The beginning of the end

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It was Sunday morning around 10a.m and the Malfoy house was quiet. Deathly quiet. It has been this quiet the last few months, especially since the war had finished. Lucius hasn't spoken to Draco since he helped Harry Potter during the battle, but it not for the reason Draco thinks.

Draco was currently sitting in his room, he hasn't slept, he hasn't slept for months. Scared that if he falls asleep he will hear her screaming. He always hears her screams. Scared that when he sleeps he will see the torture that he has seen people go through especially her. Even if he falls asleep for 10 minutes she always appears. He didn't feel sorry for himself, even when he tries to take the stupid mark away, but he felt sorry for her. She endured something she didn't have to and was branded with a name he had called her throughout their years at school. Mudblood.

He shifted his position and walked to his door, no matter how hard he tries not to think about her he does. Hermione Jean Granger. The Muggleborn, know it all Gryffindor Princess that Draco sees in his dreams, the girl he has always had strong feelings about, and he knew now that the feeling wasn't hatred.

Today Draco was going to Diagon Alley, as he agreed after his mother kept moaning and drowning to go back and finish off his 7th year.


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