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From the same dark place	By : Dramionepurehearts Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 1401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowlings I only claim the plot the rest belongs to her. I write this stories for fun. I dont make a profit from this. Only written for fun This is a Dramione fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Silent Children
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“It’s the Silent children you have to watch for, because what they are hiding may be the greatest source of pain for them.”
            Draco Malfoy was five years old when he first realized that life can be so cold and cruel.   He was running around the manor barefoot and laughing with Rachael Quile who was a muggle. He and his new friend had just gotten picked up from daycare by Mrs. Malfoy. She had hoped to teach her son that muggles were of no lesser value than purebloods, for she knew that her husband would soon teach their son the dark, hateful so called logic that muggles and muggleborns were worthless. And that a dead muggle was better that a breathing one. And many other sorts of darkness that Lucius would soon teach him. Narcissa had to teach him how to be good and kind first before Lucius ruined him. And so far so good, he had three muggle friends with Rachael being his best friend. She had come over every day after daycare. And even spent the night once. I think my son had a crush on the girl. I think that is so cute. Tonight she is going to spend the night again, unfortunately when Lucius comes back in about a month this can’t continue its too dangerous for her. I will let him be carefree and happy for now and the day before Lucius comes back I will explain to Draco everything, including what Lucius will teach him. So that he will be prepared so that he can’t be changed. I want my little boy to stay happy even when darkness runs the household.
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            Draco running by his mum laughing was trying not to be it. Rachey had just found him now he had to make it to base before she got him or else he would have to pay the penalty which was a tickling fest. “You not get me Rachey.” “ I will too Dray-Dray .” I was about to touch base when I tripped and Rachey jumped on me and started tickling me. That caused me not to be able to stop laughing. After what seemed like forever she stopped. “Draco, Rachael it’s time for dinner.” Mum called us. I grabbed Rachey’s hand and we ran to the dining room. I did that cause she gets lost sometimes. A hour later Me and Rachey were sitting with mum and she was telling us the legend of the mighty Slytherin prince and the brave Gryffindor princess. I knew that Slytherin and Gryffindor were houses at a wizard school called Hogwarts. But I didn’t understand why a Slytherin and Gryffindor couldn’t be together if they wanted to. But oh well it made a great story. The prince and princess fell in love and it was forbidden because their families were enemies. And when each family discovered the prince and princess were in love a bitter war broke out and the Slytherins kidnapped the princess without the prince’s knowledge. By use of magic of course.
            They tortured her by use of many curses, and knowing she was going to die she put spell on herself and her love because she overheard the plan which was he was going to die after watching her die. The spell was to make them reborn over 900 years later in a time where she hoped where it would be a better time for them. Then the time came for her to die they used the imperlious curse on her so she would come easily. They came before the prince who was suspicious of his family thinking they knew where she was. He demanded of them where she was. And they said right here in this room. They told her to make herself known. She was still under the imperlious. She made herself visible. She was wearing a cloak that covered her much thinner frame. They told her to take off her cloak which she did. Her once beautiful gown of Scarlet was in tatters, Her blood was hidden on the red of her gown. The prince knew right away that she was under the curse and cried out in objection. They told him no then acciod his wand. And told him today he was going to watch his lover die. And die the muggle way. They told her not to move. And the king sank a dagger deep into her then pulled it out. And the curse was lifted from her. The Gryffindor princess cried out in pain, and the princes cried out and caught her as she feel. Blood poured out from her deep open wound. She grew weak. He started to cry. “Don’t shed a tear over me my love, we will be together again, another time and another life. Our love will let us live again. In a bit over 900 years we will see each other again as members of a new generation.” She whispered to him between gasps. I love you forever Draconus.” She whispered then breathed her last.
            The prince lost it, but he held back his tears as he rocked back and forth. “PATHTIC!” The king bellowed as he gave the order and the killing curse was placed upon his son. That was where the legend ended. I loved the story and so did Rachey. But then it was time for bed. Mum gave Rachey my bed and I was to sleep on the floor. Then she wished us goodnight and left. “Dray-Dray?” “Yes?” “Can you please sleep up here? Its too dark in your room.” “okay.” I said and then I got up and got in bed. And held her hand so she wouldn’t be afraid. “I like you Rachey.” “I like you too Dray-Dray.”    We soon fell asleep after that.
