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Disclaimer- See chapter one
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"Then what are you here for?" Hermione inquired.
"The same reason you are," Draco replied smoothly. She could tell that he was looking at the scar on her cheek.
"You mean to say that you are here to relieve yourself of all the pain of your past through your music only to have it wash back over you like a wave washes over the beach. To have all that pain come back one hundred times worse when you stop playing the music?" Hermione asked. "I don't think so."
"Well, I do," he answered. "And if that's why you're here, I think we should become better acquainted."
"Are you flirting with me?" she asked.
"If you think I am, it isn't intentional," he said truthfully.
Hermione didn't say anything for a few moments. Then, "How can you, of all people, feel pain? You have everything anyone could possibly want: parents that love you, good marks, a place on the Quidditch team, and members of the opposite gender throwing themselves at you, groveling at your feet."
"Oh, how little you know me, Miss Hermione," he said. "I don't have parents that love me. You have good marks as well, don't you? My place on the Quidditch team means nothing to me. And you don't realize it, but members of the opposite gender grovel at your feet as well. There are guys who would do anything for you. They would lay their lives down for you. You're so beautiful, intelligent, kind, trustworthy, and talented."
Hermione gaped at him. "You flatter me," she said flatly.
"I just want a friend. You can't really call Crabbe and Goyle friends. They're just boulders, waiting for someone to insult me so they can beat them to a pulp. I want real friends who care about me and I care about. I want friends like yours. Harry and Ron care about you so much, Hermione. And all I want is for someone to care about me as much as they care about you," his voice was soft and gentle. This was a side of him that Hermione had never seen before.
She looked at the ground for a few moments then said, "If you'll excuse me, I was kind of in the middle of something." She turned to go, but a hand wrapped around her upper arm, holding her back. She turned again to stare straight into a pair of crystalline silver- blue eyes that were full of emotion.
"Let me play with you, Hermione," Draco pleaded. Hermione recognized some of the emotions in his deep blue eyes: pain, and sorrow. But there was something she didn't recognize there, too. No one had ever looked at her as Draco Malfoy looked at her now.
She turned to face him fully and said, "Let me see your trumpet."
"I'll trade you, trumpet for flute," he replied, a small smile forming on his lips.
"Agreed," she said. She held out the silver flute with gold fastenings as he did likewise. They sterilized the mouthpieces with their wands and played. A perfect harmony came from the instruments, came from the opposites that were really quite alike in many ways.
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This is where I leave you, for now. And again, please review.