Hermione opened her eyes. She awakened to the pleasant surprise of her eyelids not feeling as heavy as she had expected. She blinked twice, trying to focus in spite of her blurry vision.

Shit.

Two white tarantulas were crawling under the covers.

She blinked again and they were gone.

Shit.

The flashbacks of the previous night appeared as her mind craved for any logical explanation. The drugs. That was it. One may think that Ravenclaws could come up with something without any collateral effects…. But there she was. Hallucinating with giant spiders.

She tried getting up from the bed this time, though somehow the mattress was way below where it should be. The bed itself seemed to have turned into a puddle of linens that kept dragging her down.

Shit.

"Okay", she mumbled to herself. "This is just a hallucination, an altered perception of reality. You are fine. You´ll be fine" Hermione repeated over and over again. She stretched one foot out of the bed, onto the floor. Yes, this would help her to find some balance, to trick her mind away of the dizziness state it was. Then, she pulled her entire body to join her feet and stood up in a single, and almost steady, movement.

There was some steam in the air that came from the bathroom door and a minty scent that she knew so damn well.

Draco.

She looked around slowly, but did not find him. Instead, a little bottle on her bedside table got her attention. It contained a blueish liquid and next to it there was a note. "Drink." The astonish calligraphy and the bossy tone. Draco Malfoy at its finest.

Hermione wrapped her fingers around the bottle and took it near her mouth. She swallowed it until the last drop. Something spread from her throat to every inch of her body. A cold and numbing sensation, filling her veins, getting her back to reality… It didn´t last long. Just a minute or so. But she was overwhelmed by the disturbing feeling of not being in control. Suddenly, everything fell into place. Her hands felt as before. Her head wasn´t a chaotic and hectic mess. Her body was sore but functioning. She even felt hungry and thirsty, and oh god she was so unbelievably tired…

And there was something more…

Could it be anxiety? No, this wasn´t accelerating her body to the rhythm of her thoughts…

Maybe some kind of distress? Well, she might not be at her best but no…

This was devastating. Harrowing. Painful.

This was sadness.

Pooling in her stomach, corrupting her regained sanity…

Hermione inhaled deeply and got in the bathroom. It was Monday after all, and life doesn´t stop in spite of how much you want to. But before leaving for class, she couldn´t help to think…

Was sadness a product of her substance abuse?

Or was it the fact that he was gone?

That she was once again, all alone.

-"Miss Granger, you are late my summer child"- Mrs. Blithe said taking a sip from her steamy mug.-"Come on in, don´t be shy. You are not the only who couldn´t get out of bed this morning."- the DADA professor pointed a few sleepy faces around.-"A party on a Sunday night? What is wrong with you people?"- she shook her head twice.-"Back in my days those parties were on Fridays…."

Some smiles and whispers filled up the class. Professor Blithe was such a curious woman.

Hermione tugged a lock of hair behind her ear and entered the classroom trying her best to look normal, whatever that was.

In spite of her fresh look, aided by a long hot shower and the mysterious blueish potion, she was far from feeling actually normal. As the drugs had worn out, also had she. She could cope with the absolutely extreme level of exhaustion her whole body was going through...

but the sadness? It was eating her up.

The Gryffindor walked to her spot nearby the window, though she was called shortly after. The boards were back, so did the platforms. Duels on a freaking Monday? For Merlin´s sake…

Her eyes roamed across the room. Looking for him. As she always did, regardless he was supposed to be there or not. She was always looking for him. "There he is. And not a single trace of last night. How does he manage to look so awfully flawless all the fucking time?", Hermione thought, brazenly fixing her eyes on him. "Turn, turn, turn, look at me…."

And he did, encountering her in the most beautiful smile.

But much to Hermione´s surprise, he didn´t correspond. His lips were in a flat line, his jaw clenched and his eyes…

He was occluding. But what for? Why?

-"Miss Granger."- the professor called out.-"You are next!"

Hermione walked, absent-minded. Putting one foot, then another one. She hadn´t even checked the board. No. He was all over her. Shattering every other thought. Raising the sadness inside.

-"Brace yourselves, my loves. This is going to be fun to watch."- Mrs. Blithe exclaimed conjuring another cup of tea.

And then it struck her.

On the other end of the platform, Draco Malfoy was standing still.

Of course, as in real life, in the end, it was him against her.

She swallowed hard, lifting her wand with a shaky hand. Trying to find him, behind the silver barrier of his walls. But he, her Draco, was nowhere to be found.

