A/N: Hello! I AM BACK AGAIN! Now that it's holidays, I shall work harder on the chapters for this story! Everyone, celebrate! While you celebrate, please drop me a review so that I can celebrate WITH YOU!
Disclaimer: Sigh…I say this everytime I post a chapter and IT ONLY TEARS MY HEART MORE! Okay, I was trying to be melodramatic, though seriously, you don't know just what I might do to own Harry and his friends. Well, we know that will never happen, so off to the story!
Hermione crossed her arms defensively over her chest and waited for Draco to say something. He did not and she clucked impatiently. Draco flinched, but did not seem like he was ready to start. She knew she should not be treating the man with just hostility, but it went without saying that she hated Draco.
She might have taken him in due to pity, but that was about all there was to it. Now, all she needed was some information. "Draco, are you going to say anything-anything at all?"
Draco quailed at her harshness, but he knew he should have expected this. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down. "Look, I know you hate me and all, but could you tone down them iciness?" he asked in a what he though was a brave voice.
Hermione was taken aback. She narrowed her eyes. "Tell me your story and then I will decide," she replied assertively.
Draco could feel anger rising in him. Why did she have to be so difficult? He thought bitterly. However, it was not within his position to question her and he closed his eyes slowly, letting the memories wash over him as he began telling her his story.
A/N: Alright, I know there is not much of action yet, but I promise it will get better. Hope you guys like short chapters; I figured it might make updating and reading the stories less of a problem! R&R and tell me what you guys think!