Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling, I own nothing so you can't sue me! (sticks tongue out) HAHAHA!

A/N: I'm sorry the last chapter was SO short, but it was the best I could think of. I promise that I'll try to make this one longer.

This is dedicated to Peachy, a.k.a. scarletangel, my evil classmate, seatmate, and friend.

HERMIONE

She woke up and fell out of her chair, making Madame Pince shake her feather duster at her. "Shush! We are in a library!" Hermione sighed and stood up, taking the book she was reading to its bookshelf. While putting it back, another book fell out. She bent to pick it up and stopped. It was a book referring to Harry that was required in their first year. A horrible, untreated anger that had been kept inside for years bubbled out and she picked up the book and with all her might, threw it with all her might into the Restricted Section. The tears started falling, and then she ran out of the library.

DRACO

Draco could tell that she cried. Staring at the flames in the hearth, the light flickered on her face, and created a halo around her. Hermione's amber eyes, usually sparkling. were bloodshot. She wasn't speaking, but that didn't bother Draco. Only that she was crying. Why was that bothering him? "Granger, are you all right?" Damn you for acting like your father.

"Yeah." She got up and looked at him. "Do you want to survive this year? I mean, it's our last, we want to enjoy it right?" You don't know how much I want to stay here.

"Yes?"

"So let's try to be civil to each other." She didn't really look like she was thinking much about this topic though.

"All right…?"

"Good night then." Hermione left Draco to stare at her back.

HERMIONE

Why am I breaking up like this? WHY?, she thought while conjuring up a piece of paper and pencil and sat down. She sketched, the lines pouring from the tip of the pencil, forming random shapes. This was her way of relaxing, letting her anger out. She got better each year, since Harry and Ron started treating her like a sick dog, that is. Hermione took a look at what she was drawing and stopped breathing. Cold, silver eyes stared at her from beneath carefully plucked eyebrows, lips in a sneer. She drew Draco?!? Hermione almost ripped up the piece of paper, but gazed at it for a while. It really looked like Draco. His cold silver eyes, that sexy blonde hair that was perfectly styled. Oh my gawd, what's wrong with me? Sexy hair?

DRACO

The dungeon floor was piercingly cold as Draco's face was shoved into it, his screams ignored.

"Shut up, you fucking idiot boy!" Lucius' fists pummeled to the side of Draco's head, turning him over. "What is your decision?"

"I-I-d-do-don't-k-kn-know! W-why are you hurting me?" A sheet of crimson blood blocked Draco's view.

"Our family is sworn to be faithful to the Dark Lord!"

"No! Don't hurt him!" A slim woman who was heavily bruised flashed by, platinum blonde hair whipping about as she took the blow for him. "He's your son godamnit! Luciu-"

"And do I care? He's only a sniveling bastard!" The sound of a large slap resounded in the dungeons ad the sound was horribly etched in Draco's mind.

"Don't you dare call him that! He's twice as good as you'll ever be!" A swift punch came Narcissa's way, silencing her cries.

"Shut up, you bitch! And I will inform you that I have only put up with you and him because every Death Eater needs an heir!"

"Is that so?" Draco whimpered, watching his family fight while he started backing away.

"Yes! Yes! Has it taken you so long to find out? I. Have. Never. Loved. You. Or. Him!"

"So I-I'm just a side time slut?"

"YES, GODDAMNIT, YES! How long will it fucking take you to find out!" Lucius' cold eyes travelled to Draco as he whipped his wand out. "Boy."

"Ye-yes f-fa-father?"

"Witness your mother die. AVADA KEDAVRA!" Draco screamed, the shaft of green light enclosing around Narcissa, only giving her enough time to frantically mouth the words, "I love you."

Lucius ignored his son's weeping as he lifted his chin. "And another thing."

"Y-yes-f-f-father?" Why? Why? Why?

"Don't. Call. Me. Father."

"NOOOOOO!" Draco fell out of bed, headfirst. Rubbing the bump that had started swelling on his forehead, he noticed he was sweating. He was gasping, his breath harsh. The nightmare. Why did it have to come back now? His eyes were dripping, but he held the tears back. He hadn't cried since he was eleven. There was no more space for emotion in that heart.

Chocolate brown hair peeked out from behind his door. "What the hell is going in here? And why is the Prince of Slytherin doing on the floor?"

He stood up and dusted himself off. "Nothing, Mu- Hermione." She snorted.

"Did you just…?" A delicately plucked eyebrow arched suspiciously.

"What?" Draco looked at her icily.

"Call me Hermione?"

"Get used to it, my dear know-it-all. I want to live this year."

"Um, are you all right?"

"Peachy." With that, he turned away. Long after Hermione's soft footsteps faded away, he curled into a ball and gazed out the window, pondering his pathetic, useless, meaningless life. Mother was the only person who ever loved me.

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~~~Goddess~~~