Author's note: I had a bit of a blank so this is late… Sorry… Don't hate me…

Disclaimer: It's depressing already that I didn't come up with this, do you have to rub it in by asking me to tell you that this world of wizards and witches BELONG to J.K. Rowling. Thank you very much!

My Bleeding Heart

Black is my world. Black is my life.

We all treaded carefully and walked slowly as if someone would hear us if we walked too fast. Quietly we tiptoed out as if the world would break out from under us. What we saw was the exact reason why we there was a war. Why so many died.

On the wall were pictures of all the muggleborns in Hogwarts, on top were the words: Don't think that it's over yet, MUDBLOODS.

After a few moments of shock, everyone began muttering.

"Hey look! What's that?" one of the Creevy brothers shouted.

The photos flickered, and then the photos changed. They became photos of the family of the muggleborn. Each face was circled expect my parents' faces which were crossed out.

"NO! NO! It's just a joke right? Just a stupid joke that some sick person has come up with, right? Harry?" uncertainty laced my voice. I was shaking. Tears had formed yet again, this couldn't be happening today. It had to be a bad dream.

"I'm sorry, Miss Granger, I was just about to inform you that the entire house was burning," Headmistress McGonagall said gravely.

Everyone looked at me with pity in their eyes. Perhaps it was because I had had too much of pity filling people's eyes while staring at me, that I ran and ran.

I found myself at the top of the Astronomy Tower. The sky was black. It looked as if someone had painted it, as if someone knew how I felt and did it for me.

My world was now black. The white had officially left. My last happiness had died with the news of the death of my parents.

What was there left for me? What could I do? Who was there to pick me up again?

The people, who used to be there, were now dead.

My life was now stained black. No one would be able to get me back to the way I was. Or so I thought.

"Funny… How life can just end?" he snapped his fingers then looked at me through his stray hair covering his eyes.

"Not really… I've kind of got used to it," I said shortly. I didn't really want to talk to the blonde. What I needed was to be alone.

"Is that how you really feel?"

I looked at him confused.

"You said you wanted to be alone. But aren't you already alone." He stared out. "None of your friends are here, are they?"

"They know I need time, not somebody to pester me about how I feel."

"Come on, give me a chance," he smiled, a real smile.

I looked at him sideways. I realized that I didn't know the person next to me. There was a rather comfortable silence that filled the room.

"I know what it feels like, one minute they're still there in the next they're gone. All I wish is that I had just one more minute to be able to apologize," Malfoy said this sadly.

"Why?" What he said had intrigued me. I didn't know why but I felt sorry for the boy… no… man leaning against the wall.

"Some things are better left unsaid."

One month and 2 weeks later

I don't know why but I keep coming back to talk to him. It's so weird despite the fact that the boys and Ginny hate him I couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

Every week we would meet up at least twice sometimes every day, we talked about our lives, how we felt, the weather; basically we talked about anything and everything. Perhaps that's when I felt something other than hate for Draco.

He was vulnerable and scared. He didn't have a choice unlike many on our side. I began to understand him better and with that understanding of him I began to fall for my childhood bully. Ironic isn't it? The person I had hated more than Voldemort was now the person I couldn't imagine my life without. To him these conversations were just something to pass the time. For me they were so much more. I wouldn't say that I loved him at this point but I was quite close.

He cleared his throat while coming into the room, "What are you thinking about?"

"Who said I was thinking?" I said teasingly.

"I know when you're thinking, you get a distant look on your face. Your eyes get all unfocused. And you start to drool!" By the time he had said that last part he was roaring with laughter.

"Oh very funny!" I giggled, "But you should see your face when you think, you frown and look all upset. At least I look happy."

We carried on speaking until dinner time.

"I better get going before the boys start to worry. You should to go too. Zabini will be looking for you."

I turned to leave when he grabbed my wrist.

"Wait. I've been meaning to ask; have you got a date for the Masquerade Ball?" he asked in a soft voice.

"No, no one's asked me."

"Would you mind going with me then?"

I bit my lip and looked down. "Um… I wouldn't mind at all," I replied with a smile and looked up at him.

He let go of my wrist, "I guess I'll see you then."

"Yes, bye!"

That was a nice ending to her black world that now appears to be brighter. Please review, mark as favorite, subscribe, anything! *puppy eyes*

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