A/N- Well this is a Dramione story! I know there are probably those out there that are perhaps similar to mine but I hope that you shall enjoy and wait for future chapters to come up!

Disclaimer- I OWN HARRY POTTER! YES! Ahahah! Oh how I wish :') For now it's only mine in my dreams...

Warning- This story has some issues about suicide and self-harm and I do describe it in a bit of detail! So if you don't like that... Don't read this.

Chapter 1

With a sigh, Draco looked out towards the hills, realising how peaceful life had become since Harry had killed Voldemort that faithful day. Of course the world was peaceful, but for Draco, his had just gotten worst since that faithful day. After the death of the Dark Lord, his father had been sent to Azkaban for his crimes and support of Voldemort. Narcissa and Draco had been able to avoid the same fate, but not without wounds. Whenever their name was said, people would look at them in disgust, some would even throw hexes at them and others would throw food. Draco couldn"t escape it, not that he even wanted to. He deserved all that was coming, the threats, hexes, everything. He was one of the bad guys and still was, nothing would ever change that.

Draco ran his hand through his hair, seeing the scars on his arms and the Dark mark. He scowled at it and cursed at his father for ever forcing him into taking the mark. As soon as the Mark was on his skin, his soul had left him and he became the monster his father had always wanted him to become. Laying down on the grass, he let the breeze cool him down, with his blonde hair brushing across his forehead and he fell asleep.

Lucius and Narcissa were hugging each other, looking at their son. Lucius was filled with shame, shame that the boy on the floor cowering that the Dark Lord was his son. His son, his genes and looks.

Draco stared up at the man in front of him. Voldemort was so intimidating and cowering in front of him just made him feel pathetic, he had always been weak. He could hear the Dark Lord talking, but what he said, Draco couldn"t understand and process through his head. Then suddenly a scream escaped his mouth. He squirmed in pain and continued screaming. The pain was bad and his body felt like it was being bombarded by hexes over and over again. His fingers dug deep into his palms until they started to shed blood, but that was nothing compared to what he was feeling. The pain was becoming more and more unbearable as time passed and soon everything turned black.

Draco woke up to the echo of his screams in the air. He was drenched in sweat and breathing deeply. Looking at his left forearm, he saw the Dark Mark yet again and tried to shake out all those painful memories in his head. One year, one year and still his dreams still hadn"t left him. At days he would be lucky and they wouldn"t be that bad, he would at least had a few hours of decent sleep, but on other days, it was really bad and he wouldn"t be able to close his eyes for more than a few mere seconds.

Losing his reason to stay, looking at such a peaceful view, he stood and apparated away.

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Water came out of the tap as Hermione switched it on. Waiting patiently for the bath to fill with water, she started undressing herself. It had been a long day at work since she started working as a healer at St Mungo"s almost a year ago. She felt that is was her duty to protect everyone that she could, especially after the war. There had been so much death, shouting and suffering, she wanted to try and lessen the number of that, even if it was just a bit.

Once the bath was full, she slipped into the tub and let out a sigh, releasing the stress she just let the warm water calm her down, soothing her stress. However, this didn"t last long, she heard a tap on her front door. She sat up and waited until she heard another knock on her door, knowing for sure that she wasn"t just hearing things. From all her past experiences, she guessed that the chances of it being a messenger healer was high, as most times, that was the only type of visitors she ever had unless she specifically invited people over. She stepped out of the bath and cast a quick drying spell on herself with her wand and then got the closest clothes she could find and put them on.

Much to her surprise however, it was not a messenger healer standing in front of her, it was Ron and his girlfriend, Lavender. Hermione tried not to scowl at Lavender and instead looked at Ron.

"Yes what is it Ron?" She asked, trying to contain her anger.

"Oh well um, "Mione I was just wonder if you wanted to come dinner with Lavender and I." Ron replied, trying his best to conceal his nervousness, but to Hermione it was obvious.

"I apologise Ron, but I am pretty tired and was planning on just staying home for the rest of the night," it was partly true. She was of course tired, but she was still planning to go out partying with Ginny tonight at a popular Muggle Club.

Ron tried to hide his disappointment but just coughed and looked at Hermione. "Oh okay well that's understandable, sorry for bothering you then, hope you have a good night. I love you."

The last words shocked Hermione, Ron has barely ever said those three words and to say it in front of Lavender was a bonus. Hermione looked at Ron and felt her blushing. "Oh yeah... Well um it's no worries... L-l-love you too..."

There was a slight pause before Hermione coughed and closed the door, saying goodbye to both Lavender and Ron before resuming her bath.

"When will Ron realise that we weren't meant to be together?" Hermione wondered, speaking to herself. She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. Tomorrow, if Ron came to see her again, would become a long and stressful day.

A/N- I sincerely apologise for how short this chapter is! But I just started! Please don't hate!