Draco Malfoy:

I stood by the door a Troll could enter from.

I used to be terrified of those enormous hideous beasts, but there were so rare and mindless, there was no care left from me for them.

I stood with a ready trembling hand. I would never ask Potter for help. It's very unlike me. Yet, if I left this alone, I knew I were to end up in an inescapable trouble. I rolled up my left sleeve to see a scar outlining one side of my former mark. I have to do this.

I turned the knob, to find Potter at his desk writing with a quill.

"Draco." He says in surprise.

"Potter." I nodd. I struggled to walk forward. At the edge of his desk, I tell him what was to be known.

"Tom Riddle… as in Voldemort? That's impossible. His soul is left in the Limbo."

"That's why I'm telling you this." I grumbled. I yanked my sleeves up to reveal the outline of the Death Mark that has once became nothing but an unhealing scar. He corrects the posture of his glasses.

"Bloody hell." He pulls me to the side and took his hand out in front of me. "Come with me." He says. I questioned it. "Apparration" Potter explained.

I grabbed his hand, and we were sucked into a confined tube, and within second we were surrounded by dark stoned walls of a dreary still room. There was no wind, no sound, or much light.

"Where are we?"

"The resting chambers." I followed him down the corridor, with every footstep echoing against the inconspicuous walls. Stoned tombs, a few lavishing and others fractured and surfaced with dust and webs, all lined up on either sides of us. By the end of the hall, was an open doorway, leading into a room of four tombs. Embroidered with jewels and silk, free from age, laid the names of Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff.

In the corner of the room there was hatch on the floor.

"Alohomora" Says Potter. He swings the door open, and we go downwards into a steep stairway. Lumios. Finally finding the ground, we walked in a forward direction in the dim space. With only the light at the tip of our wands, I heard Potter whisper Alohomora before a clunk and a creak. A string of flames comes across on both sides of my eyes. Torches mantled on the wall lit, row by row, revealing a bare room of nothing else.

Potter continued forward. He laid his hand against the stone wall and began whispering an inaudible verse. Bricks tumbled down, one by one. I stepped back.

"Come along now." I followed him into the crater left by the collapsing bricks. In the center of this room, stood another tomb. He hovers his hand over the tomb, and it slides open. I peaked over to find the snake mangled man paler than he was, wrapped in a black cloak with his hand wrapped in his hands. He laid colder than he was and soulless and he always has been.

"Rubbish." Potter mumbled. The lids slides back over and he turns to me.

"We must hurry." He grabs my arm and we're back in the vortex.

Hermione Granger:

His hand was cold, like it had been immersed into ice.He seemed different, his sly smile, the darkness of his eyes, the sweetness of his voice, made it impossible for me to figure

him out.

"What's a pretty lass like you all alone in a bookstore?" his smirking smile appeared on his face. I hid behind my eyelashes, "Uh, just wanted to get one of my favorite books," I said awkwardly.

"I bet you're the brightest of your age."

I smile, remembering my nickname I had during my years at Hogwarts.

"Something like that." I giggles. His smirk turns into a virtuous smile. It was an odd charm than drawn into an intangible awe. I held wrapped my arms around the book that I held tightly against me. Walking to the counter, he follows.

"£7." Says the woman behind the cash register. Tom slings over his satchel in front of my and hands over the amount of money asked. The cashie winks at me, "a gentlemen who pays for your books. Quite a catch." She says with a smile.

"Oh... we aren't a couple." I say, waving my hand back and forth between us. She just smiled back, handing me my book . "Have a nice day." We quickly leave through the front door of the bookstore. Looking back, I noticed the lady had already abandoned the register.

"Sorry about that." He tells me.

"It's no problem." I say mumbling quietly. A wave of pain swept across my head, pounding, like a giant was stomping on my head.

"So what bring you here. You know, what's your story."

"I dont really have a story, Im just ordinary." I say, walking towards the direction of my apartment.

"Ordinary?" He questions. He stops to look at me. "Miss. Hermione, you're the most extraordinary being I've ever laid eyes on."

From the corner of my eyes I've met the familiar face that has ever been dear to me.

Draco. His face of pure animosity, he mutters Tom in a low angered voice.

I gave him a questioning look, curious of what he may know, and what I didn't. I noticed how close Tom was standing at me, noticing Draco staggering eyes, I quickly created space between us, "I have to go." I whispered to Tom, " I'm sorry." I rushed towards the door, and a sharp pain attacked the back of my head. I try to rummage into my purse finding my keys, opening the door. I slammed the door behind me, becoming lightheaded, my body swaying uncontrollably, I fell into a dark paster where everything around faded into darkness.

Draco Malfoy:

I held Tom by the collar, with his smug grin crooked in front of me.

He gave a questioning looking. "What? You're going to hurt me? Is that your plan?". I tugged harder. He gives another menacing grin.

"You love her, don't you, Mr. Malfoy?" He began chuckling.

"Hands off." He shoves me back and swings himself around by the door knob and enters my flat. Rushing in, I found him absent.

"Tom! You filthy swine." I rushed through the building, Crabbe and Goyle popping their heads from their rooms. Entering the lounge, I found Granger laid upon the floor.

I sprinted to the body. Her arms hung out and eyes wide open with pupils that had no attention or direction, I shook her repeatedly yelling Granger and then Hermione.

Granger.

Crabbe and Goyle stood above me, "Malfoy.".

I disregarded them. I kept rattling her body uncontrollably, occasionally leaning my ear towards her mouth.

"Malfoy." They yell again. They rise her on the sofa.

Granger.

I faltered back as I stood up. My lips quivered as a pain occurred in the back of my neck. I gagged by the drowning of liquid sorrow. I tossed myself around, aggressively pulling my hair back that fell over my eyes. Sobbing in disagreement and a deluded denial, I threw myself over the couch. Gripping her face, I say please.

Her deep brown eyes dwelled in emptiness, an absence of perception and consciousness of an entity of an immeasurable beauty. Not of the eyes, but the soul. Her beauty remains. Frilly hair that spread against the floor, pale thin lips absent of glow, and of course the eyes that see nothing.

Please, I say again.

I kneeled by her, thinking I hadn't had a proper goodbye. I let my lip touch hers. Keeping my face close, I whispered, please.