Hermione pushed open the door to the balcony and slipped outside into the cool breeze that ruffled her hair. She leaned against the barriers on the balcony and then whispered "Jay, Its me! Are you here?" No sooner had she finished her question, a boy on his broom appeared in front of her. She stepped back as he mounted off his broom and threw it aside before he took her in his arms. He hugged her fiercely and then dropped her back on the ground. She smiled at him as he pecked her on the cheek.
"Hey," she murmured
"Hello Hermione"
" Are they ok?" she asked worry clearly evident on her face, " I wrote to them again, did they read it? What did they do? Do they understand it's me? I really-"
"Hermione," he whispered as he pulled her down. He sat cross-legged on the floor and settled her in his lap as he rubbed soothing circles into her back. "Relax. Breathe honey." Hermione forced herself to breathe as she waited. " They read all your letters, they know they don't have a daughter. They keep telling the post-man that they aren't Mr. and Mrs. Granger and they tell him to send the letter to the poor girl's real parents whom she loves so much. Honestly they want a daughter now that you keep writing! Why did you do that spell? Didn't you think of it once?"
" Come on Jay! You know how the war was. I didn't want them to be killed. They don't remember they have a daughter that loves them so much. I..Jay…Isnt there a way? I want them back! You were there during that period. I just couldn't see them killed. It took me m..months to find them back. I..i miss them J! Its impossible to live… without parents who you don't even know they have me..I love them so much" she cried. Tears pooled in her eyes and leaked down slowly as she buried her head in the crook of his neck.
Draco eyed the boy that held Granger in his arms. Were they dating? Did Granger have a boyfriend? Was that why she didn't want to kiss him? The looked the boy up and down.
This boy, Jay, was tall as tall as himself most likely. Just a hint darker than him and this boy had cinnamon green eyes that accented his dark brown hair. It lay to the side but was not gelled. Natural looking, even Draco had to admit that this boy looked good. He had understood quite a bit of what they were talking about. Granger's parents. Did they not love her anymore? Or did they not want to see her? He felt sympathy tugging at his heart as he saw tears leaking from her eyes. Draco sat there across from the couple watching the petite girl cry into the boy's shirt. He let her stain it and said nothing but rubbed soothing circles into the slender back of the girl. He sighed, they looked so comfortable with each other and he felt like he was intruding their privacy although it was a little disconcerting to see Granger in the arms of someone else. Apparently the violin was playing violent tunes that accompanied thoughts of the darker boy dying a painful death by Draco's hands. He let out an inaudible sigh and left the room silently wishing he could find a beautiful distraction at this time of the night.