Disclaimer: The plot is the only thing that's mine.

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"It's so nice to be free from confinement." Draco said cheerfully. His voice was still a little messed up. Every once in a while his voice would hit a high octave. It was basically like his voice was changing.

"I bet it is Drake. Oh and by the way, love the voice." Blaise added.

"Shut the fuck up Blake." Draco said through gritted teeth.

"Sorry, couldn't resist, you understand, don't you?" Blaise said, slightly scared.

Draco closed his eyes for a moment and then answered in a much calmer tone. "Yes… I understand, but you best learn to resist it because you mention it again and I'll mess up your face. Got it?"

"Ya I got it Drake." Blaise relaxed and started walking away. "I'm goin' back to the common room so I'll talk to you later." And then he was gone.

The couple continued to walk down the corridors silently that is until Draco broke that silence.

"You know the entire time I was held captive I thought about you." Draco said thoughtfully.

Hermione stopped and looked down at the ground. "Draco don't, just don't." She said quietly. A lone tear ran down her cheek.

"Hermione what's wrong?" Draco asked worriedly.

"I'm leaving tomorrow and I'm not coming back. My parents read about everything that's gone on and want me out. They are afraid that I'll be hurt and so they've made this decision."

"How'd your parents read about it? They're muggles and you'd have to read about it in a magical newspaper."

"Draco, they're not muggles. My real last name is De'Paul. I'm a pureblood." Hermione said almost silently.

"What? Are you serious?" Draco asked eyes wide in shock.

"Yes Draco I am. But… we have to break up. I have to lose contact with everyone here. I'm sorry." She whispered.

Draco backed away from her, glaring. "Fine, have it your way, but I promise you this. You will never find someone to replace me." Draco then turned on his heel and headed down to the Slytherin dungeons.

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By noon the next day Hermione was gone. It had already gotten around the school that Draco and Hermione had already broken up and that Hermione had left and wasn't coming back. Draco was sulking, that's for sure. Nobody dared talk to him for they knew they'd regret it if they did. Everyone figured he'd get over it quickly and go back to his Slytherin Sex God ways which Pansy sure hoped for. They had no idea how wrong they were.

It had been a week now since Hermione had left and it was obvious to everyone that Draco wasn't about to just get over this. His skin, normally pale, had become nearly translucent and he was constantly falling asleep in class since he couldn't sleep at night. His grades were also rapidly dropping. They were still high, but not nearly perfect like they used to be. The teachers were beginning to worry about him as well.

He also began missing meals. It seemed that he was dieing on the inside and that he was provoking it just like a fire.

But all this wasn't as bad as the day, three weeks after Hermione left, that Draco left the school for good as well. His parting words to Blaise were that he had no reason to stay anymore. And so he turned in his papers, packed up and left…

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ONE MONTH LATER

Draco sat on the white leather sofa in the living room of his new penthouse with a large map on the glass table in front of him. The map was of all of Great Britain and had X's all over it. He'd been searching for Hermione since the day he left Hogwarts. The only thing he knew for sure when he started his search was that she lived in Great Britain. He, himself, had moved to Italy. His penthouse overlooked a large field on one side and a quiet Italian plaza on the other side. The building he lived in was large, fifteen floors, and very unique. The building was actually all basically penthouses. It was a magical building and you had to have a good amount of money to live in it. After his mother and father died (Voldermort killed Lucius after he failed to deliver Draco's light powers to him) he was left with more money than even he had ever imagined. Apparently his mother had created a secret account and put every bit of money that she had, which was quite a lot, in it. Now he was the owner of both the Malfoy account and the said account, both being extremely large.

Draco sighed and crossed out yet another area of Great Britain. He still had not figured out at least the area in which Hermione lived in. Draco had found early on just how ironic it was that just a little while before Hermione had been searching for him and now he was searching for her. To bad his search wasn't going as quickly as her's did. All he wanted to do was go to her, hug her, kiss her, and love her. He felt as though he had a dead line, if he didn't find her by a designated time he would never get her. Of course that was all bull shit because no-one would ever be able to replace him in her heart, but he still felt that way. What he felt for her was something truly unique, something stronger than what he had felt for his mother and that's saying something.

During his times in the muggle parts of Great Britain Draco had picked up some of the style. He had discovered the wonders of a guy with his ear pierced (his right one of course), and how just a simple pair of sunglasses made you look all the cooler. Whenever he walked down the streets the women would swoon as they looked at him and then start giggling much to his annoyance. He had come to use his nickname, Drake, around the muggles as his true name was rather odd to them. He had basically come up with a whole new identity, now being called Drake Mitchells. He had decided that it would be easier for him to remember his made up name if he kept his initials and so that was the reason for the last name.

Draco sighed and looked at the last place on the map, Hilsboro. Draco stood and waved his hand at the map making it disappear. He had managed to take his N.E.W.Ts two weeks before even though he never finished school and somehow he passed with flying colors. Apparently it was tradition that the N.E.W.T testers gave you one last lesson before you went into the real world and that was to do wandless magic. Draco found that it was actually really easy and he mastered it quickly. The testers were impressed to say the least.

Draco walked over to the coat closet and took out his black leather jacket and put on his black and dark blue Jacob Arabo's. His shoes matched his outfit mainly because his t-shirt (which showed all his muscles) was black and his loose and baggy jeans were dark blue. He put on his jacket, put on his black sunglasses, ran a hand through his hair, sighed and apparated to the apparation point nearest to the information center of Hilsboro.

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"I'd like to find the address of a friend of mine." Draco said simply. His voice had gone back to normal about a week after Hermione had left, although it was slightly deeper.

"Well sir you'll need to fill out these forms while I look it up. Who are you looking for?" A man who couldn't be a day over 30 said.

"I'm looking for the Granger family." Draco said while filling out the forms. On the forms he would always use his true name just in case they needed to talk to him. He really didn't want any trouble.

"I'm sorry Mr… Malfoy? Well what'da you know? Well Mr. Malfoy I'm sorry but the only residents of Hilsboro are the Klyz family and the De'Paul family.

"De'Paul! I didn't expect them to actually go by their true last name. That's the family I'm looking for. Their daughter was using a fake last name at the school we went to."

"You mean Hogwarts? I'm a wizard I know about these things. Ok well here's the address and we'll contact you if there's any problems. Good day Mr. Malfoy." The man said.

Draco took the paper that had the address on it and left the information center. Once outside Draco began walking down the streets looking for the place in which Hermione lived. When he finally found it Draco couldn't help but gap. He had always expected her to live in a normal two story house but no, she lived a huge mansion that had to have three or four floors.

Draco swallowed hard and walked down the rock walkway that was lined with flowers and knocked on the door after a moment's hesitation. He held his breath as the door opened and looked at the elder man who had to be a butler who stood in front of him.

"May I speak with Hermione please?" Draco asked nervously.