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'You mean, like, the lord Voldermort?' Hermione asked, her hands shaking.

'Yes.' Draco said softly. 'I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier-'

Hermione stood up, flinging Malfoy's hands off as he tried to grab them. You expect me to attend a party which one of the guests is Harry's worst enemy?' she screamed pacing the tiny cart.

Malfoy hung his head, but didn't speak, thinking it was better for him if he didn't.

'I love you Draco. I would do anything for you. But this…this is different.' Hermione said sitting down opposite him, glaring at him with tears in her eyes.

'I'm so sorry Hermione.' Malfoy said, speaking softly as he knelt down on one knee and held her hands in his, in hope that she thought it was a nice gesture. 'But I need you there with me.'

'Why?' Hermione asked, speaking before her brain could stop her.

'Because I love you and you love me.' Malfoy said, unfazed by her snappiness- in fact, he had prepared for something a lot worse.

'Love can only take a person so far.' Hermione said, looking out the window at the rolling hills.

'Please Hermione, put aside the differences and come with me.'

'No. Draco, I cannot just go to this party and be in his company, ignoring the fact that he has ruined Harry's life and countless others. I have spent years reading up on him, and every word I read makes me want to vomit. I can't be any where near him. Please understand that.' Her tears were now clouding her vision as she tried to sound brave.

'I understand everything Hermione, I know why you can't stand him, with him killing Potter's parents, but he will be there, and I must be there.'

Hermione returned to her old snappiness. 'And why must I be there?'

'Like I said, I need you.'

'To what? Hold your hand and look Voldermort in the face and say, "Gee, you're looking evil today aren't you?"' Hermione snapped, whipping her face quickly on her sleeve.

'Why can't you just grow up and except the fact that he is my life?' Draco said, getting tired of being nice. 'Yes, he's a murderer, yes he screwed everything up in Potter's Perfect world, yes he's hunted and hated, but he's also admired and respected. I have no choice in this Hermione! Don't you think I'd rather spend my time growing old with you,' he shivered at the picture of him old, but continued, 'then run around, doing Voldermort's dirty work and killing for him?'

'If that's what you want, then take it Malfoy! On the Quidditch pitch, nothing ever stopped you from taking your goal! Since when did anything ever stop you from taking a chance?' Hermione shouted, sure that people in the next compartment were getting a little verbal show, whether they wanted to hear it or not.

'Since the life of the one I love is involved!' Malfoy shouted, throwing his hands up in frustration.

'If you love me, then take the chance.' Hermione said, lowering her voice, and trying to control her emoticon.

'You don't understand what its like! You, living in your perfect Mudblood home, with all your little friends! I wasn't allowed outside unless I was with someone, because father was afraid for his own neck, I might add that someone would take me and question me about the dark lord.

I never chose my own friends, I had to live with the prospect of darkness. I have no goals Hermione! You are the only thing I care about, and if I can't have you, then there is no point in living!'

'I never said you couldn't have me.' Hermione said confused. 'You just have to make a choice. Me, or Voldermort.'

'Its more like, love or life!' Malfoy snapped.

'Fine. Pick one Malfoy. Right here, right now.' Hermione said, knowing what she was about to do could ruin her life. Forever.

'You know that I cannot.' Malfoy said, looking away.

'Then you are not the one I should love.' Hermione said, her heart breaking with every word that slipped past her lips.

Malfoy looked at her gob smacked. 'are you breaking up with me?'

'I don't know.' Hermione choked out, 'When is this party?'

This was the last question Malfoy expected to hear- especially now.

'In about a month.'

'Then you have until then to make your decision.' Hermione turned to go, feeling like she was stepping on her heart with every step, squashing it.

But Malfoy would give up that easily. He grabbed her hand and forced her to turn around.

'Please Draco, ' Hermione begged. 'Don't make me go.'

'You are killing yourself Hermione, I can see it in your eyes! You don't want to break up with me. I know it.'

'Then always know that I love you and I will wait.'

Hermione pulled from his grasp and ran from that little cart, down the end of the train were she threw herself into a compartment, not caring who was inside.

'Er Hermione?' Ginny's voice asked.

Hermione was sitting in the corner, crying her eyes out, shivering uncontrollably.

Ginny looked alarmed at her friends, who stood up and left without a word, all silently worrying about Hermione.

Ginny crossed over to Hermione, put her arm around her shoulders and waited while Hermione cried the never-ending-river of heart break and tears.

When she was controlling herself, she sat up, her head against the window, and watched the thick forest that they were steaming their way through.