            But a crash of something soon woke us up. “Narcissa how could you do this to me, you allowed that filthy muggle girl stay here with my son!” Rachey heard that and started to cry for she didn’t understand and she didn’t know that was my father. I held her and we went farther under the covers. “Lucius can’t we deal with this in the morning they’re asleep.” SMACK. “No! This well be dealt with now! I will not let my son believing in this nonsense that muggles and mudbloods are the same as us and lets all be friends! I will not have it!” Then I heard a pop! And I knew that father was now in my room. Rachey was ripped from me magically and was brought into the air and he put the Cruciatus curse on her. She was screaming. “Father please stop, stop hurting Rachey.” I cried. “No Draco and I will tell you why in a moment. But first tell this filth who I am.” Rachey, this is Lucius Malfoy, He’s my father.” She looked scared and surprised, and I don’t blame her, the man that was hurting her was her best friend’s father. “Very good Draco. Now Draco the reason that I’m going to kill this piece of filth is because non magical people are filth and not worth the dirt on your shoes. Their blood is dirty and the magic that is present in our veins in absent in theirs. And that makes them dirt and worthless.” Then my father dropped her. “Avada Kedavra!” Then green came from father’s wand and it hit Rachey, and she stopped moving. I don’t even think she was breathing anymore. “Rachey!” I cried out. “Your pathetic Draco what did I just tell you?” He put his wand back into his black cane and he started hitting me with it. “Father! Stop stop it!” But father was not stopping, he wasn’t stopping.
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            Hermione Granger was four years old during this time that Draco was five. Her mother had died and within a month her father had remarried to this mean lady named Helene Burn , she had three children of her own. And the only child of her’s that wasn’t cold like her was her daughter Hannah. Hannah was ten, and was watching Hermione read. Her brother Ben had just broke this china plate of her mothers. And knowing him he would blame it on Hermione. And knowing her mother she would believe Ben. That boy was really spoiled. I went to mother and tried to tell her that Hermione didn’t brake the plate, she was reading the whole time. Then mother slapped me and told me not to tell fibs. I cried not just for myself but for what was to come for the poor girl.
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            I am reading this book Hannah let me borrow. It’s a Shakespeare story. Called Romeo and Juliet. She also gave me this other book that makes the old English easier to understand. And so far the story is really good. Then a hand grasped my arm roughly and I dropped the books. Helene picked me up a shook me hard. “Do you not care about anyone’s things but your own?” “What do you mean I’m going to give the books back to Hannah and they will be in the same condition that she let me borrow them.” “I’m not fucking talking about books!” She slapped me across the face. “I’m talking about my nice china plate you broke!” I hate when adults use small words just because I’m little. “I didn’t brake your plate Muma Helene.” I told her and calling her what she told me to call her. “You are a liar Hermione and do you know what happens to liars?” ……….. “They get punished!” She said and then she threw me and I get the wall. Then she started hitting me and wouldn’t stop. Why won’t she stop?
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September 12^th 1995
       Dear Diary,
It’s been two weeks since Lucius had killed poor young Rachael, I had to modify the memories of her parents so that they would think that she was sick and I offered to talk her to this really good doctor. And that they forgot to tell me she was allergic to penicillin, this muggle medicine, that I had to research. And the doctor had given her penicillin not knowing of her allergy. And it killed her. So that way the muggles wouldn’t come after us. But that doesn’t help my son. He had watched his father kill his best friend and then his father beat him for reacting like a human being.
He has never recovered, and now Lucius beat him again. For asking me to tell him the legend of the Slytherin Prince and the Gryffindor princess. This time he beat him with both his wand and his cane. My heart cried out for my son. I’m a horrible mother because I fear the man I call my husband. I don’t know what to do.