"Sorry", the word resounded in her head before it hit the ground. He had knocked her down with just a flick of his wand.

Hermione tried to sit up, rolling her shoulders and back forward, but a stabbing pain in her right flank threw her once again to the ground. Instinctively, her hand covered the spot. A warm liquid stained her fingertips in a glistening shade of red. She turned her wrist slowly, looking at her palm with squinty eyes. Was that blood?

-"Again ?"- the professor huffed.-"What have I told you about sending your classmates to the Infirmary? The paperwork…"- she hissed pinching the bridge of her nose.-"Anyhow, well done."- she congratulated the Sly.-"Always remember my dears, hesitation is the enemy of success."-Mrs. Blithe finished before saying.-"Mr. Malfoy, take your partner to the Infirmary. She won´t get there by herself."

Hermione felt her body levitating, thanking the spell for giving her sore muscles a rest.

-"Granger, I…"

But she couldn´t hear the rest of his words. She had drowned in more than her blood.

-"I cannot believe this woman, this is absolutely barbaric…"- Madame Pomfrey hissed, putting bandages over her wounds.-"Making classmates attack one another, turning them into enemies…"

-"Madame…"- Hermione started softly.

-"Hush, my child. Try to remain still. You´ll be fine."- she said in the sweetest of tones.-"tomorrow morning you´ll be as good as new. Fortunately, Mr. Malfoy conducted the spell to produce minor damage…"

-"Malfoy…"- she repeated. He had hurt her. He had made her bleed.

-"Shh… silent."- she insisted.-"You must rest now. I´ll come back in a couple of hours. Once the replenishing potion has served its purpose…"

And with that being said the small figure of the nurse disappeared behind the white curtains of her bed.

Old Hermione would have convinced Madam Pomfrey to let her go. She would have whined, cursed and complained at the top of her lungs. Who was she kidding? Old Hermione wouldn´t even be there in the first place.

But new Hermione? She just remained silent, with her eyes lost in the ceiling, anesthetized by sadness.

Painkillers? Who need them when you are absolutely numb?

Dissociation is such a powerful coping mechanism. You may start doing it without even being aware of it, without even recognizing the source of your trauma, the reason that forced your mind to disconnect from the events going on around it. Sometimes, not being there is the only way to actually be there.

Hermione knew it and she withdrawn from the world willingly, eagerly. Losing touch had become the only way of going through the familiar faces that came to the Infirmary that day.

She did not want to see any of them.

Nor even Harry or Ron.

Words were meaningless.

It didn´t matter if they were in shape of optimistic sentences or jokes that aimed to cheer her up.

Every single one of them: utterly meaningless, almost idiotic.

There was no silver lining.

Nothing.

And the only person who could actually have said something…

Damn.

How much would she be able to give?

To take?

Hermione looked sideways as the light was being vanished by the overpowering night. She found figures in the shadows, seeing at the corner of her eye how people moved one way or the other in the Infirmary. Her chest expanded. A sigh of defeat.

If he had come…

If he had at least showed up…

She could have come up with an excuse. Another one in her long list of reasons for his wrongful behaviors…

But this?

His absence spoke a thousand words.

His absence was it.

-"Voldemort"- Hermione called out.

She pressed her hands on the mattress and pushed them back so she could sit straight. The clarity of the room allowed her eyes to perceive her surroundings better.

First, she was assaulted by a hideous mix of black and green, enhanced by the rays of sunlight coming through the windows. And then, by the mesmerizing view of what it seemed a real life sculpture of Adonis.

-"Haven´t heard that name in years…"- Draco Malfoy muttered moving to the side and resting his head on his hand.- ""Morning" would´ve been a more suitable greeting option, Granger."- he said before a naughty smile curved his thin lips.-"Or perhaps no words at all…"

Hermione scowled at him.

-"All right, all right…"- he huffed, turning over and sitting against the headboard.-"What is it now?"

-"This."- she whispered, hiking up the black tee he had borrowed her and exposing a white faded scar on the right side of her abdomen. Draco pursed his lips, a bitter grimace that matched the darkness in his eyes.

-"Granger…"- he started softly, stretching his arm to touch the only visible sign of pain he had inflicted her.

-"You weren´t the only death eater at school."- Hermione exclaimed, stopping the caress of his fingers on her wound. He shook his head to the side, incapable of looking up, at her. -"The Slytherin Party."- Hermione continued, soothed by the warmth his hand was infusing her.-"We really fucked up that night." Draco nodded slowly. -"So you hurt me to show them…"- she stopped, trying to choose her upcoming words wisely.-"to prove them, that I was just a pawn, a sick game of yours…-"the girl tilted her head, aiming for his eyes.

