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They all trudged up to bed, and after taking showers in each of their own bathrooms, Hermione walked up to her room. A few minutes later, Draco trod up the same steps, and saw Hermione's closed door. Here, unlike in Hogwarts, guys could get up into the girls' dormitories, since everybody had their own room. Hearing muffled sobs in the room, he muttered an Alohomora and stepped inside to see Hermione with tears streaming down her face, and a picture of her family in her hand.

He trod softly over to her, and sat down.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Hermione threw her arms around Draco and started sobbing into him.

Draco was bewildered. He rarely was in the room with a crying female, and it unnerved him.

"Err...." This was awkward for him. He tried comforting her in the only way he knew, the way he'd been comforted as a small child.

"Shh... it's all right... don't worry..." He rubbed her back in circles and cradled her gently.

Eventually her tears subsided, and she looked up at Draco.

"I'm sorry, it's just that...after they died...it was like..."

"...Like there's an empty hole in your heart, that you can't keep living with them there, why couldn't they be here instead of you, you wish it'd never happened, like you'll never be complete until you have them back?" A single tear found its way down Draco's face. Hermione gave a small nod, her eyes were watery. Squeezing his eyes shut, he whispered, "I know."

Taking deep breaths, he reminded himself that he shouldn't-- couldn't, let Hermione see him like this. Weak, and helpless.

'But she already has, remember, when you first came.' 'It won't help if we're both crying, I might upset her more.' 'She'll understand, and maybe sharing your pain is better than keeping it all inside.' 'But, Makayla, she

He was distracted from his thoughts by Hermione.

"You can let it all out you know, you can tell me." "No," Draco told her. "You first, you need it more. Tell me everything. Please." He pleaded, looking into her eyes, when her gaze faltered slightly. He knew it would help her, but in order to help her, he needed to understand, so he needed to know.

She took a deep breath.

"I don't know really. My mom, my dad, and even my brother. I never really knew my brother, but I heard he was magical. All I know is that my parents sent him away in secret to America, because they'd seen signs of magic, I guess. It was when my grandparents found out, they were horribly intolerant of 'that improper behaviour,' which was magic. I heard that I had an uncle before, but he was disowned, when he got his Hogwarts letter. I was born after my grandparents died, so I wasn't forced to leave or anything like that." She sighed.

"My mum and dad were wonderful people. Mum loved to plant flowers, and she loved her job, though I could never understand her obsession with drilling in peoples teeth. I remember the day I got my Hogwarts letter. She told me she knew I would make a great witch, even if I was born a muggle. She told me she believed I would go far in the wizarding world, and she supported me wholeheartedly. Dad was so nice about it all. Sometimes I'd talk about something, and he wouldn't really get it, I knew, but he would always make me feel proud of who I was and what I'd done. He told me to strive to be the best, and he was so proud of me when I did well on my tests. What he told me always got me through my tough times, like when I felt bad about being called names, like when you called me mudblood."

"Sorry about that... I was just... I missed my sister so much making other people feel bad made me feel better."

"Tell me about her."

He let out a shuddery breath, and began.

"She was so innocent, she didn't deserve it. She was one of the kindest people every, especially for a Malfoy. If anything, I should have been in her place. I was the mean one, I deserved to go through her hell. Wherever she went, I hope she can finally be happy."

"Who was it?" Hermione questioned.

"Makayla." Draco closed his eyes, lost in thoughts of the past. Playing outside in the rain. Him and Makayla celebrating when he'd gotten his Hogwarts letter. Having tickle wars, and nights spent outside, and then creeping back in before their parents found out.

"My sister." He said, when he saw Hermione looking confused. "She was my best friend. When I left for Hogwarts, she was stuck in Durmstrang. But she was always strong about it, she never complained once. One day in the summer after fifth year, I found out she was gone. Nobody would tell me anything. When I heard that the Death Eaters had 'disposed' of her I decided Death Eaters were scum. They took away the person that mattered most to me, and they would pay. I loved her dearly. She didn't deserve to have to leave so early. She was only 17, it was two days before her birthday." He looked down. "And I never got a change to say goodbye," he murmured.

Hermione sighed.

"You know what, we're actually a lot more alike than we thought. I mean, we lost family close to us. I lost my brother, who I never got to know, my mum and dad, you lost your sister, your best friend. Your parents are now dead. All we have left are friends, no family, really. You made your pain felt by others and you worked, I just used it all in work, and I would cry every night for them. I felt so alone, even when I talked with Harry, because he never knew his parents. I actually got to know mum and dad. But you know how it feels. Thank you, Draco." She said, engulfing him in a hug. He squeezed her tightly to him, reveling in her warmth.

Then without warning her stomach growled. She looked at the clock.

"Woah, it's already 2:30!?"

Her stomach growled again.

Draco laughed. "Want to go and get a snack?"

They went down the stairs, and before their eyes was Snape, sitting at by a coffee table, with a magically-enhanced black contact lens on the table, muttering to himself.

"Well it seems that Carri has again decided to postpone the tour, little procrastinating brat. Let's see, this little speck of dust is really annoying me. Stupid extensions."

Snape then proceeded to change his hair to a normal brown color, and, with a spell, made it shorter. His eyes were strangely brown now.

Something in Hermione's mind clicked, he reminded her of somebody she'd seen in a family photo album.

"Uncle Rick?" she whispered.

And he turned around.

A/N: Hehe... Snape is UNCLE RICK! Errr... Read and Review plz! =D

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