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September 18^th 1995
Dear Diary,
I’m scared now of my mother. She has hit me some more times because I tried to tell someone what she did to Hermione. And now today Hermione got hurt again and I didn’t know what to do. I watched (from a safe place) her tie something around hermione’s mouth so the neighbors cant hear her scream. And She hit her and then took her cigarette and burnt her back with it. I felt like throwing up. I knew my mother had a temper but not that bad of one.
And Hermione tried to tell her father what happened and mother interrupted and said she noticed the marks too and that’s some neighbor kids must have done it. Then later she took a horse whip and beat Hermione with it. I wanted to cry. When mother left I did my best to comfort her and I tied to help her wounds even though I’m just a kid myself, I don’t know about medicine like a doctor would. I feel so bad. I wish I did. I’m going to let Hermione borrow which ever of my books that she wants. I know it doesn’t make up for what my mother does, but I hope that it tells her that I’m nothing like my mother.
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December 20,1995
Dear Diary,
My son hasn’t smiled in many weeks. And Lucius has been beating him so often I’m afraid that my diary as become a memoir of the burden that my son carries. In fact this is my second entry in my new diary I’ve already finished my other diary because of writing about the beatings my son has endeared. I swear my husband just looks for reason’s to beat him. Our son is the picture of politeness as well as the picture of a well off pureblood child. But he isn’t happy or carefree anymore. Though he has become friends with my friend Isabella Zabini’s son Blaise, He doesn’t laugh and run around as he did with Rachael. Now its all about playing with simple spells that are often used for mischief. But he still doesn’t smile.
He hasn’t given me his Christmas list, and he always does. I think he no longer believes in Nicholas Gift the wizard spirit of Christmas anymore. And that breaks my heart. The Spirit of Christmas is the wizard version of Father Christmas or Santa Claus. And Draco is only five, he is still supposed to dream of fairytales such as this. And still have dreams of his own. And I’m afraid that he has lost his dreams.
Lucius got home earlier and was furious with Draco for not punish a house elf for not offering to serve his guest. And the beatings began again like a cruel never ending cycle I don’t know how to stop. I never wanted this for my son… Never! How do I save my son from the never ending darkness now?
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December 24,1995
Dear diary
I’m really worried about Hermione. She no longer asks to go with me when I go out with my friends. She just hangs back and tells me to have fun. I know she wants to come. But she stays behind because mother wants her to. She doesn’t want her to have fun. Just makes her study school stuff and she isn’t even in school yet. And if she gets something wrong that mother wanted her to study she will rip up the test and beat her against the wall. Then tell her to study some more and if she hasn’t learn what she was supposed to when she tests her again then she does the same thing again.
This is too much to put on a four year olds shoulders. Am I the only one that hasn’t forgotten that Hermione is only four years old?
And Hermione didn’t even send Father Christmas her wish list. Mother would have allowed that. She has given up on such things it seems. And it seems that only her father and I got her a gift out of this family. I got her a collection of the classics in Lititure such as Pride and prejudice , Sense and Sensibility and many others all hard cover. I know she will enjoy them. And I haven’t a clue what her father got her.
And of course mother beat her again this time burning her then cutting her up. Blood was everywhere. And as the second part of her so called punishment Mother made her clean it up. I helped her when mother wasn’t looking. This is the first time I’ve ever cried on Christmas. And when mother lied to her father once again about what happened. Something strange happened the lights went on and off a window broke and on the walls “Liar Liar Bad woman, you lie!” Apeared all over the walls. I don’t know how that happened but I’m glad it did. I found out later that Hermione somehow caused it. But I’m not going to tell Mother.
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August 22, 1999
Dear Diary
It has been four years since I started writing about my husband beating Draco. And now that my son turned nine in July, I’ve noticed that he is much more quiet and he is always frowning and sometimes even scowling. The tutors always ask him what is on his mind. And he says nothing of great importance. He does speak up during lessons with Blaise when he has to but he hardly ever. He also has been raised his whole life knowing about that Potter boy and now I think Lucius is teaching him how to hate him.
Something that I never wanted for him. That was a lesson I never wanted him to learn was how to hate. At least I know there is still hope. When he was five I had gave him a written copy of the Legend of the Slytherin Prince and the Gryffindor princess, and he still reads it.
