Draco walked down the pier and sat down. As he stared blankly out onto the
bay his thoughts wandered to the way his life always seemed to get screwed
over. The most recent battle had been between him, his father Voldemort and
Dumbledore.
Draco had looked over just in time to see his father crumple and fall to the ground after the Dark Lord had muttered the curse that would take the life from his body. Draco still remembered how the Dark Lord had said "Avada Kedavra." And the malice that had been in his voice. Then he painfully remembered how the Drak Lord turned to him and was about to commit his life to the same fate as his father's but just then Dumble dore stepped in and stopped him. With the help of Draco and the Dream Team (A/N Mione, Harry and Ron) Dumbledore had sent the Dark Lord to the grave for the last time and everyone was left to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives and mourn their losses.
Draco had not had anyone to mourn with although he had many to mourn for. It had been three years since the Dark Lord had been killed but Draco was still not healed emotionally all the way.
Someone had been walking down the pier but Draco had not noticed her until she was standing above him. He pulled out his wand and sprang up out of instinct.
"It's only you Granger. Do you really have to make someone have a heart attack?"
Hermione sat down. "I'm sorry Draco but I was in the neighborhood and saw you sitting alone over here and decided to see how you were doing."
"Not good. It's been three years and I'm still having trouble dealing with what I saw."
"I am too but maybe together we could deal with it." Hermione suggested hopefully.
"Me deal with my problems with a mudblood?"
"Yes."
"I.I. don't know." Draco stammered.
"Come on how hard will it be?"
"I.um. ok I guess."'
They both stood up and Hermione gave Draco a hug. He hugged her back with tears threatening to pour from her storm cloud grey eyes.
Ok how was that? If I get 5 reviews I keep writing.
Draco had looked over just in time to see his father crumple and fall to the ground after the Dark Lord had muttered the curse that would take the life from his body. Draco still remembered how the Dark Lord had said "Avada Kedavra." And the malice that had been in his voice. Then he painfully remembered how the Drak Lord turned to him and was about to commit his life to the same fate as his father's but just then Dumble dore stepped in and stopped him. With the help of Draco and the Dream Team (A/N Mione, Harry and Ron) Dumbledore had sent the Dark Lord to the grave for the last time and everyone was left to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives and mourn their losses.
Draco had not had anyone to mourn with although he had many to mourn for. It had been three years since the Dark Lord had been killed but Draco was still not healed emotionally all the way.
Someone had been walking down the pier but Draco had not noticed her until she was standing above him. He pulled out his wand and sprang up out of instinct.
"It's only you Granger. Do you really have to make someone have a heart attack?"
Hermione sat down. "I'm sorry Draco but I was in the neighborhood and saw you sitting alone over here and decided to see how you were doing."
"Not good. It's been three years and I'm still having trouble dealing with what I saw."
"I am too but maybe together we could deal with it." Hermione suggested hopefully.
"Me deal with my problems with a mudblood?"
"Yes."
"I.I. don't know." Draco stammered.
"Come on how hard will it be?"
"I.um. ok I guess."'
They both stood up and Hermione gave Draco a hug. He hugged her back with tears threatening to pour from her storm cloud grey eyes.
Ok how was that? If I get 5 reviews I keep writing.