'Hermione, I don't want to press you, but-'

'He asked me to go to a ball with him, but the only problem was is that Voldermort would be attending!' Hermione blurted out, then spilled the whole story, not stopping until it ended with her sitting in the cart right now.

Ginny flinched every time Hermione mentioned Voldermort's name, but over looked it. 'Oh Hermione, im sorry.'

Hermione didn't reply as she took her cloak off, laid down on the seat, threw the cloak over herself and tried to close her eyes.

Ginny didn't want to bother her anymore, so she silently left the compartment and looked around for her friends.

When Hermione opened her eyes next, the compartment was bathed in crimson light of the over hanging lamp, and it was pitch black outside the window. The compartment was disserted except for herself, and she was suddenly very lonely and hungry.

Just as that thought entered her mind, the trolley lady appeared, pulling her trusty trolley behind her.

'Ahh what perfect timing my dear. I came by before, but you were asleep. I thought you might be hungry so I came down here to check if you were awake- by goodness child, what ever happened to you?' the trolley lady was looking at Hermione, with deep sympathy, and Hermione guessed that her face was red and blotchy from crying so much.

She was right- her face was red and blotchy, and her eye mascara had ran down her face, her hair was a jungle knot, and her eyes were all puffy.

When Hermione spoke, her voice was cracked and broken and she sniffled. 'Sorry. i…had something bad happen before…'

'Ahh my poor child. Here,' the woman poked around her trolley until she found a flask of pumpkin juice and a few pastries.

Hermione was just taking them when she realized she had left everything in the head compartment, and she was not going back there. Well, not now at least.

'Its alright dear,' said the woman, giving her a kind smile, 'Its free.'

'thankyou.' Hermione said smiling again.

'If you need anything else dear, ill be up the front with the driver.'

And she rolled away.

Hermione slowly ate the food and drank, still lost in thought.

After a while, the train rolled to a stop, and she was back in London.

Malfoy had stayed in the head compartment, furious at himself. He continually smacked his fists against the wood until they bled, hit his head and stared angrily at the ground. When the train rolled to a stop in London, he started to get his things when he noticed Hermione's things were there to.

Wondering what on earth he should do, he decided on taking it out to the platform and leaving it with Ginny or someone. And that's what he did.

He heaved both trunks out, along with the animals.

The other students were already piling onto the platform, screaming and hugging parents and relatives.

Malfoy looked around and saw Ginny with Weasley and what looked like the family. Rolling his eyes, he walked slowly forward, then became aware that they were all glaring at him, except for Ginny who looked at him with sad eyes.

He gave no indication that he saw the others when he walked up to the family. 'This is Hermione's.' He mumbled then walked off towards his own mother who was watching him curiously.

When he got to her, she simply asked, 'Where is this lovely girl you've told me about in your letters Draco?' she looked behind him as if hoping to see an angle walking after her son.

'I don't think she's coming mother.' Draco said bitterly and walked off, not looking back.

Hermione had watched Malfoy, ever since he had walked off the train. She saw him give her things to Ginny, then walk off to his mother, then through the barrier.

Hermione left her carriage then walked over to the Weasley's.

'Draco dropped this off for you.' Ginny said quietly.

'thanks Ginny.'

Ginny smiled, hugged her then followed her mother, who gave Hermione a large smile. Ron came up to her, hugged her then followed. Harry was no where in site.

The Granger's were waiting for Hermione, and embraced her when she reached them. For some reason, when Hermione hugged her dad, she was reminded of Malfoy, and suddenly started crying.

Mr. Granger looked at her puzzled, then at his wife. She looked startled and decided to move or Hermione might collapse.

When they had got home, Hermione sat up in her room and told her mother everything. Absolutely everything.

'Come with me Hermione.' Her mother said when the story was told. Hermione followed her into the kitchen were her father was waiting.

Mrs. Granger stood by her husband and reached into her pocket and pulled out a key.

'I'm sorry about everything Hermione, really I am. I know you cared about Draco, even though some of the things you've told us about him…but you seam to have grown up quiet a lot. We are so very proud of you Hermione.'

'So proud in fact, that we think you should start to live on your own. This is a key to an apartment that we have bought.'

Hermione was over joyed. She hugged her parents and thanked them.

The next day, Draco was in Hermione's mind, but so was this new apartment. Maybe Malfoy would find her…maybe he wouldn't.

Just before Hermione left her parents to go to her new apartment, she gave her mother a request.

'Could you please tell Draco, if he was to come, tell him where I am?' her mother gave her an inquiring look, then understood. 'Thankyou.'

And thank you! Hahahaha okay, it's a little different I know, but I wouldt fear, all will come right!

HAVE FAITH!