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Chapter 10- Confide

Hermione managed to make up all of her missed class work. Ron and Harry were busy strategizing for their first game against Ravenclaw, Hermione was still feeling depressed and had convinced herself she was a failure. She was sitting alone in the prefect common room sulking when Draco walked in. He seemed really upset. Was he crying?

"Malfoy?" She called seeing him run past her to his room and locking the door behind himself.

"Alohamora," she said giving him a taste of his own medicine. She walked into his room, "what's wrong?" she asked actually a bit concerned for him, but more concerned she was going to get her head bite off.

"Nothing Granger." He insisted.

"You were crying." she stated.

"Wow, you're brilliant, you are. Want a bloody medal?" he retorted.

"No."

"Well, what are you doing here still mudblood?"

"I think you've covered every insult possible at this point, you really should give it a rest," she sighed. He looked up at her, and was that sympathy she saw in his eyes?

"Sorry. I didn't mean what I said." he admitted sounding much more sincere than his last attempt at an apology to her.

"Don't be, you were right."

"No, I wasn't. Your really smart. Sure anyone can read. But you understand it quicker than anyone else." he offered. She shrugged it off, still not convinced that she wasn't a total failure at life.

"Well, what's wrong with you?" She asked trying to turn the tables.

"Like you care," he scoffed.

"No, your right I don't care… I just came in here because I am bored to death. You might as well let me in on what's wrong though… Now that I'm here." she joked. He forced a laugh.

"It's nothing you'd understand anyway… I'm not some evil Death Eater like you think." he blurted out, which to Hermione seemed totally random.

"What?" she asked, throw by his statement.

"It's my dad." he murmured and tears rolled down his face. Hermione sat down on his bed looking into glistening his steely blue eyes. She hesitantly reached out for his hand. "He is a death eater." That was no surprise to Hermione though. "I used to think I wanted to be one. Because he is. Then I saw what he does. Killing people, destroying lives… I don't want that. I have to pretend to be something I'm not all the time now. So he doesn't kill me. I don't even know who I am anymore."

"Your Draco." she told him squeezing his hand softly.

"Yeah, Draco Malfoy. Damn Malfoy. Damn, death eater family. Damn pureblood. I can't change who I was born as. I'm stuck living up to some destiny. Destined to be a Malfoy. Just like my father." He spat.

"No, Draco. You don't have to be your father. You're not your father. You're Draco. You can change your fate with the choices you make." she told gently still holding his hand. He looked so hurt, and fragile. Like he was going to shatter into a million pieces at any second.

"But I'm always pretend to be someone I'm not. It's taking over. I say things I don't mean, without even trying. It's become natural for me to be mean." He confessed, "Like what I said to you. I didn't want to say it… I actually like you. But I'm a Malfoy, I can't. I have to hide. I don't have anyone to talk to. Crabbe and Goyle are death eaters just like Malfoy's. I'm alone."

"Your can talk to me." she offered smiling. He looked up at her. His blonde hair falling into his eyes. What was this? Draco was being nice, and she was being nice back. His hand reached out and cupped her face.

"Thank you." he managed and leaned in kissing her gently on the cheek. She could feel the blood rising to her face as she blushed a bright shade of pink.