But I know I wont be the one to help him find the light. Someone else closer to him in a way I will never be will have to help him. And I pray that that person finds him soon. Cause my son is just a shell in a dark world.
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August 24,1999
Dear Diary,
Today, mother made me go to Hermione’s school because it was bring a big brother or big sister to school as a part of their spirit week at the elementary school. Not that I mind it just so hard to see how Hermione is now after four years of mother abusing her. She is so quiet, she doesn’t really have friends. Since mother has her on a strict study schedule she knows all the answers in class and the other kids tease her horribly. I sat in the bigger seat next to her desk and watch her answer question after question and hear all the kids say such mean things. A lot of which I can’t repeat. And at recess I went to get water and when I came back all these kids surrounded her.
And they were starting to push her around and stuff and then swing set came apart and came on top of them. And I know she did it. But I also know that she can’t help it, she cant control this I guess you can call it magic. But someone still blamed it on Hermione and though there was no way to prove it, they took the kid’s word. I tried to convince the teachers that it wasn’t her fault but none listened. They called my mother.
She came all angry, I can tell she came in all angry and she was fake pretending to care but not really. And when it was time to go she grabbed Hermione harshly. One of the teacher said something but mother just said “unless you have a problem child of your own I suggest you don’t tell me how to handle mine.” I wanted to say something in the car but Hermione stopped me with tears in her eyes. She didn’t want me to get hurt for getting in the way.
But I worry because Hermione has become so quiet and she doesn’t seem to care what happens to her anymore. Its like she isn’t living her life, its like she is just there. What happened to my little sister?
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August 28^th, 2001
Dear Diary,
Some weeks ago my son got his Hogwarts letter I was so proud I hugged Draco. Lucius didn’t do anything it was expected. All he said was , “You better be in Slytherin son. No Malfoy has ever been placed in any other house. If you are you shame us.” And then he walked away. Anyway on the 30^th I plan on taking Draco to Diagon alley to get his supplies. Draco read his letter calmly no excitement spread upon his face it was like he was stone. I worry about that boy so much.
Lucius has beat his son again because he found his written copy of the Legend of the Slytherin prince and the Gryffindor princess. I cried for him. But I made this journal for him and the first several pages are the story only he and whoever he chooses can read it. That should keep Lucius out. The journal was part of a two part set. The other was a diary but I didn’t need it, so I didn’t purchase it. I hope that it doesn’t matter. I mean who sells journals and diarys as a set?
Any way I look forward to seeing Draco off to Hogwarts. Hard to believe that in a few short years he will be an adult wizard. But any way I hope his Hogwarts years are as spell binding for him as they were for me.
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August 29^th,
Dear Diary,
Today Hermione got a strange letter. From someplace called Hogwarts. Mother thought it was a joke so she tore it up. Until some strangely dressed woman appeared on our door step. She introduced herself as professor McGonagall. She let herself in and sat mother and Hermione’s father down and explained to us that Hermione was a witch and she has to go to Hogwarts so she could learn how to properly use her magic. My mother laughed and accidently on purpose spilt the tea on the professor.
The professor narrowed her eyes and turned mother into a rat. And then farther explained to Hermione’s father the importance of Hermione going to Hogwarts school. He eventually agreed. She then explained to us what a portkey was. And said that either a parent or an older sibling had to take her to diagon alley to get her school supplies. Frank explained that mother and himself had work, and was booked for the next three weeks. I then stood up and said I will take her. “Thank you whats your name?” The teacher said addressing me.
“My name is Hannah ma’am.” “Well Hannah Tomorrow, you and Hermione must be ready at 10 sharp, all you two have to do is both have to grab hold of this and it will transport you to Diagon alley. This are the list of supplies you will need. And I will meet you there so we can exchange your muggle money for wizard money. Mr. Granger you will provide your daughters with muggle money correct?” “yes ma’am.” He said. “Good. Well I miss be off I have a school term to prepare for, being both a teacher and a head of house. Nice to meet you Frank, Hannah and Hermione.” Then she left and a minute later mother was changed back into her normal form.
