Chapter 6:

Dear Ginny,

I am aware that Hermione promised to keep you fully updated on all that is happening over here. Before I say anything you must read the whole letter, not just come bargaining in once you read the first line. Understood? Good. Now, recently your big oaf of a brother showed up trying to kill you're lover boy. When Hermione tried to stop him, that son of a hippogriff tortured her. THEY ARE BOTH FINE. Harry is getting better every minute and will be up by tomorrow. Hermione needs her rest and her sleep. Scar-head will be more then willing to fill you in more.

Sorry about the bad news,

Malfoy

P.S. I sent you're brother to St. Mungos in case you are looking for him.

"IS HE KIDDING? THIS IS NOT OKAY!" this was the red-heads response to what Draco thought was a very straight forward letter. The young girl's face was dangerously close to being the same color as her hair until she began to reread the letter. 'he called me Ginny. He saved both of them? He used Hermione's real name…' Because Ginny Weasley is smarter than the average bear, she knew Malfoy had feelings for Hermione just by that letter. She decided not to go over there seeing as she was stuck with her mother trying to find Ronald. 'Now I know where to look thanks bud' she smiled to herself and sat down to answer the letter.

Draco was now lying on his bed with his hand under his head and his feet crossed over one another. It was nice to have his bed back, Harry had been doing so well lately that he moved into the guest bedroom downstairs and was planning on going home to his fiancé by tonight. Draco suspected that the only reason that he stayed this long I the first place was to look after Hermione. She was still not feeling well, not because of the torture but because she mentally could not stop thinking about it.

"Draco" although she hardly raised her voice, Draco heard her clear as a bell and leapt off the bed to make sure she was okay. To his surprise, she was walking around reading a book that he didn't recognize.

"Feeling better?" he asked so sweet that he caught her off guard and she blushed horribly before controlling herself.

"Yes much better. But I don't understand how he got here without us knowing" Draco took a step closer, Hermione didn't seem to notice. He closed the door behind him and smiled at her, again she didn't notice. "it's not possible for him to apparate directly into the house and we her sort of like a doorbell sound when someone apparatus onto the stoop." Her frowned at her and instead of asking her what a door-whatever was he stepped closer and took the book out of her hands "what the h-"

"Shhh" he whispered and put the book back on the shelf in which she had kept it for the past couple of days. "Stop harping on it Hermione. Its over, he will never come back." She smiled up at him and realized how dangerously close he had gotten during there conversation. He could tell she felt awkward and therefore moved back a step and opened her door.

"Why did you save me?" her words were ice cold and they hit Draco like a ton of bricks. Before he could answer however, she continued to talk. "You had no reason to save me. You could have walked out of the room and acted like you didn't see anything, yet you didn't. Why? I', just a filthy little mudblood to you aren't I?" at those words Draco literally flinched. Hermione noticed this and gave him a look of confusion mixed with sadness.

"Hermione Granger" he took a step closer to her. "I would NEVER walk out and act like I didn't see anything. Maybe years ago, yes, but not now. I've changed. I feel Hermione and I care." He paused trying to make his words sink into her skin. "and don't you EVER say that you are just a filthy mudblood that is not true at all! You are smart, sometimes scary, loyal and so much more" He knew better than to move towards or away from her because she would someone twist that movement against him.

"WHY SHOULD I BELIEVE YOU! YOU TREATED ME LIKE DIRT FOR YEARS AND NOW ALL OF THE SUDDEN YOU TURN OUT TO BE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!" at that she stormed out of the room and what Draco guessed to be to Harry.

Draco walked miserably back into his room and slammed his door shit. "silencio" he murmured while flicking his wand, and then he through a complete fit. He threw every single object that would move and started to angrily yell at the once that didn't. His hands were shaking and his silver eyes were swimming with tears.

"Stop it. You are acting like a five year old for merlins sake Draco!" To be honest, at first he thought it was in his head, but then he realized that that was not possible. He turned violently around, only to find himself face to face with his mother.

"Mother." He said it as if it were being pulled out of him and he certainly did not look happy to see her.

"Draco dear I came to give you this. Your father is not very happy with you. I know you love her dear but your father doesn't understa-"

"My father doesn't understand anything but being a puppet mother!" he shouted fiercely and she sighed as she place the piece of parchment on the boy's bed.

"Good bye my son" she said caressing his face, he sneered at her. "Be careful with your father dear." And then she vanished in a black swirl. He picked up the piece of parchment and read it loathingly/

My Dearest Son,

I'm sorry to hear that you have gone absolutely nuts without my guidance. I was in St. Mungos yesterday and Mr. Ronald Weasley was talking rather loudly about how you saved Hermione from what she rightfully deserved. Now your mother tells me that your are in love with that know-it-all mudblood, but lets get one thing straight; I Don't Care. You are disgracing the family name and I will not tolerate it. If this continues I will have no choice to take brutal actions. Don't you dare underestimate me Draco.

Your father.

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