-"Granger…"- he repeated, finding flames in her gaze.

-"Let´s butcher Hermione in the middle of the classroom, so everyone can see what a big and bad death-eater I am."- she mocked, layers of anger overlapping with pain.-" Let her alone in the Infirmary, to rot in the thought of how little she is, of how a mudblood is nothing compared to…"

-"Granger!"- Draco called out in a loud and firm tone. –"Stop."- he commanded consumed in her fire.

Hermione let the air of her lungs came out alongside the frustration her flashbacks turned into dreams had aroused. Her reaction had been unfair. She knew better.

-"I know you did it to protect me."- she added lowering her voice.-"That´s not what´s bothering me." He raised an eyebrow. -"It´s not. I get it."- she reassured falling in his eyes.- "What I don´t get it´s why you decided to leave this memory." - he flinched under her touch.- "I know every single one of your tricks Draco Malfoy. And I am fully aware of how goddamn brilliant you are."- she could see his chest expanding with pride beneath her hands.-"So why? Why taking the time and effort to allow this to remain? Why did you want me to remember such an isolated and painful even that without any sort of context it would…"

-"To protect you."- he answered, running his fingers through his hair with annoyance.

-"You´d better find another reason…"- Hermione said folding her arms.

-"There isn´t."- he exclaimed plainly.

-"The war was fucking over."- she responded angrily.-"To protect me from what, then?"

-"From me."

Hermione remained still, as every word disappear from her brain leaving her mouth absolutely speechless.

-"I gave you a little warning, something for you to hold on to when your big plan began to falter…"- he said in disdain.

-"or when you…"- Hermione interrupted as things fell into place in her mind.

-"or when I began to falter, like I am doing right now."- he pursed his lips in disapproval-" So maybe out of resent, or survival, you´d stay the hell away from me…"

That was all it takes.

A speck of despair in his tone, the silver barrier of his eyes crumbling and the overpowering sensation of feeling care, absurdly and utterly protected.

Frustration. Anxiety. Anger. Everything perished under the acknowledgement of how far he´ll go to keep her safe.

Hermione moved all the way to his side. Sitting on the edge of the bed, with her legs falling to the ground and her hands falling on his forearm.

-"Guess I am more the death-wish type."- she said smiling at him.

-"Guess you are."- he whispered smiling back.

Draco leant forward, his fingers tangled in the wild locks of her hair, his eyes closed. He pressed his forehead against hers, brushing her lips softly.

-"We´d better keep going"- Hermione muttered under her breath, fighting against the massive force of his atoms calling for hers. The Sly nodded slowly, watching her figure left the bed in one steady movement. Her footsteps aimed for the bathroom, though the rest of her didn´t follow. -"Shall we?"- she asked tilting her head to the door, the hint of a smile flashing her face.

One second.

And he was on his feet, closing the distance between them.

Two seconds. And the steam coming from the shower was the only thing covering their bodies.

Three seconds.

And the warmth of his hands joined the hot water running through her skin.

Four seconds.

And he ghosted her collarbone, grazing her breasts, finding a grip in her tiny waist.

Five seconds.

And she tasted the droplets of water beneath his shoulder, leaving kisses, anchoring herself to the paradox of his touch, a rough softness that always got her wanting more.

Six seconds.

And water was the only thing standing between them.

Seven seconds.

And not even the cold marble behind her back was enough to stop her from burning inside.

Eight seconds.

And the limit between their bodies disappeared.

Nine seconds.

And he had taken over each of her senses. All she could feel. All she could listen to. All she could taste. All she could see. He was all.

Ten seconds.

And the earth stayed still. For a moment, everything began and finished right then.

Eleven seconds.

And she realized something.

There in his arms, there were no tenses.

Neither present, past or future.

Just time, stretching to infinity.

Hermione looked up at him. He was wrapping a black towel around her body, his eyes clear as crystal, his messy hair matching a genuine smile.

-"You are so beautiful it´s insane, Draco."- she whispered under her breath. He chuckled.

-"That head of yours might´ve hit the wall harder than I thought"- he muttered, covering half of his body with another towel.

Hermione just rolled her eyes at him. Still drunk in the exquisite liqueur of their orgasms.

