Chapter Two:


"Mr. Malfoy you have a visitor." His nurse said moving into the room.

"Oh goody, who pray tell is it this time?"

"Hello Malfoy." Hermione said moving form the doorway and sitting in the chair next to Draco's bed.

"Why if it isn't Granger. How good to see you." Malfoy drawled.

"Actually it's Weasley."

"Well isn't that nice. You and flaming head got hitched."

"I would appreciate it if you would not insult my husband."

"Well I would appreciate it if you would ask me the damn questions you were sent her for and leave." Draco snapped.

"I wasn't sent here to interrogate you Draco. I wanted to see if there was anything I would do."

"Why? I'm not going to be your charity case. I don't need it. I case you forgot my father died all those years ago and I inherited everything I need no ones money."

"I wasn't trying to give you charity." Hermione snapped, "I'm trying to be friendly."

"Why would I need you to be my friend?"

"Have any of your others visited you?" Hermione asked.

"How is that any of your business?"

"Its not." Hermione said getting up and moving to the widow on the other side of the room. She looked out of it for a while before turning back to the blonde and asking,

"Why were you so hurt?"

"I fell down the stairs." Draco replied sarcastically.

"Fine don't tell me. I still want us to become friends."

"Don't hold your breath."

"I won't, but you'll see. We will become friends."

Hermione moved out of the room and Draco collapsed back into the itchy hospital bed.


Draco was lying in his hospital bed. It had been a few days since anyone had come to see him. He was starting to get a bit restless. Every time he asked the Doctors when he would be allowed to leave they gave him some cryptic answer.

So Draco was standing staring out of his window nothing exciting ever went on. People walking about, meeting friends. Simply going about there little lives.

Draco didn't know how long he had been looking put the window when he was interrupted by the door to his hospital room flying open and a pregnant Hermione waltzed into his room.

"Granger! What are you doing here?" He snapped?"

"Just decided I'd stop by." She said plopping down as gracefully as a pregnant women can in one of the chair lining his bed.

"Why?"

"Because I told you I'm going to be your friend, so I have to act like I am right?"

"Fine, if you're so intent on being my friends, then find out when I get to leave."

"You get to once an Aruor says your ready, and not a danger." Hermione said,

"You're an Aruor right?"

"Yes."

"Then tell them I'm fine."

"I'm not sure that you are." Hermione said, "however I shall visit you every day and if you get better I will have them let you out in a week."

"Get better? How the hell do you see that I'm not fine?" Draco asked twirling around. "Not injuries, no missing body parts, no reason to be in St. Mungo's."

"We'll see." Hermione said, Draco glared at her shortly before turning and looking out the window again.

"Doesn't Potter work with you?" Draco asked after quite a while of the room being silent. Hermione's head snapped up from where it had been examining the room Draco was in.

"Excuse me? Was that supposed to be funny?" Hermione barked anger flashing in her eyes.

"How would it be funny?" Draco asked turning to look at her. The angry girl he saw before him was a great shock, "what did I do?"

"I can't believe you had the nerve to asked that. To still make fun of him."

"What are you on about Grang... Weasley?"

"Harry's dead. You know that. Every one does!"

"What?" Draco asked sliding down the wall onto the floor. "When? How?"

"You don't know?" Hermione asked skeptically. "It was every where. How did you miss it?"

"Please, what happened?" Draco asked desperately.

"He was on a raid about five years ago. No one knows how he got… killed. All we know is when the party that was sent got back he wasn't with them. We sent hundreds of people to look for him. We searched for as long as they'd let us, they classifieds him dead." Hermione looked over at the blonde huddled by the wall head buried in his hands, "how could you not know?"

"Shortly after school got out, I returned home. I thought I had to enough to leave someone important to me to do it. While there I realized I didn't want to be. I didn't need to be. I tried to leave. My father wouldn't let me. It would ruin his plans. Nothing was allowed to do something if he didn't want it to. Nothing. He locked me in one of the dungeons. Every day he came and asked me if I'd come to my senses. Everyday I told him I would never work for Voldemort. Never be on the side trying to kill the one person who meant so much to me. So a few months past and something odd happened. It wasn't my father who came down to see me. It was Blaise. He greeted me like and old friend and let me out. He asked why I was in there but I never would tell him. He said my father had died, and the wards dropped. Several Death Eaters were swarming around. I didn't get told about Voldemort's defeat for a few days.

"Finally I got them all out of what was now my house. I went looking for my mum and found she had been murdered, by Lucius. She had been trying to help me. He didn't like that.

"I finally thought I was free. I wanted to go and find this person. The one I had wanted to see again for months. It seemed like it had been forever. But like all plans you make, most never come about.

"A new group started to form. I was to be one of the heads. No one really questioned why I had been locked away or why I hadn't become a Death Eater, and with my father not here who was to tell them about how I really was?

"Attacks were planned and I foiled up every single one of them without anyone the wiser. Until recently, the latest one I stopped, and Blaise found out. He called me a traitor and took me back to the group. They tortured me asked me how I could be this way. And I told them, I told them about how idiotic there ideas were. About how I would never believe them and act upon them like they were my own. How I had never wanted to nor gone over to there side of things.

"I was only able to escape because if the stupidity in the group. Most of the followers in my opinion have no brain at all. The headcounters for said group were in my Manor. While they had stopped with me for a few minutes to discus what to do next I had lowered the wards and apperated into the ministry." Draco pulled himself off of the floor and walked to the bed not looking into Hermione's eyes because anything he saw there could not be good.

"I never knew what was going on out side of my house, out side of our little group and before that. The paper never came to the Manor after father died, and I never participated on any of the raids.

"I never knew Harry died." Draco said so softly Hermione almost missed it. The words were said with so much sadness.

"Who was it? Who was this person you would do anything for?" Hermione asked.

"The boy who was my lover during the last year and a half of school. The boy I didn't' know till after I left him I needed." Draco said, he opened his mouth as if to continue but only started to stare.

"Who?" Hermione asked after the silence had gone on for many minutes. Draco didn't acknowledge that he'd heard her. He just kept staring at something only he could see. A small smile flew across his face for a brief moment. Before he shook his head violently as if to ride it of something.

"He meant everything to me." Draco said voice clouded with suppressed emotion. "I loved him. I just didn't' know it then."

"Who?" Hermione asked again trying to hide the twinge of annoyance she was feeling about having to asked so many times.

"Harry."


A/N: Let me know what you think. I know it took a long time to get out, but I have summer vacation now so.. Who knows it might get shorter.

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