't work. In the end they do get together and they don't care what anyone else thinks and they leave the country to start fresh.

That sounds like a good idea. Moving away. Starting fresh.

I put the book back on the shelf in a different place because I want no one else to find it.

I drag my feet out the door. The door seems stiffer than it was before. Either that or i am weaker. No. I'm not weak it's just the door.

I close the tall doors behind me and just stand there. Motionless. Staring towards the blank wall at the end of the corridor. I start thinking about the time I was asked by Voldermort to kill Dumbledore. I didn't know what to do. I remember telling Dumbledore about it. He said that I didn't have to do it. I remember telling him that I have to do it or he will kill me and my family. He told me not to worry that he had it covered because he believed in me. It felt like I was worth something to him. I felt treasured and needed unlike when I was at home with my parents. Don't get me wrong I love my parents but we were never truly a family just 3 people who looked like one on the outside.

I faded back to reality when I noticed a figure at the end of the corridor slowly move towards me. Granger.

What is she doing? She's moving closer. Why?

I see her mouth open as if she's going to ask me a question but I get in there first.

'Help me?'

Granger looks at me wide eyed. What did I say? Oh my God! I said Help me out loud. Shit. I wasn't meant to. Great she's going to think I'm stupid.

'Wh-What? Hermione stumbled.

'What do you mean what?' I say.

'Yo-you just asked me to hel...'

'NO. I didn't. You're hearing things why would I need your help.' I sneer at her.

I turn and run. I'm so stupid. Why would I ask her something like that? It made me seem so weak. For God sake. I hope she doesn't tell anyone. If she does I will kill her with no remorse.

In the background I hear her running after me shouting Malfoy. Then she shouts Draco. I freeze on the spot. Did she say my given name? Why?

I hear her slow to a stop next to me. She touches my shoulder and I shrug her off. Why is she touching me?

'Draco, listen to me. I know what you said. I think I know your messa-'

'There was no message behind it. It was just me not thinking. I don't need your hel-'

Yes. You do Draco. You need comfort and you want to get away from this world. Even if for a short period of time. That's why you went to library because that's what I was doing.'

I don't say anything. It's like she can mind read. I do not like it. But, then again I do. Someone is feeling like me. Not just anyone, Granger.

I turn to face her. Her hair frazzled and matted. She seemed fatigue. Yet still looked powerful. Powerful? How can someone still look powerful when they are tired. I must be tired too. I look down and mentally hit myself. I can still feel her eyes on me. Its nerve wrecking. Can she just stop looking at me I know I'm good looking but seriously it's uncomfortable.

I finally realise that she's not going to move so I finally lock eyes with her. It's weird. It's like looking at myself. I see the trauma and the tiredness all there. Even though she is Granger, I want to comfort her the way I want to be comforted.

I look at her lips. I think I might kiss her. Not because she is attracting me but because I think it's the best way to forget about everything else. I hope she realises what I'm doing and I hope she reacts the same.