Chapter 4: The Day We Sparked.

a/n; so I am beyond chuft with the amount of response this fic has gotten! seriously it's lush to sign on and see all of the hits, it's lush to constantly get emails to my blackberry telling me about people alerting and reviewing my story! now originally I said I was only going to make this 3-5 chapters long, however I don't think the story can be summed up in only 5 chapters so I'm going to extend it, probably to about 8-10 chapters or maybe more, who knows? I'm also working on some other dramione one shots and I'm planning some other harry potter pairing stories, plus another dramione multific! so I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and happy reading! song recommendations- safe and sound by taylor swift and the civil wars (for me just explains the love and caring in the dramione relationship).

"As am I you" Her voice was soft as she bumped noses with him, giggling softly as she did so. That was something they always did, ever since their first date. Draco had leaned down for a kiss and Hermione had gone to lean in the wrong way, the result had been a bump in noses and lots of giggling; a truly effective ice breaker. She smirked towards him and he smiled back, he was right after all, no matter what she loved him and he loved her; that was all that mattered and all that would ever matter. A small sigh left Hermione's lips and she quickly wiped at her eyes removing all evidence of her small emotional episode. She had lots of those recently; emotional episodes, she was sure it was because she was so hormonal, sometimes she just couldn't help but cry; whether it be for happiness or sadness.

Hermione glanced up at Draco, he may think he was lucky to have her but honestly? She felt like the lucky one. They were so lucky to find one another, and she was so incredibly happy with him, happier than she had ever been. She had everything she needed, but then Ron had shown up, and she simply couldn't understand why? A part of her was reluctant to believe what Harry had said but she knew he was probably right, Ron had probably thought he would come back to find her pining over him and that thought made her very angry, how dare he think she wouldn't have moved on, how dare he think her the pathetic girl from school who she often cringed to look back on.

Biting down on her lip, Hermione's thoughts flashed back to the first time she had felt like she had connected with Draco. 6th year had been the turning point for her, and the turning point for their relationship. Shooting a smile towards her husband, she rested her head on his chest once again and allowed her mind to drift back to that first crazy meeting, the meeting that had sparked everything.

Flashback.

Hermione was walking through the corridors of Hogwarts, her skirt consecutively one inch above the knee, her bushy hair tamed slightly into waves down her back; she couldn't believe how time had gotten away with her, already it was 10pm and she had wasted most of the night in the library; well not wasted, she had managed to get the Potions essay and the Ancient Runes essay out of the way, leaving the rest of her night free. A small smile on her features she walked towards the bathroom, not even registering what floor it was or the fact that water covered the bathroom floor. She was too busy thinking of the book she couldn't wait to dive into when she got back to the common room, she had been waiting to read 'Ancient Runes, The Advanced Translations' for days now and she finally had the chance to sit down with it tonight, without any distractions.

Tugging at the bottom of her jumper to straighten it, she closed the bathroom door behind her, soon realizing which bathroom it was; Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, hence the water on the floor. Honestly Hermione didn't care, the only reason people avoided it was because Myrtle had a nasty habit of popping up in peoples stalls when they would least expect it, and she enjoyed singing loudly in the ears of people who dared come in. Hermione knew the bathroom well, in second year this had been the hideout, the place she had brewed the Polijuice Potion for Harry and Ron.

Turning back around, the sound she heard then was one of the most unnerving she had ever heard. She could tell someone was crying but it sounded so much more desperate than that; it sounded as though the person was choking out a lifetime of tears, like someone had been holding back for so long and had now reduced themselves to angry tears, angry and terrified tears. Placing a hand to her chest, she literally felt her heart flutter at the sounded, it just sounded so desperate.

Walking further forwards into the light Hermione pulled her wand out of her robe pocket, using a non-verbal spell to light it. She could make out a person near the sinks; the crying person but she didn't know who it was, she couldn't see their face. Swallowing what felt like a stone in her throat, she took a deep breath before mustering every ounce of Gryffindor courage she had; this person clearly needed help, she wouldn't let her fear get in the way of that.

"Hello?" Hermione immediately knew it was the wrong idea the second the person turned around, the person looked dangerous, with a face full of malice and Hermione couldn't stop the gasp that tumbled from her lips then, she couldn't believe who it was, who had been crying of all people. Her fear escalated to a ridiculous high and she stepped back slightly, holding her wand up just in case. "Draco?" She spoke then, his name coming out in barely a whisper. "Draco" She spoke again with more conviction, she had two options here; run for it or stay and try and help. Her mind was screaming at her to do the former, but her heart? The very heart that had always been a sucker for tears was demanding she do the latter.

"Get out" The words didn't strike fear into her heart as she assumed they would, instead they sounded oddly pathetic. "Get out" Louder this time but again she wasn't scared, if anything she felt sorry for him, sorry for Draco. Tears began to streak down her own cheeks; mirroring his slightly. He looked so distraught, so upset and that honestly pulled on Hermione's heatstrings, it made her feel so much sorrow for someone she was so sure she hated. Biting down on her lip in the nervous habit, she took a step forwards, still keeping her wand aloft, the light from it ricocheting off the walls, casting dark shadows around the bathroom.