And for like an hour she was in shock didn’t speak or move. Then when Frank left she attacked Hermione and me. Her for being a witch and I for agreeing to help her. But I wouldn’t change my mind. Hermione is more of a sister to me than my other siblings are siblings to me. So of course I’d help her I love her. I wonder what tomorrow will be like.
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Mum and I are going to Diagon alley in fact we are flooing there. I don’t really care about getting my supplies I just want to get to Hogwarts already so I could get into Slytherin and make father proud. I’ve been here before with Blaise so I’m not as amazed as other first years are when mother takes me. She looks so disappointed that I’m not standing there amazed like all the other first years. So I give her a slight smile. That makes her smile. I had to give her that. She loves me and I’m afraid that I’m a bit of a disappointment to her. “Hello professor.” Mum said to this older woman that seemed strict. “Good morning Narcissa Malfoy. Hello Draco.” “Good morning professor.” I said. Then I noticed two girls behind here, well one was closer to woman than girl. They were dressed strangely. The younger one looked up at me, considering she is shorter. Her cinnamon brown ones met my gray ones.
          And for a few moments I was lost in her eyes I couldn’t help but think that she was beautiful. Then a flashback hit me like ton of mountain trolls. She looks so much like, like well she looks like Rachey. And the realization stung. So I gave a smirk instead with my eyes narrowed. And she looked confused. I’m sorry who ever you are but I’m haunted by the past. I cant get close to you if your anything like her. The fact you look so much like her only older hurts bad enough. Professor McGonagall must have noticed the looks passed between the two of us , and her confusion. Because she said, “ Some pureblood family are prejudice against muggles and muggleborns and the Malfoys are one of those families.” “Professor don’t let this get out. But I don’t share that belief. And draco doesn’t want anything bad to happen to another one so he pushes them away to keep them safe.” “Come with me to the leaky cauldron and explain what you mean to me narcissa.” “Alright Draco I want you to help these girls find school supplies. You can be polite Draco.” “Alright mum.” Then she and the professor apparated.
          “So is it both of you needing supplies?” I said loud enough to be heard. The older one spoke up. “No just my sister Hermione. I’m not magically. She is the special one.” “Alright Hermione are you a first year too?” “Yes I am.” I nod. “Alright lets get things done at the same time. Hermione’s sister whats your name anyway?” “Oh! I’m Hannah.” “Alright Hannah, Hermione lets go.”
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The boy called Draco led the way to some sort of tailor and told the ladies working that He and myself needed school robes. The ladies nodded and put us on these stools and started measuring us. Draco is so confusing. One morning we were lost in each other’s eyes and then the next he was smirking at me with a glare in his silver eyes. I think I like him. But what am I supposed to do. He is meant to hate me and I’m afraid that he does. But just for a few minutes I saw so much in his silver eyes. None of it hate, there was confusion, liking, and beyond that I saw pain. I only saw the pain for a couple of seconds cause he broke the spell. But I’ve never saw pain like that in someone else’s eyes before.
        Hannah says that he so likes me. But he is playing hard to get. I didn’t get the chance to tell her that I don’t think he’s playing. I look over at Draco and he had turned away. He was looking at me. But why? When the tailors were done we bought them. And we went to get other things like quills and owls, and wand. Then we went to the books store to get the books that we needed. After I had bought the books. I then saw this book with a gold cover with red jewels . I picked it up it was a diary and I wanted it so bad. But I didn’t have enough Galleons for it. So I put it back and went outside with my sister to wait for Draco.
“I know that you like Draco so why don’t you tell him?” Because Its not that simple here Hannah. I think he is supposed to hate me since I’m a muggleborn. And I guess he’s a pureblood and I doubt he would ever be interested in me.” “oh. So are you excited for starting school?” “Yes and a bit scared too. I’m afraid of not being accepted here in the only place where people are like me.” “You shouldn’t worry too much I bet you will get straight A’s or whatever the wizard equivalent is.” “well, that wouldn’t be a surprise. I just hope I make friends.” I sigh wishing so hard to at least make one friend. “Hermione there is nothing not to like about you I’m sure you will make friends.” Hannah I think you’re a bit biased considering that we are sisters of the heart.” “So what? That still counts as sisters in my book.” “True, true.” We continued to talk about what we could imagine Hogwarts to be like.
