Author's Note- I love writing this story. I hope you love reading it. Now I know this took a little longer. It's because I got the flu. That means three days of make up work and an essay. This will probably be my last update for a while. Don't panic I'm not giving up. My grandparents are coming for Christmas. I haven't seen them in four years. I'll try to update, but no promises. Love you all.

Chapter 5- Shock

"Draco, is there something wrong?" Hermoine asked worried.

"I have something I need to say." I whispered.

She stood up from placing books on the new bookcase, and walked over to sit next to me.

Pinching the bridge of my nose I sighed. How was I suppose to ask her this. It would take so much for her to forget.

"Hermoine, I know I haven't always been nice to you. I've made your life hell for the last six years, but I never wanted to. I actually had a crush on you in our third year after you punched me." I explained. She blushed at the end.

"I now this would be really hard for you to do, but will you forgive me?" I pleaded.

"Of course I will."

"Thank you." I cried hugging her.

"You don't know how many people I've had to hurt because of my father. I can never have the opportunity to apologize to them. You forgiving me means everything, Hermoine."

A silent tear rolled down her cheek. I cupped her face in my hands, and wiped her tears away. She stared up at me. I stared back into her deep chocolate eyes. Losing myself in them, forgetting the past.

A second later I found myself leaning into her. I wrapped my arms around her pulling her close. Our lips meet in a sweet kiss. One that obviated everything except that moment. Everything around me seemed to disappear beside Hermoine. She was my life raft. Keeping me afloat in the raging storm that was my life. The reason I had stopped my suicide attempts.

We pulled apart still staring into each others eyes.

"Hermoine. In just the last few days you have help me beyond belief. I had nowhere to go before you came. It got so bad with my father sometimes that I wanted to kill myself. And I tried to." I said.

Shock registered on her face at the news. I rolled up my sleeves to reveal the scars on my forearms.

"Oh, Draco." she sobbed kissing me forearms where the scars were. For the first time in years I cried.

Straitening up I pulled her with me. I dragged her to the kitchen of the cottage where I made us some tea. Setting the cup in front of her I took a sip of my own. After awhile the silence became unbearable.

"Hermoine, I have something you might want to see." I suggest, trying to lighten the mood.

"Okay. What is it." she asked in her own attempt to change the mood.

"You'll have to see. It's at the manor. My parents left for a vacation in Italy this morning so no one's home." I said.

"Come one." I said. Taking her hand I lead her out of the cottage and through the woods to the manor. I stopped her on the front porch so I could explain to her about the manor.

"So Moine, there is something you need to now about the manor before you cab go in. It has a charm on it that tells what every ones blood status is. Anytime someone new comes into the manor for the first time they must take the test. All you do is prick your finger, and let a drop of blood fall in the doorway." I said.

She nodded, and I continued on. "If you are a Pureblood, like me, then a green light will trace around the door. If you are a Half Blood then a purple light will trace the door. If you're a blood traitor a brown light will glow around the door. If you're a Mudblood then you will get a red light around the door."

"This is so interesting. How long as this charm been on the mansion?" she asked.

"Since my great grandfather times twenty-five built the manor." I said.

"That so old. There must be some great history to your family and house." she exclaimed.

"There is. Now do you want to go in so you can read about it in the library? It's bigger than the one at Hogwarts." I asked.

"Defiantly."

"Okay, then give my your finger. When I prick it let the drop fall on the doorway. Then it should glow red, and we can go inside." I said while pulling out my wand.

She gave my her hand, and I said a quick spell to prick her finger. Blood seeped to the top. She took her finger, and squeezed it over the doorway. We waited for the red glow to appear, but it didn't. Instead a light green light traced around the door then faded away.

"Holy shit!" we both shouted.

"I'm a Pureblood!" She yelled.

"You're a Pureblood!" I yelled back. Talk about getting shocked.

"What the hell! How is this possible?" I asked.

