A/N: Well, here it is the next chapter. Updating early, I know. Thanks for all the awesome reviews! I am really loving this story.

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Darkness was all he had known for so long, when the blindfold had come off he had blinked instantly, the light seeping through his eye lids had been enough, but with his eyes open it was a burn more or less. The one nurse let a hand rest on his shoulder as the doctor held open his eye, a small white light shining into it in his blanket of white.

"Hm, it's looking good," the doctor said, but Draco frowned.

"Just tell me, damn it. It's not improving is it? It's worsening," he growled, and the doctor and nurse both simultaneously sighed.

"Yes Mr. Malfoy. I'm afraid, you may never regain your sight."

DRACOS ROOM

"Mr. Malfoy?" Hermoine asked stepping into the room cheerfully. However, the sight of the untouched food had her grimacing, turning to look at him. He was standing today, facing the window, his blindfold removed, but facing away she couldn't see his face or profile.

"Woman, I'm not hungry. And damn it, but I want to be left alone," he growled, crossing his arms in front of his chest stubbornly. She approached, slowly and quietly before leaning forward a bit to stare up into his eyes. Grey, no color in the iris; No green like she remembered.

"Mr. Malfoy, you need to eat-"

"Damn it woman!" he reeled, gripping her arm so tightly it turned an instant red around his vice-like grip. He looked out, not down at her, unsure of her height, she imagined.

"Mr. Malfoy, let go of me," she replied, trying to wrench from his grip.
"Why am I condemned like this? I used to be a wizard you know. I used to outwit even the senseless Harry Potter," he shook his head, letting her arm go instantly, turning from her, "But damn it look at me now. Look at this, I'm blind. I see nothing but white. There's nothing for me to return to. I will die here in this hospital. Like the senseless little bastard I am."

"Die here?" she laid her right hand upon his upper arm as he faced away from her.

"The wizarding world expelled me," he growled, shaking his head before turning from her to walk to the bed, falling upon it. She followed as always, checking to make sure the door was closed so that no one was going to hear their conversation.

"They expelled me because of who I am. I was a wizard you know, like I said. My father was killed around a year ago. And I'll be damned but all those little Harry Potter lovers followed me around, waiting for an excuse to lock me up. Well, worse came to worse and here I am, blind in a muggle hospital, talking to a muggle nurse who doesn't know anything about my world. That is why I'll say I'd rather die here then be sentenced to an asylum for the crazy people around here."

Hermoine's heart wrenched within her. All this time she had been his enemy, and had been cut off from her own world. Now here he was, smack dab in the middle with her. But his situation was worse off, more emotional turmoil. Her fingers slowly rose, perhaps on their own accord, and brushed the side of his face once, twice, before finally her hand cupped the right side and then the other rose, framing his face in her smaller hands.

"There is still things to live for," she said softly, a smile overcoming her features. A shiver ran over him a moment, or was it over her before she was leaning forward, closing the distance between them. He sighed, or perhaps she did. All she knew was that she inches away when her hues closed, his long closed and waiting as their lips brushed ever so slightly, once twice, before locking.

There you are! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next will be a bit more, well, eventful. Although, I do consider this one a huge leap.

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