Disclaimer: As great as it would be to be J.K. Rowling with all her money and fans and publicity I am not her nor will I ever be. I am Melissa and therefore am a high school student, with poor parents, no job, and a sever distaste for editing.

Authoress Ramble: For those of you who have not read my fics under my slashing-leo penname, I was slashing-leo and for whatever reason I was removed. I like how I haven't been told why. Anyway so I am not too happy right now. And to top it all guess what today is. April 27, making tomorrow April 28. Those of you from Illinois, if there are any, know what that means. More so if you are a Junior. ACT's and work keys. So since I have been testing today I have a headache and I am not to happy with my reading and science performance considering I had to guess the last about ten questions of each test. Not to mention one of my guy friends has a crush on me and it is making everything weird and I don't know what to do. Have I mentioned he's my best friends' ex. Yes that is the icing on my huge cake. Now for the cherry. I have been removed! Whatever. Now I am back and censored and the name on the back of my hoodie is no longer my penname.

Story talk: I want to make it clear that this is a Harry Draco fic. Hermione and Draco were never together and this will not be a Draco Seamus ever.

Chapter 2

Once Draco had calmed himself down he headed for his bathroom, thankful that he had his own. As the blonde stripped and started the shower he found himself less happy about the lack of tears. When he was focusing on what was happening in the present he wasn't remembering the past, but now the initial shock and sadness was gone the memories were there.

"Watch where you're going mudblood."

"Are you okay?"

"No, I am not okay you just touched me."

"If you ever want to talk to someone about anything . . . I listen well and k\no one will have to know."

"Granger if you think that I want to be around you long enough to have a conversation you are mistaken."

"Well if you ever change your mind you know where to find me Draco."

Draco closed his eyes as another tear escaped. It was quickly washed away by the water rushing down his face and followed by another memory.

"What do you think you are doing Granger?"

"Harry and Ron are working together and Neville and Blaise are sick for the day so a Slytherin and a Gryffindor have to partner today."

"Well it is not going to be us two."

"Look around the room Draco, I'm the only one left."

Draco didn't know why he let himself be so mean to her then. By sixth year he was against Voldemort, he didn't care that she was muggle born.

"You know working with you wasn't that bad. It's nice to work with someone who actually knows what they're doing."

"It's your own fault for picking friends like Weasley and Potter."

"You don't pick friends Draco, you can't force friendship. You find people and one day you realize your life wouldn't be quite as complete if they weren't there."

"If Pansy or Goyle was gone my life would be just as complete. You're crazy."

"It's because you picked them."

Draco took a deep breath, desperately trying to push the memory away. He didn't want to remember her love, he didn't want to hurt. He didn't want to cry. It reminded him of her.

"Draco wha- Don't push me I am not going to leave."

"And what if I curse you?"

"I know the anger is not real."

"I do not have to pretend to be angry when I have you trying to touch me."

"You look like you're about to cry."

"Malfoy's don't cry Granger."

"Then you must not be a real Malfoy."

"I am Malfoy and far better than someone of unpure blood like yourself. Now- Don't touch my face!"

"If you aren't crying then why is my finger wet?"

"I SAID DON'T TOUCH ME!"

"Why are your cheeks wet?"

"I said- I-"

Hermione held him the first time he cried and the last.

"You look like you're about to cry."

"That's because I am."

"Big girls don't cry Hermione."

"Then I guess I'm not a big girl."

"At least you can still laugh."

"I'm going to miss you."

"Really? I am kind of excited about getting away from - ow."

"Don't be a jerk this may be the last time we see each other."

"We'll see each other again. I promise. As soon as the war is over I am sending you a ticket to come see me. . . Don't cry, we can't be sad."

"Draco you look like you are about to cry."

"Not about to."

He held her as tight and as long as he could with tears sliding down his face. But there was no Hermione to hold him now.