dramione one shots

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Her pale lips and white face were nothing compared to the warm jolly faces of the men surrounding her.

He sucked in a breathe as he saw how thin she was. It wasn't meant to be this way. Shed won the bloody war. She shouldn't be sat here, out in the cold – sleeping rough. He'd been watching her for some time now, not sure whether to interrupt her life. Last time they had seen each other, Hermione hated him so much, and he didn't want to get punched again.

Every evening at exactly 7 pm, she would enter the café in which Draco sat. shed looked around fro a while, before walking over to a man and then left with him. And Draco did not want to know what happened when they left.

But how did she come to be like this?

The Gryffindor princess, the bushy haired beaver, goody two shoes and here she was. A prostitute.

One night Draco had plucked up the courage to talk to her. But of course in disguise. His pale blonde hair become auburn and he spread some freckles across his face. If only his father saw him now. He was a bloody Weasley.

Of course he being amazingly irresistible she approached him. And that's when he saw the change in her eyes. There were huge black bags under them, and the specks of gold he had once seen her hazel eyes were gone. She seemed so lifeless, and Draco intended to know why.

After a couple of drinks, the two left for a hotel, Hermione still not suspecting anything.

"So, how did you end up doing this?" he asked curious.

"none of your business. You get a shag - I get money – end of. No back stories."

Draco growled. He pondered his thoughts. What if I changed back to myself? What would she do? Is it worth the risk? He decided the latter. Whilst she was in the bathroom he removed all the charms he had placed upon himself.

Hermione practically fainted when she came back to the room. Her eyes, like many years ago, became bright as she stared at him in shock. She looked as though she could kiss him, and she nearly did. Her face came close to his and briefly touched his lips, before she went to his ear.

"you want to know how I ended up like this?" she asked seductively. Draco shivered underneath her.

"it was you. You did this to me." Draco gave her the most confused look. At this point she took out her wand and cast a spell. He fell to the floor and a black smoke left his mouth and hi grey eyes returned silver.

"'Mione?"

"You remember? Oh my god you remember me?"

"yes of course Mione. I love you. How could I ever forget you?"

Truth was, Hermione had cast Obliviate on Draco. She'd done the most horrid thing and snogged ron so she thought it was best that, she erased any memory he had of her. At the time she had been too distraught to think but then it was too late. She only remembered the removal spell that month.

And for the past month, she'd been selling herself out to men she didn't even know, just hoping that he'd find her. Because Draco Malfoy was sure to come to a club that he lived near. And she'd been waiting and waiting for so long, for him to come to her.

And he finally did.

He'd come home.

AN

I feel like this one was slightly weird, it kinda was.

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its fanfiction :)

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