Kia Ora! this is it ! after this it's done!!! I hope you enjoy it! and thank you all for reading my first long fic.

As usual I own jack and Sh*t and jack left town, JKR however owns these characters and anything else you might have seen In harry potter, the song at the end is 'Jerusalem' by the amazing performer matisyahu, everyone should check him out.

He had been taught his whole life that he shouldn't concern himself with muggles.

"They undermine our beliefs Draco, remember that. It is best to focus solely on the purity of wizard society, some day we shall cleanse our world of the muggle filth and the lowly mudbloods shall fall at our feet begging to serve us." his father would repeat these ideals every night as a twisted bedtime story. Passing on the disillusion of 'purity in wizard society'. He had never given muggles much of a thought until now. He assumed they were simple minded heathens who stumbled around drooling on themselves, in all his life he never imagined they could create something as amazing as the music he heard on Granger's 'plaskick' thing.

Draco continued to ignore the essay in his lap as he contemplated muggles and what he had learned so far, when his thoughts were interrupted by a sniffle. It was a soft noise barley audible over the crackle of the fire. But it was a noise that was so out of place in the room he couldn't help but look up. When he did he saw Hermione with tears in her eyes as she stared down at the book in her lap.

"What Granger?" Draco spoke sarcastically"miss your weasel and potty?" She simply looked at him and wiped her eyes.

"No, actually I enjoy doing my work without having to stop and do theirs as well. I suppose I was just overwhelmed by the tragedy in this picture." she looked down at the book again and sighed, "I not generally a weepy person."

"Well whats the picture of? " He set his paper aside and leaned forward. "You've got me all curious." She handed the book to him. As he leaned forward to take is she said "It's from a muggle war. WW2. The Nazis were rounding up the jews and placing the in concentration camps. Some were put to work others were killed."

He looked at the picture before him, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. It was a long trench, and lying in it were two small bodies, a young boy about four years old and an infant. They were laid out with their limbs splayed, no one bother to set them in that hole nicely. Although someone had placed a pillow under the baby girl. It was disturbing to say the least. He looked closer at the picture and saw other tiny bodies in that mass grave. He read the caption below the picture out loud "An American soldier stands above the corpses of children that are to be buried in a mass grave dug by German civilians from the nearby town of Nordhausen. (April 14, 1945)" He flipped through the book finding picture after picture, one was a photo of men in a midevil looking barracks, they were piled in like chickens in a coop, with sunken face and hallow eyes, one man was standing leaned against a pole that was wider then he was, each of his ribs visible through his thin flesh. Another showed a pile of bodies stripped down and ready for the incenerator. With each turn of the page he was met with more death and hallow eyes, eyes that looked like they would be at home in azkaban were it not for the fact the were the eyes of small children. He noticed something else in those eyes, something he saw in hermione's eyes, as the war in their world drew closer, hope. It took his breath was all too familiar, it made his skin crawl and his blood boil all at the same stared at the pictures in shock refusing to beleive it upset him because it hit close to home." that Is horrendous!What the Bloody hell is wrong with muggles!?"

"It wasn't all muggles," Hermione stated "the English and the French and the Americans were all trying to stop this from happening, other countries too. But the Germans were led by a megalomaniac bent on clearing the earth of the Jewish people, believing that only the Aryan race should exist."

"That sounds familiar" Draco said quietly. He buried his head in his hands, wondering how he ever thought his fathers Ideals were justified.

Dhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhdhd

Hermione stared at his reaction in shock. She could see the torment on his face as he tried to sort his emotions out.

"Draco?" she said softly. "are you alright? If it makes you feel better, the good side won."he looked up and smiled weakly.

"will you tell me more about muggles? I was never taught,Father said I would learn nothing from muggles, but I want to know." his eyes were pleading with her. She took a steadying breath and began and asked

"Where should I start?"

"How about with yourself." then he smiled a genuine smile at her, and leaned forward to listen.

Hdhdhdhdhhdhdhdhhdhdhdh

So hour after hour he listened to her interrupting with questions now and then, he was fascinated not only with muggles but with her also. He learned that that thing with the music was a Ipod, Hermione had charmed to work of the magic in the air at hogwarts. He learned about how a group in white robes would terrorize black people in America, he frowned at the pictures Hermione had shown him, they looked to much like deatheater robes. He marveled at how muggles seem to overcome hate, and he hoped the wizarding world could to. Around three in the morning Hermione had fallen asleep on the sofa but he still sat up surrounded in books devouring muggle history, with music flowing through his mind via Hermione's Ipod. The song that was playing lit a fire in his heart where once only cold hatred had burned . He cursed his father for polluting his youth with lies and hatred, but he was relieved and for one in his life he knew the truth. He knew this song caught his attention for a reason, so he listened intently.

'Rebuild the temple and the crown of glory
Years gone by, about sixty
Burn in the oven in this century
And the gas tried to choke, but it couldn't choke me
I will not lie down, I will not fall asleep
They come overseas, yes they're trying to be free
Erase the demons out of our memory
Change your name and your identity
Afraid of the truth and our dark history
Why is everybody always chasing we
Cut off the roots of your family tree
Don't you know that's not the way to be
Caught up in these ways, and the worlds gone craze
Don't you know it's just a phase
Case of the Simon says
If I forget the truth then my words won't penetrate
Babylon burning in the place, can't see through the haze
Chop down all of them dirty ways,
That's the price that you pay for selling lies to the youth
No way, not ok, oh no way, not ok, hey
Aint no one gonna break my stride
Aint no one gonna pull me down
Oh no, I got to keep on moving
Stay alive '

As he listened to the lyrics he closed his eyes and knew for the first time in his life that when it came down to it he was gonna be standing with the good guys.

~fin~

hooray! It's done! well I thought about it being a dramione but I decided It would be better to end it with a change of heart for draco. i would like reviews and constructive critisim please! E-cookies for reviews!!!Hie Kona!!! Aroha! thank you!