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It was said that all is fair in love and war. What happens if you weren't planning for either? That you were caught in the middle and you can't seem to get out of it. Hermione watched the dragon as he slept on, the moon casts his face in a vulnerable light and he seemed to be at peace. "I'm sorry." She whispered, brushing a stray hair from his face, watching as his eyes moved. She waited until they fluttered open and finally focused on her. They held no passion, no hatred.
Friendship was there.
Love was there.
"How do you feel?" He asked as he sat up, noting that they were in his room and she was already dressed.
"Better." She tried for a smile but lacked the energy to keep it. "I'm sorry." She told him as she fiddled with the bed sheets.
"For what?" Draco lifted her chin so that he could see her face, "I knew you wanted me since the first day you've seen me."
Hermione blinked and turned away from him, her lips lifted into a smile. "You always knew how to get to me." Shaking her head, she took his hand in hers, squeezing it tightly. "We're friends right?" She searched his face for a sign; desperation caused her eyes to cloud with tears.
Draco didn't say anything. He stared at their entwined hands, blinking when he felt the first drop of her tears. Looking up, he was surprised to see tears in her eyes. "Why are you crying?" He asked her softly, brushing her tears away with his free hand.
"I desperately need a friend, Draco." She choked out. "Only a friend." She added when he started to open his mouth, "Nothing more. This won't ever happen again, I promise."
Draco slowly pulled his hand away and looked away from her. He drew his knees in and rested his arms on them, "I can't be your friend. A Malfoy and a mudblood? My father will never let me live if he finds out."
"He has no hands to wield a wand; he has no hands to beat you. What else can he do?" She spat.
Draco looked at her sharply, "How did you...?"
Hermione stood up, "There's more to me that meets the eye, Draco. Much more." Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath and slowly let it out before she opened them again. "I need a friend, Draco." She shook her head when he opened his mouth to speak, "Someone that I can talk to. Harry will never be able to understand. And Ron... he can't even begin to understand."
"Understand what?" There was fear growing in him, but this was not of her, rather, it was fear for her.
"I'm not who you think I am."
"Who are you?"
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"Voldemort had a son?" Harry stared at the parchment in front of him, "How?"
"I would think the usual method." Professor Snape drawled from his place in the corner of Dumbledore's office. "Aren't you a little too old for the birds and the bees?"
Harry flamed up, but he ignored the jibe at him and waited for Dumbledore to speak.
When Dumbledore did speak, Harry was surprised at what he said. "His daughter was taken from him and was raised by squibs in the muggle world."
"Why?"
Dumbledore did not expect such a question and he fumbled for a second, "Voldemort had been attacking muggles for years, we had hoped that by hidden his family away from him among the muggles, he wouldn't dare attack them in fears that he would kill his own kin."
Snape snorted, "And our supreme leader failed to realize that Voldemort is a cold-blooded snake who would not let such a thing keep him from his goal."
Harry was troubled. He knows it's more than that. Voldemort's wand was made of the same material as his. Their blood was mingled. If he was in Voldemort's shoes, ripping his family away from him like that would only serve to destroy his mind. In some ways, it's easy to see how Tom Riddle turned out the way he was.
Born to a muggle who didn't want him. A witch too scared to keep him. Family that turned him away. And finally, family that was ripped away. No wonder he turned out so twisted. He never had someone to love and be loved in return. He was an orphan.
Just like Harry Potter is.
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"Who do you think I am, Draco?" He blinked and suddenly she was dressed. All in black, her red hair streaming down. Slowly, from the top of her head, her hair turned a rich ash black. She blinked and her soft brown eyes turned a smoky black, "Who do you think I am, Draco Malfoy?" She asked him again, he voice growing lower, sexier.
He stood up slowly, taking in her transformation, not daring to blink lest she disappeared before him. Her ruby hair was now midnight black and the eyes that bore into him was dark and deep. He was drawn in deeper than he wanted to.
"I..." He licked his lips, "I think you're... you're..." He bit his lip, not wanting to say it, "I don't know." He whispered hoarsely, not wanting to believe it.
"You know, Draco." Hermione hissed softly.
He stiffened at the sound of the parseltongue.
In a reverent whisper, he finally managed, "You're Voldemort's child."
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AN - Sorry for the shortness, but I'm having trouble writing this story. And I figured a short chapter is better than no chapter. Hope you guys like. Any thoughts are appreciated.
I need a beta reader!!! Somebody please help! You get to read all my pretty ficcys!
Thanks go to: WhiteDragonHawke
