The Blood That Seperates Us [H.G. x D.M.]

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What the hell was Malfoy doing with that cabinet?

The golden trio sit upon a rooftop in knockturn alley, staring into borgin and burke's.

After greyback closed the curtains, Hermione, Ron and, Harry all slid off of the roof and continued their way back to diagon alley.

"What the hell was that?" Ron asked

"I don't know but Malfoy looked awful by the bloody looks of him." Harry paused. "but I guess if I was just made a death eater I would be depressed too." Harry finished.

"Harry! How could you assume something to terribly awful about someone! Even if it is Draco." Hermione said turning to face Harry and Ron and stopping them from walking.

"Please can we just enjoy our day and not worry about bloody death eaters?" Ron complained

"Yes of course we can. I'm sorry. Malfoy is just too I don't know..." obvious? easy? No. His father is a death eater. He's in Azkaban. Who would need to fill those shoes. Draco. "Nevermind let us carry on." Harry pulled out of his head and finished his sentence. Hermione turned and started walking with her friends.

Except now it felt like she just added 200 pounds onto her shoulders.

The thing was, Hermione knew what Draco was. He was a death eater. She even knew what the god damn cabinet was about.

but she couldn't tell Harry.

And she never would.

You see, Draco sory of found Hermione over the summer right after his 16th birthday.

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June 7th 1996

Hermione was reading in her room in muggle london late into the night as she always did when she got her latest books for the upcoming school year.

Until she heard the unmistakable pop of apparation.

Who? Who could be apparating outside of her door? Ron she thought but what reason would he have to-

"Malfoy?!"

"Shut up Granger and Listen."

"No, I don't think I will. you and in MY house. How the hell do you even know how to apparate here? Why the hell are you here?"

"Are you fucking done yet Granger?" Draco growled through gritted teeth stepping around her into her childhood bedroom, hands in his pocket bent over looking at a picture of Hermione when she was 7.

"I- I guess I am."

"Look Granger I have no idea why I'm here and I sure as hell don't know why I'm here with the likes of yourself."

"To be fair you are the one sitting on my bed."

"It seems so Granger."

an uncomfortable silence fell over the pair until Hermione heard

a whimper?

"Draco are you-"

"Just shut up Granger."

She moved to sit next to him on the bed, probably closer than she should have. He tensed as he felt the bed being pushed down next to him.

"Please Draco tell me what happened." Hermione said puting a hand on his knee. In that moment Hermione completely forgot that Draco Malfoy was in her bedroom and she still had no clue why.

"I don't know why I came to Gryfindoor's own golden girl's house but listen her- Granger. Please you have to understand please I didn't- He did it- he just he made me because my dad
and I couldn't-"

Hermione was at a loss for words. Draco. "Shut up you filthy little mudblood" Draco was sitting in front of her. sobbing.

"Shh Draco do you need anything? tea?"

"No Granger all I need is for anyone to listen. for you to listen. I don't know why I came here. you'll probably just push me out. which I actually can't comprehend why you haven't yet."

Hermione still had no clue what to say. Why the hell was Draco Malfoy in her room at 3 a.m. sobbing on her bed? She really had no fucking clue. Before she could think any further
Draco was doing something she wasn't really sure of the intent.

Draco was standing up and stood in front of her towering over her even more than usual becuase she was sitting down.

Draco reached for his sleeve and slowly pulled it back to reveal his red and adgitated dark mark.

Hermione couldn't say anything. how could she? how could she- what could she say to that. that evil mark of the most dark wizard.

"Look Hermione I'm sorry I even cam here. I just had no one and-" Draco was letting silent tears fall from his face.

Hemrione had never seen him like this. In fact she had never seen him with any other face than a scowl or smirk.

Draco turned to leave, Hermione grabbed his now exposed forearm and stopped him from leaving. But when he turned and she saw his tear fille deyes.-

oh god, those eyes.

everything came crashing over hermione like a tsunami.

Draco was broken. Shattered. By nothing of his own doing. This poor boy had been taken for granted his whole life. Reduced to the public eye as the mean-spirited bully. And she had fell for it. Fell for the ice cold front he had put on.

Hermione pulled him into a hug. If words failed her maybe actions could save her.

"You don't have to explain right now Draco. All I need you to know at this very moment is it's okay, and i'm not going to tell anyone. you're hurting and you're broken. I can see it in your eyes."

"Hermione it's not that simple." Draco finally spoke after a long while of the pair just standing their embrace.

"I have to do something... something I would never want to do. But it's either do it or I die like most of everything in my life is now."

After the conversation taht occured after that comment made Hermione sick. What the fuck had she just gotten herself into? And why was she even helping him? Well that's just how fucked the world is. And how fucked Hermione is along with it.

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A/N: Hello! I am not a fan of A/Ns in strorys so this is the last of these for a while.

Draco may have seemed soft in this but let me assure you he will not be like this forever.

This may have seemed weird but maybe Draco and Hermione have some history we never knew about ?;)))

anyways, thank you for reading luvs :))