Draco Malfoy:

The hissing of Parseltongue screeched in my ear.

I jerked upwards, finding myself in my bed again. Rubbing my eyes of sleep and horror, I walked out into the lounge. The fire was still scorching behind its grate by the time I left my room. I trudged my way into the kitchen, half asleep and tasseling my hair with my fingers. The moment I tilted the kettle toward my cup, I drop it.

I hear the hissing of the unknown source again. I couldn't understand it at all, yet ever second of it pained me. Gripping against the sink, it began to fade.

"Draco," said a voice. "Draco," I heard again. I turned around and then tossed myself over the sink again.

"Bloody hell" I yell. I've completely forgotten Potter had told Granger to stay at our flat. I was turned around to keep every front inch of my body hidden from her. I was about half-naked and in only in my knickers. Mind you, to consider how they're made and what purpose they are to fulfill.

After a moment of complete awkwardness, I went back to my room to slip on a pair of jim trousers and then returned to the lounge.

Granger hands me a mug of chamomile tea and we both sat in front of the dancing flames. I heard her chuckle a bit before I joined her. Nothing hysterical or bolstering, but a laugh that seeped out with a breathe.

I watched her from the side of my eye as she continued to chuckle. She takes a sip from her mug and turns to me. I gazed in her warm brown eyes for a brief moment until I've lost every thought and sight irrelevant to it. I felt a longing being lured by her complete existence that sat beside me. She was beautiful in all of exquisiteness, and bright as when the stars would shine their brightest among a vast land where no artificial light can ever reach. She was the genuineness among a corrupted reality and corrupted soul I held so heavily.

"Granger," I tell her, "Have you ever come to forgiving me?" I asked while turning my gaze away to watch the flames. "To tell you the truth, I've lost all grips of myself, and I'm not quite sure who I am anymore. And i thought, that when the moment comes, and I'm entirely incapable of mocking you-" I stopped in mid sentence, unable to say the rest.

For about the longest time, I've held a deep tenderness for Granger. I was never quite sure why, or even how. It has always seemed completely daft and the thought of it was intangible. I was very sure she'd never returned such delicate emotions I once held for her, and it wasn't long before those feeling fled, but upon it's erratic return I will once again begin to fathom it.

"That maybe, that day I'd be able to answer something." Maybe I was drunk on my word, or the feelings that were given off at the moment. I didn't continue what I had brought up, but I look at her and told her, "I need you." After pausing for a moment I continue, "to help me."

I felt her hand automatically rest on mine, her eyes gazing at me.

"I will be right here, whenever you need me." She assured me. I looked up at her to see a blush has swept over her grinning face. I looked at her for a brief moment.

"Hermione Granger. I can not imagine how lucky Weasley is. You are the most exquisite witch I have ever met." She looks at me with her doe-like eyes widened, the blush on her face deepening in color. "He won't be for long. . I filed for a divorce about a month ago.

I have to got to court tomorrow. He just isn't what he was when I married him. He has changed for the worst, he... he scares me." She says. I can see her visibly shaking, and fear arising from within her. I gleamed into her eyes till I felt a force before me, engining from an emotion I've longed geared away from

I leaned in towards her and paused with only two inches between us, both of our eyes dodging each others glances. I couldn't inch any forward, recognizing that she couldn't either. I just looked at her. Uncomfortable it was, I refused to step back or even more forward.

At some point I wrapped her hair over her ear, held her chin and approached her pale lips. But, within seconds, I pull back and tell her sorry.

"It's ok." She quickly says and then explains. "Ron will try to use anything and anyone against me, I don't want you to be one of them. If they knew, they wouldn't believe you have changed. . . Ron would make sure they're reminded of your former-self. " She shifted away from me so her body was directly facing mine.

"I'm not ashamed of you, I would never be. . It's my decision. not theirs." A smile spreads across my face as I heard the words pass her lips. Feeling like I fell into oblivion- I tell myself, please don't wake me up.