"I have no idea. Maybe we should go talk to my parents." she suggested.

"Fine. I don't think we are gonna get answers anywhere else."

She lead us back to her house in a daze. I couldn't phantom how she was a Pureblood, so who knows what was going on in her mind.

She seemed to be snapping out of her daze now. Thought it wasn't much better for now she was enraged. Damn, she is hot when she is mad.

"Hermoine, what's wrong?" I asked concerned.

"If I really am a Pureblood that means my parents have lied to me my entire life. Do you know how that feels?" she screamed.

"Yeah, I do. My fathers a Death Eather. I have had nothing but lies told to me. I tell nothing but lies except when I talk to you." I yelled back at her.

"I. . . I'm sorry." she mumbled.

"It's not your fault. It's always been that way." I whispered to her.

By now we were at her house. She stomped into he living room. Her bewildered parents watched us from the couch where they had been reading the paper.

"Mione dear, what's wrong? Who is this man?" her mother asked worried.

"This is Draco, and we just found something out. I guess it might had just slipped your mind to tell me that I'm a Pureblood. What the hell was that about!" she snarled.

I was getting a kick out of Hermoine. It was like the time in third year. Though I was a little worried for her mum. She looked about as pale as a ghost.

"Hermoine calm down, and take a seat." her father said coolly.

"I'm not gonna calm down until you explain to me what the hell is going on." she snapped at him.

"Hermoine love take a seat." I whispered into her ear. She did as I said. I sat down beside her, rubbing the back of her hand in circles with my thumb.

"Hermoine we didn't tell you you were a Pureblood because we gave up magic. Turning the first war with Voldemort your father and I lost everyone. I lost my sister. Your father lost his entire family. The war was too much to take so we escaped to the Muggle world. Never having anything to do with the Wizarding world again until you came along." her mum explained.

"That still doesn't explain why you didn't tell me I was a Pureblood." Hermoine said.

"We didn't tell you at first because you were to young. You wouldn't have understood until you were older. I'm so sorry, hon." Mr. Granger said.

"It's okay." Hermoine said.

Her parents got up to hug her. She hugged them back tightly. I watched in envy as the family made up. My family would never do that. After a fight we went our separate ways in anger. My way usually lead to a razor in the bathroom. I was glad it was a different way for Hermoine. I could bear to see her cut herself like I do. For her to hurt like I do.

"There that explains everything, Mione." I said.

"Yup." she said.

"Now who is this?" Mrs. Granger asked.

"Draco Malfoy, ma'am. Pleasure to meet you." I said, shaking her hand.

"Pleasure to meet you too. My name is Linda. This is my husband David." she said.

"Well, it was nice meeting you. I'll see you tomorrow, Mione." I said. I wanted to get out of here before they recognized me as a Malfoy, or they though I was a Death Eather. I didn't want them thinking I was going to harm Hermoine.

"Okay, bye Draco." she said.

"Bye, Mione." I said kissing her hand.

This was so much to take in. I now had a chance with Hermoine. If we could get my father to listen while I told him maybe I wouldn't have to sneak around with her.

I would need the perfect time to tell him thought. My mother would be more excepting. Probably would take Hermoine on a shopping trip. Father was going to be a lot harder. Maybe Hermoine could just punch him in the nose like she did me.I doubt it would work though.

When I feel asleep my thoughts were clouded. I thought of everything. Kissing Hermoine. Telling her about my scars. Discovering she was a Pureblood. Actually having a slight chance of a future with the girl I had loved since third year. It was to much to take in.

I grabbed the old iPod of Hermoine's that she had given me the other day. I scrolled down to artist. Clicking on Awolnation I pressed play on their song Sail. I fell asleep listening to the music.

Author's Note- Hope you like. I'm going to try suggesting a song or fanfiction author at the end of every chapter. This chapter is a song. Sail by Awohnation. I raped the replay buttom on my computer as I wrote . Favorite. Follow