-"Let´s get you something to eat."- Draco said rubbing his thumb on her left cheek.- "It´s still early. We can grab something at Hogsmeade´s before the train leaves…."- he continued.-"Don´t make that face, love. We´ll come back…."- the Sly stopped for a moment before he added.-"if you want to."

The girl struggled to form an answer. Did she want more? Did she want to keep digging up a past long forgotten? Did she want to keep shredding her mind in that way? Did she want the dreams? The nightmares? The forgotten feelings? The overwhelming sensations? The freaking pain?

-"I want you."

The three words left her lips before she could even foresee the consequences. But as she felt her face blushing in a lovely shade of red, she saw a dangerous glimmer covering his eyes. Her mind was racing, assessing the possible outcomes, creating strategies to fix the unfortunate sentence her mouth had let it slipped. So she was taken aback when his thumb fell on her lips, parting them in a soft caress. He then leant forward, taking them possessively. Voraciously.

-"I want you too."- he whispered.

Yes.

She´ll come back.

For more.

For everything.

For him.

This time they weren´t at the three broomsticks. Draco had chosen a nearby Café, closer to the Station.

-"Lovely."- Hermione expressed. It was lovely, indeed. Carved wooden panels stretched their way along the walls, marble table-tops shone beneath the light of chandeliers. It was a posh but somehow cozy place.- "I´ve never been here…."- she said looking around in awe.

-"I figured."- he answered in his signature smile.

The girl rolled her eyes at him for the eleventh time.

-"I don´t know how you managed to know all these places when you are so busy with your job, me and everything…"

-"Years of training, love."- Draco simply answered taking a sip from his tea.-"Not all of us were entitled to time-turners, you know."- a trace of jealousy in his voice.-" and then people lecture me about pureblood privilege…."

-"It was just a one-time thing!"- Hermione answered with her index finger in the air.

-"More of a one-year…"

-"I used it for classes."- she interrupted.

-"What about your little crusade to free Sirius Black and that hideous monster….". – Draco resorted.

-"His name is Buckbeak".

-"And the punching me in the face thing, not once but TWICE thanks to your little artifact…."

-"You absolutely deserved it" – Hermione established being unable to repress her lips from curving.

-"Maybe I did…"- Draco responded shrugging his shoulders.-"or maybe…. you were just a bully."

-"Come on!"- she exclaimed loudly.-"I wasn´t the one who called names to everyone in the freaking castle!"- the girl said trying to sound angry amidst her amusement.

-"No, you weren´t. You just hit those people."-Draco continued cheekily.

-"Well, you might be right…"- Hermione said softly, a devious smile curving her lips.-"I do remember watching you run scared out of your wits…"

-"Oh dear merlin, this weekend´s been too much. Look at you replacing memories with figments of your imagination…"- the Sly said, checking on her as if she was sick.- "I was slightly surprised, that was all."

Hermione bit her lip at the end of her smile, pushing back the intruder thought that showed her a scenario in where drinking coffee and having conversations with him could be a real thing, a possibility, an option.

-"You shouldn´t ve done it, you know."- Draco suddenly said, his fingers were playing with a silver spoon, his eyes fixed on her.

-"What do you mean?"- the girl frowned in confusion.- "Someone had to teach you, little spoiled brat, how to have some empathy and fucking respect for all living creatures."

-"Yeah, well…."- the Sly continued taking a bite from his pie- "It wasn´t a smart move. It completely gave you away."

-"What?"- Hermione asked bewildered.

-"That you fancied me, Granger. Your move made it absolutely evident…"

The girl chuckled loudly, covering her mouth with three of her fingers.

-"You can´t be serious!"- she added, shaking her head.

-"Of course I am."- Draco said dramatically.-"There isn´t anything to worry about."- he continued, tugging a lock of hair behind her ear.- "I fancied you, too."

-"Was that so?"- Hermione asked sarcastically.

-"Positively."- he said.-"You looked so cute in those muggle jeans you used to wear."- his eyes moved left, projecting images in his mind.- "and when you hit me, oh for merlin´s sake, thinking you could actually hurt me…."- he bit his lip.-"your naivety was such a turn on, Granger."

The Gryffindor shuddered. His words affected her in ways she was not willing to accept. A heat wave burned every inch of her skin in anticipation, in reminiscence.

-"Although…."- Draco continued interrupting her thoughts.-"it wasn´t until the yule ball that I came to realize what you were hiding under those ink stained loose robes."- his lips fell on his cup, his eyes setting her on fire.-"and in the last years, with that little skirt of yours, oh…I´d fucked you into oblivion."- he stopped, pleased and aroused with the non-subtle shade of red her cheeks were getting.-"Well, as a matter of fact, I did." – he finished in a scornful smile that sent shivers to her spine.

