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Author Note: This chapter is kind of short so until I get the next one up you can copy the link http/www.fanfiction.n e t/s/2765834/1/ (Take out the spaces) and check something out.
Hermione woke up the next morning for a shower; she crawled over to the bathroom door rubbing her eyes. She felt depressed and weary. Her parents were gone but she was feeling much better after talking to Draco. No she hadn't gotten over it. Yawning she thought that she was defiantly going to need a coffee after her shower. She made her way over to Draco's door to lock it so that he wouldn't walk in her.
Through the door she heard the soft sound of sobs. Was Draco Malfoy crying?
Slowly she opened the door and crept up to the sobbing Draco. He was sitting, hunched over on his bed. He was holding something and when Hermione got closer she saw that it was a picture of something.
She lightly tapped him on the shoulder to announce her presence. He turned around grabbing her wrists so she couldn't move. Fear and anger evident in his eyes. Her eyes opened wide in shock as she gasped.
"Oh I am sorry, I was just looking at a picture and I uhhh... got something in my eye", he lied, "Don't sneak up on me like that".
"Draco do not lie to me, now what is wrong?", she asked her eyes full of concern.
Before he could react she picked up the picture that lay forgotten. The picture that laid forgotten on Draco's bed. It was a picture of him and Nacarissa. His mother's belly was swollen with pregnancy. Why would Draco be crying about his mum's pregnancy?
She looked at him as if for an explanation. He looked into her eyes, holding her gaze a few minutes before explaining.
"She was pregnant and my father, the bastard, he... he...", Draco stuttered as another wave of tears came cascading down from his steel colored eyes.
They both sat down on the edge of Draco's bed. Hermione rubbed his back in comforting circles as he cried.
"he knocked her down the... the... stairs an... and she lost her... her baby," he stuttered sobs wracking her body.
"She never was the same; I lost her and a sibling. All because of that bastard", he screamed.
There they were the broken hearts; they had been through too much. They had left their childhood behind and were being faced with the real world. Maybe it was fate that was making them heal each other's wounds. Perhaps it was just chance. Whatever it was, it was what brought them to where they were today.
Hermione felt tears falling down her face. There they were crying their pain away. Wondering when it would end. When they could get their heads out of the past and focus on the present and future.
They both bit their lips, choking on their sobs. Trying to hold back the inevitable tears of pain that fell. Down, down, down each crystal tear fell. Drowning them in their misery. Drowning them in their pain. Blood flowed over their lips, rolling on to their tongue.
"How do I heal this pain that I feel", Hermione asked.
"I wanted to help you, but I didn't realize that I still hadn't completely healed myself", he told her.
"What should we do?"
Draco shrugged what could they do?
Hermione looked at Draco. She was seeing him in a whole new light. Behind the smirks, the Slytherin attitude, and the shields he used to hide his emotions. Behind all that was a guy who had been hurt, one whose heart was in tatters. Something inside her stirred when she looked at him. She had always thought he was good looking, but never had she felt like this.
Draco looked at Hermione. She was so pretty... Wait! Where the bloody hell did that come from? Yet she was... How could he think of her as this? She was a mud blood! Did blood really matter though? He knew that her blood was as red as his, not a mud color at all. There was no mud in it. She was an amazing person. He had never seen it before; her inner beauty had been hidden from him. It was beauty he hadn't been able to see through his years of hate and anger. Sure she wasn't the person she used to be, but if he could bring that person back she would have even more inner beauty.
She wasn't the person she used to be. Who she used to be was covered by dust. Hidden in darkness, from deep inside.
He wasn't the person he used to be. Who he used to be was full of anger and frustration. Now he was a broken soul. A shattered mirror. His heart needed to be repaired. His life needed to be repaired.
They were both on a journey to discover something left behind. Their happiness and more importantly themselves. They walked the lonely road together. A road that would lead them out of the darkness that they found themselves in. Together they could heal themselves. Together they could finish this journey. Together they could do it.
Life is full of obstacles, I am sure you have heard. One question though, how do we get past them? How do we fight against life's troubles? Where can we find the answers? Where could they find the answers?