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Her hands trembled harshly as she picked up the letter. It was his alright. She had received so many from him, back when... She was certain that it was his.


She looked around her once more as she opened the letter.



Isn't it beautiful Granger? I know you love fireworks. These were the best I could provide for now. She's a very beautiful girl, isn't she? For a whore of a mudblood anyway. She certainly cried like one when I took her. She begged just like you. Mudbloods are all the same after all aren't they, Mrs. Potter?

Expect no mercy love, for I have none

Your Dragon


The tears welled up in her eyes. As she read his words, his cursive writing had not changed, still elegant, and graceful letterings, but his words...


She could her his voice hissing that word in disgust, Mrs. Potter

She bit her lip and turned from the body.


She stood up and leaned against the dumpster for strength, she couldn't hold the disgust any longer.


She held her knees as she vomited beside the body.


He wasn't Draco anymore.


He had become something much worse.


A true Malfoy.



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"You will not see him again, do you hear me Granger!" he demanded as he stood in front of her his eyes blazing with anger.


Hermione remained calm, knowing that his anger would soon pass. She had dealt with his jealousy before. And after a lot of fighting and tears, had become rather immune to it by now.


"Draco calm down." She said lifting a hand to cup his face lovingly.


He brushed it aside harshly and scoffed.


"Calm down? The boy wonder has just professed his undying love for you and you want me to calm down?" he asked increduosly. "No, Granger, I will not calm down until you swear you wont' hang around him alone anymore."


"Why Malfoy? Afraid he'll make a move on me? Are you afraid that I might like it.?" she teased, and as soon as the last words escaped her mouth she knew she had hit a hot spot as Draco's eyes flashed darker once more.

"Just stay away from him Granger." he said through his clenched teeth.


"Draco Malfoy how do you propose I do that? He's my best-friend."


"I don't know. Just do."


Hermione laughed. The boy had lost his head.. Feeling too tired to argue she walked past him and laid down on the couch with her eyes closed.


She felt him follow.

"Give him a chance? What the hell is he anyway ? Fucking cupid. Throwing a stupid love bow around ?" Draco roared mockingly, as Hermione just kept her eyes closed exhausted.


She laughed quietly at Draco.


His head snapped at her direction, he was still angry.


"It's not valentines yet Draco. I think you've got the wrong holiday."

She said very simply, giving him a shining grin.

His body immeadietly relaxed, and laughed with her.


"Not too early for mistletoe's though is it?" he asked grinning slyly moving towards her.

"I'm too tired Malfoy." Hermione stated with her eyes closed. " I need some..." her thought ended there, as Draco soothed her muscles, in ways she didn't even know possible.


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She shivered against Harry as she laid awake listening to the noises in the night. She could not remove the image of the dead girl. She turned from her husband and looked out the window beside their bed.


The moon shone silver tonight. It was as if nature too had turned on her.


Sighing with the knowledge that this was going to be one of the nights she would not be able to ignore her memories of him, she slowly and very carefully crept out of her husbands bed. Her husband, who after a tiring day at work similar to hers, could always find peaceful sleep. He had once sweetly confessed that it was because she was there beside him.


She walked towards the living room where she laid down once more. Closing her eyes, but not sleeping.


In these nights, when the moon shone silver, her memories of their time together became so vivid to her that she could feel every smile, every touch, she could even appreciate the intensity of their fights.


Even now, after seeing what he was capable of, she could not bring herself to stop savouring her memories of him.


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The door banged loudly and every servant in the house started in their sleep in surprise.


The master was back.


His footsteps were could barely be heard, but his robes fluttered in the air harshly as he moved to his study quickly. His mind was racing. She had been there. Chasing him down. He locked his door not wanting to be interrupted by a blasted house elf wanting to give him some warm milk.


He needed to think.


He had done it. Accomplished the first step to his plan. Soon he would be able to show the full strength of his powers.


Soon any remnants of the good had borrowed from Hermione while they were together would be completely gone. Soon. She would be his again. No matter what it cost.


He had been hungry at the sight of her. Had savoured it, until he had sensed her auror training kicking in, and had been forced to flee.


He had not expected to be that hungry for her. But after tonight, he realised that he was starving.


He turned his chair towards the large window.


And with a quick, and quiet murmur, he opened the blinds.


The moon was shining silver tonight.

A cynical smile passed over his lips as he thought of his past lover's words on a night they had both watched the moon shining silver.


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They had both sneaked out of the school, in the pretense of finding some more slavia doece for their potions project,, which as everyone knew only grew and therefore be found at night.


So they had stolen away to the dark forest, without any thought for their safety, both assured in the knowledge that they could fight anything of themselves. Malfoy had a bad effect of making Hermione break the rules. Much like her own two boys, funny enough.


They laid down together watching the night sky wrapped in a warm blanket which laid warmly over the snow, holding each other.


The moon had been full that night, and grew so big in the sky that after a while, it was all they could look at.


Hermione had smiled. And he curiously asked her why.


" It's the moon" she had replied. " It so silver it could almost be your eyes." she had said her eyes shining with affection at the moon.


"Yes, I suppose it could." he had replied.


"When the moon is full and silver like this Draco. I'll always think of you." She had vowed.


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Draco wasn't smiling anymore.



Even if now, she didn't remember her vow anymore. After witnessing what he had done.



She would be thinking of him tonight anyway.






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