Title: That Night

Word Count: 679

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A/N: Hey guys, well remember a year ago when I said I would update soon and that I had ideas, yeah well I don't remember what those ideas were... But I'm baaaaaack! Love ME!

Hermione's POV

I tried to gasp for air but nothing filled my lungs. Tears sprang from my eyes as my stomach tied into knots. This couldn't be happening. I let out a heart breaking scream and crumbled to the ground. My body shook with sobs. Harry and Ron rubbed soothing circles on my back.

Dumbledore had thought that I should hear the news from my best friends. Earlier that day my parents had been murdered. They were unprepared and unarmed against the skilled death eater named Lucius Malfoy. He had been found and sent to Azkaban to await the dementor's kiss. After what seemed like hours I finally found my voice and told the boys that I needed to be alone. They looked at me with sorrowful eyes and enveloped me in two warm embraces. With their final condolences they exited the Head's common room.

I quickly ran to my bedroom knowing that the head boy would be arriving from his rounds shortly, and he was the last person I wanted to see after hearing the news. I felt like I was in a daze. My head was pounding, my nose was running, and my eyes stung as they grew more and more blurry. I threw on a pair of black and white plaid pajama pants and a black tank top before I curled up on my bed and struggled to keep my cries to a reasonable volume. I was staring at the picture of my parents and me on vacation in France on my bedside table when a sudden knock startled me.

I tried to stay quiet and pretend I was sleeping but my sniffles must have given me away. I heard him mutter alohamora and I squezzed my eyes shut and tried not to move as I heard the door swing open.

"I know you're awake." I heard the familiar voice drawl, but it lacked it's usual cruelness. I opened my eyes but I did not face him. I was no longer pretending I was asleep but I did not move. I heard him sigh from the doorframe.

"Look, I'm not used to stuff like this but I'm really." He paused and I could imagine him running his hands through his platinum hair before he continued. "I'm really sorry. About your parents. I'm sorry that my father, that he-" He sighed. "That he was responsible. I want you to know that I had no knowledge of it and that I'm not like him. I'm really sorry." I heard him turn to leave, and then almost as if it was an after thought he added, "Hermione." That was the first time he had said my first name and his tone was full of sincerity.

The door clicked shut. I stared at my wall for no more than a second before I felt an irrational urge. I don't know what made me do it. Perhaps it was my emotionally weak state, an overwhelming need for comfort. Maybe it was the way he seemed to have proved himself, or maybe it was the way my name sounded on his tongue. I jumped off my bed and flung open my bedroom door. He turned around when he heard my door open, his pale pointed features etched with surprise.

"Draco," I whispered his name as my voice broke into a new round of sobs. I ran toward him and through my arms around his muscular frame. At first his body tensed under my touch but soon his arms wrapped around me and stroked my hair as he led me to the common room couch. It didn't matter that he was the son of the man who murdered my parents. It didn't matter that we were enemies, that he was a pureblood and I was a muggleborn. All that mattered was that we had both let our guard down. I had seen how genuine he could be and he had seen me break down from my usual cool composure. That night, Draco Malfoy held me lovingly until I cried myself to sleep in his arms.

A/N: Well nothing is stopping me now that I'm back, not even the stack of summer homework that I haven't started! :) Love you guys! Review please!