Draco walked down the streets of Diagon Alley as the golden sun faded. With his father now in Azkaban and his mother working long shifts, he was staying in the Flaming Dragon, a better quality hotel than the Leaky Cauldron. He felt like a great boulder had been lifted off of his shoulders with his father gone now. He has always been such a stress to Draco, and he emotionally scarred him. He never treated Draco like he was a son; it was always like he had to be controlled to be like him, a death eater. But deep down Draco knew he wanted nothing to do with it.

He continued walking down the roads slowly. He was bored out of his mind, and it was still two weeks until he was to go back to Hogwarts. At least there he would have quidditch, and classes to take his mind off of this war and which side he would choose. He knew it was in his blood as a Malfoy to be in with the dark arts, but what if he could make that change? What if he chose the good side?

Then he stopped in his tracks when he realized he was in Slytherin. There has never been a wizard in Slytherin who didn't go over to the dark side. Perhaps he could be resorted. He recalled countless occasions when students thought that the hat hadn't made the right choice and had gotten sorted into another house, maybe he should take this chance and start over.

He started to walk back to the hotel. He was bored and lonely. He hadn't seen anyone worth talking to all summer. He had been in his thought the whole time he was here at Diagon Alley, not even caring about anything else. Typical, he thought to himself.

He neared the hotel and walked inside. He made his way toward the lounge and ordered a butterbeer. It was then when he saw the familiar face, and the bushy brown hair. She had her trunks with her and seemed to be having difficulties carrying them up the stairs. What would Granger be doing here? He questioned himself.

He shrugged and made his way over to her. Maybe she could be the one to help him. Help him change to be a better person. To be what his father never would be. What his father would despise.

He coughed when he got behind her which made her jump slightly and drop her trunks. She turned around and faced him. Oh great it's him, she thought to herself. "Malfoy, what do you want?" she asked exhausted. "Or better yet, why aren't you avoiding me or shouting obnoxious comments at me from across the room? I thought you were furious about your father being put in Azkaban, thanks to my friends and me."

She looked him over for a minute. He didn't seem the same physically. But that could mean absolutely nothing! He was much paler than usual and he had an expression of being lost in his own little world. He just stared straight at her. She waved a hand in front of his face. "Earth to Malfoy" she said hesitantly. He shook his head abruptly and realized where he was.

"Sorry Granger, just wanted to see if you wanted help with your trunks" he mumbled. She looked as him awkwardly. Now she knew something was defiantly wrong. She looked at him carefully again and noticed that his eyes were glazed over. She nodded as she picked up a trunk. Draco picked up the second, heavier one and carried it up the stairs behind her.

He followed her into her bedroom and set the trunk down beside her bed. She turned to look at him. "Draco, sit down" she said while sitting down on the bed herself. "What's wrong?" she asked worriedly. He turned to face her with his hair hanging in his face. "Hermoine, I need help" Draco said in a rather small voice.

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