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Love me like you do

Summary: One lie, that destroys Hermione's whole life. Harry and Ginny believe that lie, so there's just one person to comfort her. Who, you may ask? Of course, Draco Malfoy.

The Letter

Not three seconds later and Draco and I are back at Malfoy Manor. We sit in the huge living room.

"Well, how was it to finally get around people again?", Draco asks grinning.

I smile. "Yeah, fine, you were right. It was surprisingly good."

"Good. Because..." He stops and looks at me with a weird face.

"What is it, Draco?", I ask worried.

"The both of us...have to...go to work again on Monday", he finally says.

I gulp. "Oh."

"I know you don't want to run into Potter, but..." "I can't not turn up for work."

"And see it like that: Potter is an Auror, he doesn't even work on the same floor as you, and he's often on duty", my huge teddy bear tries to cheer me up.

I nod. "You're right..."

"And I'll pick you up for lunch, yes?", he says.

I grin. "Okay, but we shouldn't cause too much of a scene."

"That's gonna be hard. I mean, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, Death Eater and Muggle-Born War Heroine! If that isn't the perfect front page!", he laughs.

I join in. "You're right."

"Miss, there's a letter for you", we suddenly get interrupted by Mimi, one of Draco's house elves.

"Thank, Mimi", I smile.

Draco treats his house elves surprisingly good. Each of them has a specific number of days off, and he even offered to pay them, which they wouldn't accept if their life depended on it.

Just now I notice that nobody should write to me, other than the Ministry.

I gulp.

"What is it?", Draco asks.

"That's probably me getting fired", I say.

"Oh, come on, a letter from the Ministry doesn't look like that. Neither a seal, nor Kingsley's handwriting", Draco says and smiles at me encouragingly.

I open the letter with shaking hands and start to read.

Hey Hermione,

We're really sorry that we only contact you now. We hope you're alright, considering the circumstances. We're sorry that we just let you disapparate like that. We should've stopped you, but we reacted too late.

We wish we could prove the truth, but Ginny and Harry still don't want to listen to us. They trust our brother blind and still believe every word he says.

Where we're on the topic Ronald...we can't believe that he really is our brother and not just lies, but goes to the Daily Prophet with that lie. He may not tell his whole made-up story, but he says you cheated on him and broke his heart, yada, yada, yada. In that sense, we understand that you just disappeared in the last weeks. But it's just unfair. He's just an arse.

He's so stupid. He's dating Lavender Brown 'for two days' now.

Alone the fact that he has a new girlfriend so soon, even though you were his 'true love', should already be proof enough, but our sister doesn't see it. She and Harry say he's earned himself the happiness with that daft dimbo. But he should never be happy again!

We would just love to expose our brother, but we can't. He swears every time that you've cheated on him and not the other way around. He turns the story around and exaggerates it. It's bad enough what happened to you in the first place. But in his version, where he's the victim, it's even worse. We want to spare you the details, but be warned.

But we've gotten wind of you having to work again on Monday. We just wanted to say that Harry and Ginny are really mad. Even more so than five weeks ago. Please stay out of their way at work.

But we don't want to scare you! The chance of you running into one of them is very small, because Ginny and Ron have practice — the World Cup is coming close — and Harry mostly has missions.

We miss you and just wanted to tell you again that you can always come to us and that we'll always be there for you. Unfortunately we weren't there for you in the last five weeks, even though you've needed us then, after all that shit. But if you don't have a place yet, you can always move in with us.

We love you,

Fred and George

I look at Draco.

"It's from Fred and George. Can I please have a quill, ink and parchment? And borrow your owl?", I ask him.

He instantly gets everything and I start to write my reply. When I finish, I read over it again and then look at Draco, who looks at me expectantly.

"What did they write?", he asks.

"They told me what happened in the last five weeks. Ronald turned the story around and even exaggerated it. He's even gone to the Prophet with it. Monday's gonna be hell", I sigh and continue trying to keep the tears away, without success. The first tear runs down my face, when I remember the last paragraph. "And they offered me to move in with them", I add...

"Thanks for everything, Draco. Thank you for being there for me in the last five weeks. You didn't have to do it, and I'm very very grateful for that", I finally say.

Draco looks at me with wide eyes.

"You want to move out?", he finally asks stuttering.

AN: Sorry, a cliffhanger. I would publish the next chapter, but I haven't translated it yet