Fuck.

-"You didn´t look half bad yourself…"-Hermione dared to say biting her lip.-"While black might be your signature colour, pure white suited you just as well."

There she was. That bold version of herself that only he always manage to get out.

-"May I tell you a secret?"- she whispered leaning forward. Draco nodded softly, intrigued and enchanted by her mischievous display.- "That night, I looked at you for quite longer than I should have. I even wanted you to ask me to dance…"- Hermione confessed as her cheeks acquired a scandalous blush.

-"May I tell you another one?"- Draco asked pressing his elbows on the table to moved forward.- "I almost did."

-"You´re lying."- the girl said defensively as her heart pounded hardly.

-"Bloody hell, I am not."- he hissed.

-"You? Draco Malfoy? Asking a mudblood to dance?"

-"Oh Granger, I wanted to do so much more with you that night…"

-"Please…"- Hermione said.

-"Trust me on this love."- Draco said, restraining his overflowing desire.-"But that pathetic excuse for a quidditch player did not leave you alone for a fucking minute."

-"Victor?"- the girl asked frowning.-"Thought you were a fan."- she finished in a naughty smile.

-"I was."- he admitted.-"Before he took what I wanted."

-"Draco…"

His name rolled out of her lips as a plea, his words spinning madly inside her head. Her hands found a way to his fingers, sliding across them in a sweet caress that aimed to sooth the aching pain that reminiscing a past time always brings. Draco found comfort in her touch and a blazing fire that threatened his sanity as his gaze stayed in her eyes. He was going to say something, when a familiar voice interrupted.

-"Teddy, my dear, would you mind holding this for your auntie?"- a feminine pitch ordered. It belonged to a refine woman, dressed in pale sultry robes. Her luscious hair fell along her back, shaping her aristocratic features and shining as the light reflected on the locks near her shoulders. That voice, those manners, that platinum hair…

-"Mother"- Malfoy exclaimed bewildered.

-"Draco, dear."- the voice resorted.-"Teddy say hi to your cousin."

The blonde left his seat, kissing his mother on the cheek before turning to face the little boy.

-"Hi there, mate."- he said, bending his knees to get to his eye level.-"What´s with the blue hair? Green would be so much better…"

The little one gave a smile, before his hair acquired a shade that´d make Salazar Slytherin proud.

-"Much better."- the Sly affirmed.

-"Draco."- Narcissa scolded.-"Do not bias Teddy with your personal remarks and preferences."-her fine hand fell on the boy´s head.- "Great wizards have come from every Hogwarts house. You´ll make us all proud, wherever you are sorted, dear".

-"Wow…"- the blonde exclaimed.-"I did not know that you were aware of the existence of the other houses".- he teased, getting a glower look from his mother.

-"Miss Granger, Hello…"- Mrs. Malfoy said politely, diverting her attention from Draco.-"I apologized. In spite of being a full grown up man, my son tends to fall in childish behaviours." Draco made a grimace, though he chose to remain silent.

-"Good morning."- Hermione greeted.-"I do understand Mrs. Malfoy."- she added in a coy smile, getting a curious look from the blonde.-"And I highly recommend you don´t visit his office, or that idea could be re-enforced.."

-"I am afraid it´s a little too late. I´ve already have. Though it looks more like a Honeydukes store than an office at the Ministry…" -"It sure does."- the brunette agreed.

-"Nice…"- Draco murmured dragging each vowel to the extreme.- "Girls should stick together, right?-"he asked raising a brow.-"What about you Ted? What do you think?"

-"I think your office is really cool. Uncle Harry told me you gave him four chocolate frogs the other day…"

Hermione got startled by the mention of his friend´s name.

Harry…

-"I did. But you know your uncle, he managed to eat only one as three of them fell down the open window…"- Draco added and a sweet laugh emerged from Teddy.

-"Dear, would you mind getting something for your aunt?"- Narcissa interrupted, receiving a curious look from her son.

-"May I get a chocolate cheese cake for myself?" – Teddy asked in a plea.

-"Only if you bring a lemon tart for me."- Mrs. Malfoy added before turning to Draco.-"Darling, why don´t you help your cousin?"

Draco hesitated. What was her mother doing? Why did she want….

-"I keep Miss Granger company."- the woman finished, seating next to the girl.

