And so we meet again (Dramione)

prologue

A/N This prologue is quite short as I am not good at writing long chapters although I shall try to write longer chapters in the future. Before I begin I would like to dedicate this chapter to a friend of mine who: A)is the reason I wrote this book B)is awesome and C)is updating her amazing book today. So thanks @darkwingedangel
Enjoy...

Hermione's P.O.V

I woke up two days after the battle of Hogwarts mostly happy, I know things went wrong and people died, but so did Voldemort, the darkest wizard of all time! Don't get me wrong,  I'm so terribly upset over the loss of friends, family and others but because of their sacrifice a whole world is free, millions of people free from fear, they saved us all! I may sound selfish but I'm only trying to stay positive, being strong for Ron is proving extremely difficult but he needs someone to be strong while he balances on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Ron has been distant lately, I think he's mourning over the loss of his dear brother: Fred Weasly. It was a shock to the many people who knew him, who laughed with him, who saw him. Ginny and Ron are stuck, upset and not knowing what to do. Whatever Fred has done he was still their older brother and a role model to them both. Bill and Charlie are also distraught, one of their younger brothers is dead. They have made an unbreakable vow with each other to come and visit the family every Christmas and every summer as they think they should have spent more time with the family. Percy is within his own deep session of regret, the times he spent acting like the ministry meant more than his own family when he could have been spending time with Fred, time he didn't know was limited. Arthur, like me, is trying to be strong. He needs to mourn too but right now his focus was his wife and children. Molly Weasly took it badly as Fred was her son and meant the world to her. She took the news badly, second only to George. Fred and George were inseparable, that's why George took it the worst. The troublesome twins did everything together, they pranked others together, they set up a business together, they grew up together, they even spoke together. Never was one seen without the other!Just then Ron stumbled in red around his eyes. He must have been thinking about Fred, It is his funeral today so I doubt he slept at all.

'Ron, are you okay? where have you been? I was so worried!' I blurted out, finally being able to relax knowing he's safe.

'Hermione, yes, out and good for you. Why are you here anyway, it's not like you're wanted!' he screamed. Taking a count of my speechless expression and the tears dripping down my face like a leaky cauldron, he smirked. 'GET. OUT!'

'B-but what about F-F-fred' I muttered, wary of the evil glint in his eye. His expression turned murderous.

'YOU DARE MENTION HIM TO ME, FRED. IS. DEAD. This funeral won't bring him back and neither will you and your pathetic magical skills' he shouted at me.

*SLAP*

I froze, he just slapped me. I lay still. shocked. Ron grabbed me arm, leaving finger-shaped  bruises on my wrist, and chucked me out the door. Screaming at me to never come back, he slammed the door. I was scared and alone. What did I do wrong! All I have now is the clothes on my back and my wand in my pocket. Nothing more, nothing less. Who will help me now?...

HARRY POTTER!

I quickly apparated to Godric's Hollow and stumbled up to his front door.
knock, knock, knock.

opening the door he sighed 'Hermione, why are you here?' he questioned. I immediately launched into my tale, recounting the events of my morning with perfect accuracy.  'It's true' he sighed (again, this is becoming a habit) 'you're not wanted. The only thing that Ron lied about was your magic skills, they are amazing that's why we became friends. We became friends after we saved you,  we saved you to befriend you, be greatful why don't you; at least we gave you friends throughout your time at Hogwarts. We're greatful for all you've done to help us win the war but all we really needed was your brain, not your friendship. Sorry Hermione' and for the second time in one hour one of my (ex)best friends slammed a door in my face.

Feeling betrayed, I turned to walk away I am betrayed, I am distraught, I am broken... I don't deserve this!

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Draco's P.O.V

I woke up two days after the battle of Hogwarts devastated, I am at fault for many deaths. I blindly followed in my family's footsteps, over to the dark side. My father was in Voldemort's inner circle and I became a death eater too. My stupid attempts to please my father and uphold my family's honour were wrong.  l should have helped those who were fighting for what is right.  I know that now,  but it's too late! My Father is in Azkaban, my mother died a heroic death after saving Harry Potter during the war. ..I am all alone.

I Have nothing left either, nothing. To pay the debts that the war brought us in I had to sell most of my stuff, all I have left is an extendable bag containing the Malfoy ring, one of mums old outfits (to remember her), three of my outfits, quite a bit of food, 10 galleons and 8 sickles. I also have what I'm wearing and my wand. I am giving away ownership of my house today!
knock, knock, knock

opening the door I sighed. As I walked out the door the new owner of Malfoy Mannor, Neville Longbottom,  spoke out 'get out and stay out' as if I was an animal. He slammed the door in my face.  Payback I will assume,  I deserve it.

I am shunned, I am ashamed, I am broken... I deserve this!