"Good morning Draco!" Hermione said at the table the next morning. Draco stared at his surroundings. He was not use to being in such a place. "Would you like some cereal?" she asked him. Draco looked at her. "Sure?" he said still looking around. She passed him the box and a bowl. Draco stared at the box. Not quite knowing what to do. "Where is the cereal?" he asked curiously. Hermione laughed "You have to pour it out of the box yourself". Draco grabbed the box and pour him some cereal. He was not ready for this strange place. At his home, he had house elves and magic to do such simple tasks as this.

Hermione sat nervously eyeing him, seeming as if she was wanting to say something, but couldn't get it out. "Is something of matter?" Draco said. "Oh no, it's just odd seeing you with your hair down for once, you always seemed to have it slicked back." Hermione spoke quickly lowering her head blushing. "Does it not fit me? I'll change it back I guess" Draco spoke putting his hand in his hair. "No! I like it, make you seem less like the old you, and more like a new you" she smiled. "I was wondering, I'm going to the park in a short while. I always like to start my vacation there. Would you like to join me?" she asked slightly showing signs of hopefulness. Draco stopped to think. It wasn't like he had anything else to do. It might be good for him to get out and see and learn the muggle world. "Sure, It might be interesting to go". he said. Hermione's face held a large smile.

The sun was shinning brightly, feeding the flowers that laid strewn through out the park. Hermione laid out the blanket on a grassy spot beside a rose bush near a park lake. Draco had stopped to stare at the plane that went over head. He looked at the kids playing Frisbee not far from them. It was all, so strange and new. He stopped though. What caught his eye was more beautiful than any words, he looked and saw Hermione on the blanket. Her long hair flowing down. She wore clothing that was almost no different than her Hogwarts school uniform. Draco moved to the blanket and sat beside her. "It's very pretty here" he said. Hermione stopped and almost gasped. It was strange to hear the once hateful slytherin speak such things. "I know, I love coming here during the summer and reading" she spoke while staring at him. Hermione pulled out a book, it was Romeo & Juliet. "What book is that? Draco asked while staring at the book. "You don't now Romeo & Juliet?" she asked . "No, is it a murder mystery? He said dumbfounded.

"It's a story about two people who are in love, and how they really can't be together" she spoke. She eyed him and moved closer while explaining the story. "Will you read it with me?" he asked. Draco stared at her and nodded. Draco squeezed closer to her, almost having her lay in his arms, as she read the story to them. Draco smelled her hair, and began to drift his thoughts away from the story she was reading and onto her. He never wanted to come here, but it's almost as if he'd never would regret it now.

The two sat reading for hours, until finally the summer sun began to set. They headed home, smiling and laughing. The two of them carefree. Yet, Draco was always reminded of the fact that he was being hunted in the back of his mind. He kept close watch of his surroundings always feeling like he was being watched. When the two arrived home that afternoon. Mrs. Granger has begun preparing for dinner. Hermione decided to help out her mother, which left Mr. Granger and Draco to set the table.

Draco sat at the table with three people he thought he never would eat with. He thought how in the past he would have scoffed and thrown the food away or make a comment. That was what he was, and not what he is. Draco ate the meal laid before him, smiling and his eyes drifting on and off to Hermione. "How it is it? She asked. "Oh, very good, but what is this called again?" he said eating some more. "It's pork chops with green beans. He didn't want to hurt the girl, but he did not yet know what he liked, and whatever this stange food called chops of pork. It certainly wasn't something he cared for.

After dinner, the family moved to the living room, to watch tv. Draco had a hard time following what was going on. The news was on. "Oh look dear, another one of those strange killings." Mr Granger said to his wife. Draco lifted his head. "Strange killing?" he asked. Mr. Ganger began to speak "Yes, it seem some maniac is out killing his victims by stabbing them with poison. It's very disturbing, but don't worry as long as your at our house. You are safe". Draco stopped, "He was safe" he thought. Nobody had ever really said that to him before, let alone a muggle. He didn't understand why muggles did the things they did. Yet, he thought about the death eaters, lord voldermort, and his father. They were no better, no worse, than anything the muggles had. Draco looked at the family sitting with him. He felt warm inside. Something he was never allowed to feel. Something he cut off.

He asked to be excused. He needed to be alone for a little while. Today was a big day for him. He adjourned to his room, where he sat down on his bed. He reached into his luggage and pulled out a piece of paper. It was from Albus Dumbledore headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Dear Draco,

I know the accommodations we have given you are not to your usual standards and seem out of place for you. A slytherin staying with a gryffindor must be hard on you. Yet, we chose this because it seemed it would be one of the few places they would not look. The Grangers accepted you without even worrying for their safty. They are good people. I knew you are good as well. Do not let what you were taught as a child, make you into the man you are now. Let what you feel do it. I await your return to Hogwarts. Hopefully by then we will have word on your hunters.

Sincerely

Albus Dumbledore

Draco closed the letter. He began to cry. It was one of the first time in his life he cried where he was not afraid of being beaten or punished. There was no father to tell him he was a Malfoy, that they do not cry. The tears flew. He let out all of the hurt that was hurting him for so long. The pain of not knowing who he himself was or is. He thanked the headmaster for always seeing through himself. He wised that in the 5 years of schooling in the school, he would have given him more respect.

Hermione stood peeking through Draco's door way. The door had not been shut all the way, and she could make out Draco in the room. She saw his sadness. It was hard for her to believe such a boy, could cry. It was not that she was heartless, it was what she herself was taught. Taught that slytherins and Malfoy's were nothing but bad. Yet, Draco wasn't bad, least not anymore. She wanted to go in and hug him, or just touch him and console. Instead she felt the cold shape of tears hit her hand. She realized she herself was crying. She entered her room and thought about the cold things over the years she said to him. If only she knew she thought, how his life was hard. She got ready for bed and went to sleep.

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"Have you found the boy yet? A voice rang out of the shadows in Knockturn alley.

"No, but we have word that he is somewhere in the muggle world." a very feminine voice spoke.

"Find him, and kill him before he realizes the truth, do you understand?" the shadow said before disappearing completely into the darkness.

"I will not fail you my lord. The Raveness, never fails" the feminine voice spoke before she stepped out in the street and left.