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When he woke up he found himself on a small bed. The soft sheets felt comfortable after weeks of sleeping on the stone cold floor.
He felt a cool breeze blow across his face and turned his head to see a bushy haired witch opening the window. He winced remembering how he had last seen her. She turned when she heard him sit up.
"You're awake!" She exclaimed.
He nodded. "Where are we? What happened after I-..."
He trailed off it didn't sound very manly to say he fainted, even though that was exactly what had happened.
Hermione looked back out the window.
"Harry and Ron came and they disarmed Beletrix. Dobby had let them out of the cellar and then he apperated us all out. There's more to it but its not really that important."
She sighed and when she turned back to him her eyes were misty.
"When we apperated Beletrix threw the dagger right at us, but Dobby moved in the way of it. He... He's dead."
Draco turned his head and bit back his tears. He had loved the little house elf. Dobby had always been kind to him, even when Draco had to pretend to treat him poorly.
"I opened the window for you.. It must have been hard for you. Trapped inside for so long. How long were you there?"
He turned back to her, and saw understanding in her expression.
He sighed. "Almost a month..."
It had been like torture for him. He had longed to see the sun, the moon, to smell fresh air. But he had been trapped.
He looked down at the pale blue covers, before looking back at her.
"You know, don't you Hermione."
She looked down and blushed before nodding slowly.
"Yes, I could tell by the way you reacted to her when she was hurting me, and then when you saw the knife...you.."
She sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Dobby saved you didn't he?"
He looked at her, for once there was no judgement, no hate , just a question.
"Yeah. He did."
He looked down at his hands.
"Before I was sent to Hogwarts, I was coached by my mother. She told me who to be friends with who to avoid or hate. At first I didn't know why, I only knew that I had to obey her to keep my father happy. Or at least that's what I thought."
He breathed deeply and looked up at her, he expected her to hate him or just walk away. But he just sat listening intently.
"I realized he was doing it to protect me and them. It would have been dangerous if a death-eater's son was best friends with the boy who lived.. She was trying o protect me.. I realized recently exactly what she had done. If I acted like a cruel arrogant pure blood, no one would ever think that I could be anything else."
He sighed
"It was all a lie. During the first year banquet I was chanting slytherin to myself before the hat even hit my head. Crabb and Goyle became my friends only because I was told to befriend them. I was a lie all of it."
He looked at her.
"You may not believe me but-..."
She interrupted him.
"How long?"
He blinked. "What? I'm not quite sure what you mean."
"You're.. You're.. Condition... How long?"
He laughed.
"I don't care if you say it Granger. I am an Elven Fae. As was my mother."
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