Okay so this may not be as dramatic as I promised but I really tried xP

Chapter Five: Burn Your Life Down

She seemed dressed in all of me
Stretched across my shame,
All the torment and the pain
Leaked through and covered me.
I'd do anything to have her to myself,
Just to have her for myself.
Now I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to do
when she makes me sad.
She is everything to me,
the unrequited dream,
the song that no one sings,
the unattainable.
She's a myth that I have to believe in,
all I need to make it real is one more reason.

- "Vermillion Part II", Slipknot

A few more weeks passed by and the atmosphere within the slightly dreary castle lightened immensely. Everyone sat where they liked in the Great Hall, the feud between Gryffindor and Slytherin was officially over. The houses didn't keep to themselves and mingled. Even Draco Malfoy began sitting with the Gryffindor's as well as the other houses, having apologized to both Harry and Ron for being a "spoiled brat" during their many years spent together unwillingly. Harry being the forgiving person he is accepted and persuaded Ron to do the same, and he did though somewhat hesitantly.

Draco himself wasn't exempt from the loss of family members, ever since his father was sent to Azkaban he disowned Lucius and out of grief his mother committed suicide. All the remaining Malfoy had left was his family's tainted name, fortune and broken pride.

"Oi, Malfoy pass us the gravy will ya?" the red head asked rudely.

In response the blonde frowned, clearly not happy from being distracted from playing with Victoire. Fleur had been abit weary about her daughter being around Draco but Victoire had insisted on clinging to him.

Draco stood in front of one of the many shelves of books not really knowing what he was looking for as he traced the bindings of the books with his finger. He let out a sigh. What was he doing?

"Excuse me?"

The sudden tugging on his robes caused him to jump and turn to find a small blonde child staring up at him with her curious blue eyes. She held a large book which was practically bigger than she was but seemed to carry it with ease. He felt a strange familiar pull towards her; it was the pull of a veela's thrall. He frowned, a child as young as she was wasn't supposed to possess her thrall until at least the age of seven.

"Is something the matter?" he asked with care.

The young child smiled and held out a worn copy of Hogwarts: A History. "Nne recommended this to me, but some of the English is abit difficult to read, will you read it to me?"

Draco was startled by the request, and for a brief moment wondered who this 'Nne' person was. The little girl tapped her foot impatiently.

"Um sure?" with that he let the little girl drag him to the nearest table and sat him down as she climbed onto his lap.

For the next few hours he read her as they both ignored the curious stares from passer-by's. They hadn't even introduced themselves properly.

"Victoire?" all of a sudden the little girl jumped down from his lap and rushed towards the owner of the voice, Fleur, or rather Professor Delacour. So this was Delacour's daughter? The resemblance was definitely there.

"Malfoy" said the older blonde narrowed her eyes as she finally acknowledged his presence, and without another word she turned around and whisked her daughter away in the other direction.

Draco let out another sigh, the little girl forgot her book.

"Can't you see I'm busy, Weaselbee?" Draco snapped. The redhead huffed and went to bother his sister.

"Bugger off Ron" she said before he could even get a word out. The male Weasley huffed and sulked in his chair as Harry rolled his eyes at him before handing him the goddamn gravy.

Victoire glared at Ron, for some reason she had an intense dislike for the redhead.

Draco ran hurriedly in the corridors seeking the two or at least one of them. The old book was held tightly to his chest as if he were protecting it with his life. Moments later he stumbled upon the older Delacour in a more isolated part of the castle. He swallowed and plucked up the courage to confront the somewhat cold and distant woman.

"Um, excuse me?" he said awkwardly. The blonde turned to face him and her eyes narrowed in the same manner as always as they met his.

"Oh my, a Malfoy with manners, oh how times have changed since the war" the older woman sneered, angered by the boy's presence in general. Draco didn't react, he was used to hatred directed towards him and what's left of his family and even empathized. Through the years he learned how to shut off completely and repay their insults with his silence.

Ignoring her remark he loosened his grip on the worn book and handed it to her.

"What is this?" she asked eyeing the book suspiciously as she opened it.

"Is this some kind of joke?" she said, her voice filled with rage.

"What? I'm…not…I mean" the boy stammered as he struggled to defend himself. He had no clue what she was talking about, he was not even sure he wanted to know. Turning on her heel the professor stormed off in a fit of rage leaving a dumbfounded Slytherin in her wake.

Picking up the book she seemed so disgusted with, he opened it. Staring back at him was the name of that one person whose memory made the bile in his stomach rise to his throat, the guilt that suffocated him on many occasion

"Property of: Hermione Granger"