Author's Note: What a great way to start the summer: repost stories I wrote last year just because the site deleted my old account. .:sighs:.

Anyway, I'll be reposting this story, but it's still on hold. Keep checking my profile for possibilities of when I'll write new chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with Harry Potter except characters I make up along the way.

Summary: Draco Malfoy recalls the time when he gave his heart to a certain girl of his dreams who had tore his heart to pieces. Months later as he flees from Death Eaters coming after his life, Hermione Granger picks up the shattered remains and wishes to put them back together...

Published: August 7, 2004

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When My Heart Tore To Pieces

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Chapter One

Torn out, unwanted, and disregarded.

A piece of trash,

From its book it is parted.

No one is there to put it back together

Lying on the floor

That's it's permanent spot

Its place forever

Hope fades as the day goes

No one comes to help

No one even knows.

Someday, someone will come

Bringing glue to put it back and made it one

Till then that page will forever stay

In that corner waiting for that someone…

Waiting for that day.

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"So what happened between you and her?" Hermione Granger asked me.

I had my head in my hands, and I was crying. Yes I, Draco Malfoy, was crying. Never expected that did you?

I took my hands away from my face, not bothering to wipe my tears. There wasn't any point to do so. My life was shattered, my pride ruined, my reputation tarnished and I didn't give a flying fuck if Mudblood Granger saw me like this.

I looked up at her, she was sitting next to me, her legs tucked under her thighs, her frizzy hair was covering most of her face, but those deep pools of brown were staring at me in a look of not hatred, anger, hurt, or sympathy. They were just staring at me and I couldn't help but want to cry more. Her right hand was on my shoulder, calming me down as I was crying seconds earlier and the other resting on the cold stone ground where it held up her body weight as she leaned forward towards me. Now all I wanted to do was bury myself in my despair and never get out, but she was here pulling me back in into the real world though I truly wished she didn't.

I really didn't want to tell her all that happened to me between me and...her. I can't even say her name. It hurts too much. Why did she do that to me? I did everything. I became a Death Eater for her, I gave up my soul. Heck I even killed my own mother for her. But she...

I looked away from Hermione Granger's eyes. I know she was just trying to help me. Rid me from my self-pity but did I really want to pick up my life were I left it and move on? Did I want to relive the images, tear my heart again by telling her what happened?

But I don't know why but something tells me that sharing this part of my life with her would take this pain away from me. But why did I want to tell Hermione Granger of all people? Why is it that I feel this is the person that I could confide in? She was a mudblood, a girl I hated for all my years in Hogwarts. She was friends with the Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Die and the Weasel and was a snobby know-it-all.

Maybe it's because she's the only person I could talk to who didn't want to kill me straight away. She had given me a chance to explain why I was fleeing from the Dark Lord and why I was seeking the Order to take refuge in. But why did I feel that I could trust her? Her eyes told me that she won't tell and who would she tell anyway? The both of us were miles away from civilization with wands as our only source of survival. Merlin knew when we would reach the safety of the Hideout that she told me was there somewhere. But if we did get there, her innocent doe eyes said she wouldn't tell and the look in her eyes just made me want to break down and tell her everything. I never cried before even after I was betrayed. But here I am, one look from Granger and I was having a major melt down.

I felt her wipe my tears from my cheeks and I was shocked at what she had done. Why was she being so nice? I tortured her for years, called her names, made fun of her. Then why was she here comforting me? Why had she agreed to help me? Months passed by since my heart had broke, and I was crying now? Now of all times?

Her fingers were soft and gentle, her face was close to mine and I could feel her warm breath against my face. I could feel those eyes of her on me, but I looked away. I was afraid that one look at her gentle eyes and I'd tell her everything that happened.

She put a hand under my chin and lifted my head so I could see her face.

"Draco?" she said gently. Hearing my first name from her mouth took my breath away. It sounded so perfect, the way it rolled off her tongue. "Tell me," she said. It wasn't pleading. It was a command.

I would've laughed hearing her tone if it were some other day. But it wasn't some other day. It was now, today. The day that exactly a year ago I had poured my heart and soul and received nothing but unhappiness in return.