Malfoy reluctantly moved forward, uneased.

Hermione looked at Narcissa out the corner of her eye. In a way, she reminded her of Pansy. Delicate, yet a fearless nature was portrayed in each of her perfect mannerisms.

An intimidating woman Narcissa Malfoy was.

-"I knew you were not going to be that easy to get rid of."- she said, silencing the girl´s thoughts.

-"I beg your pardon?"

-"You heard me the first time, Miss Granger."- Narcissa remarked politely.- "And I also knew you´ll find your way back."- she added promptly.-"Life is always teaching us lessons."- her gaze travelled to the figure of his son and Teddy in front of the pastries display window.- "And it certainly has a way of putting those who play god´s role in their place."

-"Mrs. Malfoy…"- Hermione started not being able to form a sentence. What she could possibly say?

-"Don´t worry, my child."- Narcissa muttered, turning her deep-blue eyes to her.-"I am on your side. I´ve always been on your side."

She wanted to say something, anything. But questions sprang up in her mind, quickly, violently. So many bloody questions, that she couldn´t even manage to ask one of them.

-"Having a pleasant conversation, aren´t you?"- Draco said sarcastically as he took his previous seat.

-"We are indeed."- Narcissa answered sweetly.-"I was asking Miss Granger about her current endeavors at the Ministry."- the woman continued.

Malfoy raised a brow in complete disbelief.

-"I bet you were."- the Sly said giving her mother the lemon tart with a threatening look.

-"They didn´t have chocolate cheese cake."- Teddy said.-"Draco said pecan pie would be as good, but I am not so sure."- he finished, pinching a piece of it with his fork.

-"It is, trust me."- Malfoy exclaimed.

-"Perhaps Mig could cook some of it for dessert tonight."- Mrs. Malfoy exclaimed softly.-"Your cousin might join us, if he still remembers where the Manor is located."

-"Mother"- Draco said sharply.-"Of course I do. I was there last week."

-"Ages ago."-Narcissa said dismissively.

-"I´d be delighted but unfortunately, Miss Granger and I have to part. Our train is leaving soon."- the Sly exclaimed standing up and pulling Hermione´s chair for her.

-"Oh I see… maybe the following week then"- Narcissa said in a sweet voice.-"Miss Granger, if you´d like to accompany us, you are very much invited."

-"Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy. I appreciate it. We´ll…."- the girl answered shyly.

-"We have to go."- Draco interrupted.-"Mother."- he greeted her.-"Keep it that way, mate. It certainly looks better."- he complimented in a wink pointing out Teddy´s hair.

-"Goodbye."- Hermione said before turning on his heels and left.

-"What´s going on between you and your mom?"- Hermione asked bluntly.

-"Nothing"- the Sly answered lighting up a smoke.

-"It didn´t look like nothing to me."- the girl said frowning.-"There was so much restraint… it was almost painful. And what with the passive aggressive comments? I though the Malfoys knew better…"

-"Well, we clearly don´t."- he hissed, taking a drag.

-"Draco…"- Hermione scolded as she stopped walking.

-"Fine, Granger. Fine."- Malfoy said angrily.-"My mother and I have been having some sort of disagreements…"- he answered cautiously."- For years now."

-"Disagreements? Over what?"

And then she knew. With the face he made, she fucking knew.

Disagreements over her.

The words that have been rambling in her head finally got a meaning. "I am on your side. I´ve always been on your side."

Of course. Narcissa Malfoy had been on her side. Absolutely, as if it could´ve been any another way.

She had been on the said of erasing Draco from her life. On the side Hermione took when she made him obliviate any trace of a shared life.

What could be more convenient to her? With the mudblood out of the picture, she could just go and betroth her precious son with a plain elitist that would made him miserable for the rest of his days.

Of-fucking-course, their bloodline would remain perfect. Their son will continue their legacy of loveless lives ruled by prejudice.

And her? She was just a mudblood. Nothing. A mild inconvenience. Something they did not even have to get their hands dirty to get rid of.

She had done it herself.

-"Over…me?"- Hermione dared to ask in between a storm of vacillations.

-"Yeah…"- Draco answered exhaling deeply.-"You."- he put his cigarette on the edge of his thin lips, inhaling, as if this was supposed to give him strength.

All the anger she had felt, immediately turned into sadness.

-"But it´s not what you are thinking."- Draco said throwing the smoke to the ground.-"Mother did not want you to go."- he exhaled.-"She did not want you to forget."

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