"No" She spoke taking another step forwards, Draco then took a step back but she continued onwards, her footsteps small and slow, but still she reached closer to him quickly, her eyes wary but her heart yelling at her to help him. "I want to help you Draco" She spoke under her breath glancing up at him, the feeling of five years of hatred just falling away as she noticed the desperate look in his eyes, how could she hate someone in that much pain? She couldn't even contemplate the idea of hating someone, hating someone who looked so agonized. "I need to help you" Her eyes burned into his as she spoke those words, and she was pleased when his expression softened slightly.

"Why?" His voice was gruff as he swept a hand across his face; clearly trying to rid the tears of his pale cheeks. "I've only ever been a bastard to you" He spoke and she flinched at the cursing, not because he delivered it with malice, because she had never heard Draco label himself with anything negative, had never heard him condemn himself to anything over than perfection, his self doubt assured Hermione even more; he needed her help.

"It doesn't matter" And oddly enough her hand reached up to place on his pale cheek, using her thumb to swipe away some of the tears. He looked at her bewildered before he leaned his face into her hand as more tears swept down his cheeks. It was the oddest moment, two supposed enemies leaning into one another, two supposed enemies finding comfort in one another. "It doesn't matter" She spoke again as she placed her arms around his neck, tugging him lightly into an embrace. He didn't flinch away from it, oddly he settled into it, his arms nervously winding around her waist as he rested his chin atop her head, the tears continuing as Hermione spoke again.

"Now why don't you tell me what's happened and what I can do to help"

End Flashback.

"Why did you come back Ron?"

Ron ignored Cho's words, his hands in a bunch on the table as he continued to look in his lap, his hair falling in strands to cover his eyes. He didn't want to explain his selfish and arrogant reasoning for coming back to London, for coming back to find his old life in hope of picking it up again. He didn't know how he could have been so stupid, how he could have thought Hermione would be single and pining for him, how he thought Harry would accept his old best friend back without a second thought. He didn't quite realize the damage he had done when he had left, the amount of pain he had caused the two other members of the golden trio, he hadn't realized it and he hadn't wanted to, he didn't want to think about how badly he would hurt his friends by leaving.

He remembered when Lavender had given him the opportunity. It was just after the battle, with the elderwand stored away and Harry's wand repaired, he had gone to take Hermione's hand but she had shrugged it off, instead walking into the Great Hall with Harry, the rejection had washed over him and he had felt hurt;..hurt that he knew what was to come. He could imagine the relationship he and Hermione would have; one sided and probably quite short. He had turned away to find Lavender stood their, her eyes filled with a haunting darkness, she was pretty cut up and Ron couldn't help but feel sorry for her, the earlier rejection still fresh in his mind as he looked down at her battered form.

She had asked him to go with her and the look of surprise on her face when he had agreed made Ron oddly happy, that Lavender still found him interesting, that Lavender wanted to know him and hold his company. They had left the great hall then, apparating outside the grounds. They had been quick to pack their stuff, Lavenders family lived in America so she had no need to say goodbye. Ron however, Ron wrote out five letters that day; one to Harry, one to Hermione, one to his Parents, one to his Brothers and a separate one for George. He had been in tears as he wrote them out; garbled explanations of his leaving, quick apology's at his abandonment. As soon as he had finished them he had ran for it with Lavender, his eyes streaming with tears as they apparated.

"Ron?"

He was jolted back into the moment as Cho spoke his name and he shook his head, he couldn't think of why he had left and the real reasons for coming back because they were just too god damn fucking painful. He didn't want to think about how his marriage had fallen apart, about how the entire life he had built for 8 years had just come crashing down, no one understood how it felt, how much it god damn hurts to loose everything. No one could understand, not unless they had experienced it as he had.

"Just leave it Cho, I don't wish to talk about" He spoke under his breath, he was met with the sound and site of Cho leaving, baby Lily cooing in her arms as she awoke. He felt a stab of pain hit his gut and he glanced down at the kitchen worktops again, why was everything so god dam unfair? Taking a deep breath her placed his hand over his ribs, as thought that would keep the pain away. Glancing upwards again he realized the kitchen was empty..

and he was alone again..

"Is everyone here?"

"Almost"

"Good" His voice sounded unpleasant, the kind of sound that made you cringe, like someone nails scratching on a window pane. "Good" He spoke again under his breath. Flicking his dirty black hair out of his eyes, he sat down at the long table, his glare calculating and cool as he stared down the 11 other people sat at the table.

The last member walked in, muttering a quick apology as they took their seat at the table, the black haired man said nothing for a moment before nodding away the apology. He rose to his feet, standing over the others as a leader would, the position of dominance.

"Now that we're all here, I can begin" He spoke the small chatterings that had filled the room died as soon as they had started. "We all know why we are here, why you have all been called. None of us have forgotten what happened ten years ago, and none of us every will, until he is avenged"

"Here, here" The group called and the dark haired man couldn't help but smile; a sinister smile that simply screamed evil.

"The Dark Lord will be avenged"

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so yeah bit of a cliffhanger there, just felt like doing something different tbh, so what do you guys thinks going on?
also just as a little note, I don't want to name names, but someone was rather rude in their reviews when picking out one or two grammar mistakes I made. I hate making mistakes but I often can't help it, I'm not perfect and these updates aren't easy to write, I try to write them as quickly as possible to update and often one or two mistakes may slip in. the person who pointed these out I understand where you're coming from, but it would have been nicer for you to contact me directly and alert me to these mistakes, rather than reviewing in a rather rude and unpleasent way. anywhoooo...
please review as always and I promise to try and get the next update up soon! laters m'lovelies.