A/N: I know, I was evil the last chapter..I'll be better, I promise..or not..thanks for the awesome reviews! Another quick chapter probably, I think the next will be twice is long, a better way to get more reviews perhaps. Thanks for all of the support!

She ignored him for a few days, and boy was he glad. Of course he had kissed her, and was damn offended by the fact she was a mudblood. He would kiss a muggle, no problem, perhaps even sleep with a muggle, but never those mutts of his past life. Well, past life meaning mutts of the wixarding world. Hermione Granger, he spat almost to himself as he stood at the window, hands stuck into his hospital thin pants.

The door opened, a swish of the curtains and the nurse let his tray off before straightening his bed and retreating. Aw yes, none spoke to him for some reason. She had probably shared the entire event with the hospital.

"Mr. Malfoy, your food is on your desk," the nurse said, "And later on the night nurse will be on to check on you. Anything I can get you?"

My sight, he thought inwardly. No, he didn't need anything from the terrified quiet nurse. He was pitying himself, he realized and straightened a bit. Shaking his head he listened to her steps leave before he let his head fall forward against the cool glass, his breath fogging it as his breath blew out in a sigh. Within minutes his dreams began..

Walking along the path into the cauldron shop a few brought their hands up in greeting, but other than that most of the people eyed him, whispering to one another. The name of his father arose easily and he let his head stay level to the ground. Tom the innkeeper didn't even look at him as Draco made for the stairs. They creeked all the way up, and with the silence of the tavern he knew that all the eyes were for him.

At the top he walked down the hall, leaving the people to chatter behind him, the sounds were all quiet now and he paused, turning to the unmarked door on his left, knuckles arosem to knock upon the door but it opened easily.

"Come in, Young Master Draco," a deep voice said. He stepped inward and was instantly blinded by a flash, knocked back with a blast of white. His insides were burning it seemed, and no matter how much he sought to think of a counter curse his mind was bank.

"Mudbloods, they will control you now Draco. You'll be undone by them, and in the end, you'll belong to one" the voice laughed and as mush as he strived to open his eyes he couldn't..he was simply falling..listening to that voice.

"Mudbloods will control you..and you will belong to one..and the one will undo you. Until then, I curse you! Adva Kadavra!" He shook, controting inthe agony before-

"MALFOY?" Hermoine was there, shaking him as he lay on the floor. His eyes shot open, looking into the blank whiteness, she was sure but she was terrfied. He had been screaming and shaking his head back and forth.

"Get away!" he said, scooting quickly back. She arose, that back rimrod straight.

"Fine, I was there to help. Your food is on the desk, and I'm the night nurse this eve. If you need anything, you know how to call me."

"I can simply apparate-"

"And end up in the street, go for it, Malfoy."

"Look, Hermione-"

"Don't, I'm through with all this. I'm doing my job, and as of tommorrow I'm transfering to the other hospital." She turned, getting ready to exit the room when he said from behind her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to call you a mudblood. I'm just. Damn it, why does this have to be so hard?" he brought his hands up to rake through his hair as he let those useless eye lid themselves.

"You're sorry? No, Malfoy, you'll never change."

"Look, a lot has happenned in the past seven years in the wizarding world. Ever since that dance-"

"Dont even bring that up again. That was our seventh year at Hogwarts."

"But that kiss, how can you forget that?" he stepped forward, letting his arms come out.

"I haven't forgotten it, I remember it quite clearly. I also remember you ran off with Pansy Parkinson soon after that."

He chuckled, "I was actually out with Crabbe and Goyle. But the story of being with a girl was better than with my goons. But, look about earlier. I just, I'm stuck here Hermione as I've said, and i can't do anything. You're the first person, or thing for that matter, I've actually been semi-getting attached to. But when I was blinded, I was told.." he took a deep breath in and she was suddenly there, taking his hand.

He smiled at the feeling of their figners lacing together and her leading him to the bed, there she let him sit before the bed dipped beside him.

"I was summonned, from my fathers estate, to the Leaky Cauldron. Of course, there was directions to a room and I figured it was simply my father's friends, calling upon the Draco Malfoy descendant. Well, I went there, ignoring all the rumors and whispers surrounding my father's death, and I found a trap, really. All I remember is a blinding light, a deep voice which.." he took a deep breath in, "said that a mudblood would be my undoing. They would make me belong to them, and I was cursed. They tried the unforgivable curse, but somehow, I survived. It was as if I was falling, and then I woke up here, I dont know how many days later."

"So, I haven't been there, but how did your father die?" Hermione asked, her hands sqeezing his a bit.

"Nobody honestly knows. They say it was Harry's followers, or Harry himself. Honestly, some think it was even Voldemort," he shrugged, "Tell me, why did you run? All these years, I heard that the great Hermione Granger had disappeared from the wizarding world. Of course, I thought she still looked like a geeky little nerd from Hogwarts who I kissed at the ball our seventh year."

"Our seventh year, wow, it seems like ages ago. I wanted to be a teacher, you know.I wanted to return to Hogwarts, or some teaching school. Perhaps visit Viktor Krum," she chuckled as his frown deepened, "However, I was just deciding what to do when Harry contacted me one time. He said he wanted to get together some time, you know, perhaps as a date. I sent an owl back with a maybe as a response and let it go. He showed up on my door step a few weeks later and we went out together. This was around the time that Voldemort was growing stronger, and so we limited our time together."

She stood now, pacing the room a bit, "However, one eve we decided that a walk within the park would be fun, no harm or foul. We were attacked, Harry and I. I never saw them, hooded and masked, and well, worse came to worse and I tooka hit, mortifying the left side of my face. Harry left me there, his own wounds less than mine, but he came back with help. No one has been able to fix it, and you'd think that a nerd like me could figure it out. But no, weeks faded into months and we couldnt find a cure. Harry moved on to date others, and I moved on from the wizardign world."

"I was taunted everywhere, and people laughed at how I knew everything except how to fix this scar," She stood before him, "I left it behind because the human world was more accepting of me. Can you believe that?"

"Yes, because I'm as blind as you are scared. Can you believe that Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy is blind? A joke, I know, " he lowered his head, but felt as her hand slowly were taken with hers, laced together.

"Shall we be jokes together? We need to return to our world, Draco. We need to find who did this to you."

"Hermione, one thing..." he said, those colorless hues turning to her general direction.

"Yes?"
"Kiss me." And she did.

A/N: Aw, there we are. And there are the stories, of course, you must realize Hermoine's still has a bit more to it, but only I am holding this information..-smirk- Thanks for all the awesome reviews. And I updated quickly!


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