"Who was she?" was Granger's question. She was looking at those pictures that I had sprawled all over me on the stone, cold floor. I was surrounded by pictures of that girl. Her dark black hair shading her almost catlike eyes. Her face was pale, a striking contrast to her hair. She looked so evil in those pictures. Her blood red lips, her shaded eyes. An air of darkness and despair hung around her like a cloak. It was that feature of her that made me fall in love with her. Her prefect face, that body. She was a seductress and she had lured me in her trap. When I had nothing left to give her, she threw me away.

"She's the girl..." I said vaguely picking up a photo. When I saw her smirk, I tore it up and threw it across the room. That evil smirk that had the ability to make my brain stop functioning and make my heart skip beats until I'll be sure to die.

"What's her name?" Hermione Granger asked me, her voice oddly patient.

"Ruby Riddle," I said, my voice empty of emotion. She wasn't Voldemort's daughter or sister. Not even a drop of the Dark Lord's blood ran through her veins, yet there was a day when the Dark Lord had found her. Her memory of her past was completely erased and instead she was turned into another of Voldemort's followers. Soon she had gained so much knowledge of the Dark Arts, Voldemort had declared her his own. His equal to rule by his side just like a daughter would have.

Hermione Granger gasped, her hand fluttering to her mouth, her eyes were dilated. I could tell she wasn't afraid of her name, but afraid of the fact that I had fallen in love with the worst of the worst. The most feared woman, as powerful as even Voldemort himself.

"But how?" Granger asked me.

I was silent for a while. My mind still battling itself as I wondered if I should tell her or not.

"I thought she had a heart," I said, my voice cold. "I thought that she had loved me. She was everything I wanted in a girl. Evil, beautiful, cold. Her emotions could never be displayed. She was cold to the bone, yet it attracted me to her. I did all I could to impress her. I became a follower of the Dark Lord. I had killed muggles. I tortured muggleborns and half-bloods. When my mother disobeyed the Dark Lord, I had killed her..."

I heard Granger's gasp of shock yet continued, "Yes I killed my mother. She had begun doubting the Dark Lord. She didn't deserve to live," I said coldly yet inside my mind was cracking. I was on the verge of tears again. My mother. My own mother. She was the only one who might have saved me from falling in Lady Ruby's trap, but I had killed her before she had a chance to speak. Maybe if she were alive today, the Dark Lord wouldn't have risen to power and Granger and I wouldn't be here in this cold cave, fleeing from Death Eaters, dementors and anyone else who might take us back to the Dark Lord where Merlin knew what would happen to us. If she were here, than Harry Potter wouldn't have to flee to somewhere only the remaining living members of the Order of the Phoenix knew about.

"Draco how could you do that?" she said. She had stopped resting on her hand and now sat, leaning against the stone wall.

"I had to. I was in love with Lady Ruby."

"So you did it to impress her?" she asked me.

"Yes. I told that to you already."

"Yes I heard you. But why are you here now? Why are the Death Eaters after you and why are you seeking my help?"

Yes I had come fleeing from Death Eaters. I came all the way over to this part of the world and in my journey I had come across Dementors but luckily Hermione Granger was around and had saved me from the dreadful, soul-sucking Kiss. We were in our journey towards the Hideout for a full week now and since the rain was pouring freely outside we had taken shelter here in this cave.

"She wants me killed," I said not wanting to say anything else.

"Why should I trust you?" Granger asked me. "How do I know that you aren't a spy right now and that you'd inform everything as soon as I took you to the Hideout?" she told me accusingly.

"I've been with you here on this journey for a whole week Granger. Did I ever do anything that would make you suspect?"

The was silence except for the occasional thunder and the patter of rain pouring onto the ground and the sounds of animals scurrying towards shelter. "Fine. I trust you," she said. Her voice was so low I wasn't sure I heard her. "But what if Lady Ruby tempts you again?"

That was a question whose answer I couldn't give straight away. I thought for a moment and then replied after a sigh, "I won't fall for her again."

I could tell Granger doubted my words. Even I didn't know if what I said was true. Lady Ruby was almost like a born seductress. Harry Potter himself was even close to falling in her trap and as for me...I already fell. If she came for me again who knew if I could resist.

"Tell me it all," Granger said, tucking a lock of frizzy brown hair behind her ear as she looked at me expectantly.

"Tell you what?" I asked her not really knowing what she wanted from me.

"Tell about what happened when your heart tore to pieces..."