After fifteen minutes I noticed that Draco wasn’t out yet.   “I wonder what happened to Draco??” “I know wasn’t he right behind us?” “Talking about me ladies?” I turn around He was leaning against the door. I blushed. “We were just wondering what happened to you.” “Nothing I had forgot something so I had to go back and get it. So when I got back the line was bloody long. Hey lets go for lunch in this restaurant that’s good.” He starts heading out of Diagon alley. “Hey wont Professor McGonagall and your mother wonder where we went?” “The professor might, but I’m sure mum knows me well enough by now. And don’t worry I’m paying. “ “Alright. If you’re sure its no trouble we don’t want to impose.” “Don’t worry my family is incredibly wealthy the last thing you will do is impose on us when we offer.” We went into a building and he ushered us inside this large fireplace. “Draco why are we in a fireplace?” He smirks. “Its not a normal fireplace its for flooing from place to place. Its means of transportation.” “Like a portkey?” “Sort of.” Then he said a place. And I see a flash of green and the next second we were staring at a different place. He got out and we followed him down the street. Hannah mentioned she could no longer see the building we came out of. “That’s a simple charm so muggles wont get curious and wont go in places they aren’t invited into. “ “Oh.” She said.
We walked inside a restaurant that smelt so good. He gave us menus and asked what we would like. Hannah continue to look through it. “What would you suggest Draco.” That seemed to surprise him. “I always get the number 12.” “I will get that then.” “Okay.” He got a waitress attention and she knew him and put his order down. When she turned to me he told her that I will have the same. And Hannah ordered a number four. She smiled and went to fill out our order. “Hermione this is for you.” I said really quiet. I take the thing wrapped in parchment with string. I open it and my eyes go wide. It was the diary I badly wanted from the book shop. “Thank you Draco and I hug him before I got all embarrassed and turned red. “That was nice of you Draco, she had wanted that Diary a lot. Now can you explain to be bout this thing that’s got purebloods against muggles and muggleborns I don’t understand. We are not that much different. We muggles just don’t have magic as you do and muggleborns have magic even though both their parents are muggle. I don’t see the problem.” I watch as Draco’s face fell and the pain I saw earlier return in his eyes.
And then just like that he became all serious once again hiding what he felt. “If you don’t want to it’s okay I’m sure I will find out at school.” “Its okay Hermione. You should know. The first thing that I want you to understand is not all purebloods are against muggles and muggleborns my mum is an example. But she keeps that a secret now. Because all purebloods that don’t follow the belief that muggles and muggleborns are filth and not worth the dirt on your shoes are considered traitors. And a certain group of elite purebloods could hunt you down and do horrible things to you most of the time they save the worse for the muggles and muggleborns themselves. One word that is a bad word that a lot may call you is a mudblood Hermione. That is the biggest insult that one can call you. It means dirty blood but it’s the foulest thing that one can call you. But trust me you would rather get called that instead of being tortured or worse killed…” “they would kill people like me?” “Yes they would kill you without blinking. They don’t care. Muggles and muggleborns are worthless they believe because they have no magic in their veins making them dirty.”
I couldn’t help but let some tears escape, he really was meant to be my enemy. “I’m sorry Hermione but at school I cant be your friend it’s for your own safety. If I can find a way for us to remain friends in secret then so be it. I just don’t want anything bad to happened to you.” “I understand Draco. “ And I really did. Then our food came and it was pretty good. I may change this to my liking next time but honestly I really like it. “Hermione?” “Yes Draco?” I put a wizard story in the first few pages of your diary. It’s a personal favorite of mine and I thought you would like it.” Thank you.” “Hermione really likes to read so that was kind Draco.” I think both Draco and I both blushed at that. And that’s where his mother and Narcissa found us.
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