A Thin Line Between Love and Hate: Rewritten
Chapter one

So here it is, finally. The rewritten version of a thin line between love and hate, thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, story-alerted and favourited the earlier version and a huge thanks to my beta, The-Dragons-Secret for making it so much better than it was to begin with (: Hope you enjoy –xx

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He woke again, beads of sweat already forming at his temples. The nightmares had been going on for weeks now.

This time, he was running towards an unknown voice screaming for help; he ran down a seemingly endless corridor but when he reached her, he could only see her eyes, those pleading chocolate eyes begging him to make the pain stop.

They were etched in agony as he tried to reach out and protect her but all he heard was a scream as the flash of light hit the girl. Anger reigned over all his other emotions as his arms turned to thick black feathered wings but he barely had a chance to look at himself when his eyes flew open in shock.

He looked around at his plain room with wooden floors and green curtains and bedspread, when his door was suddenly opened by Narcissa Malfoy, his mother standing in the doorway.

Her blonde waist length hair, so normally straight was tousled and sticking out at all angles, probably from tossing and turning in her sleep. Dark heavy circles lined her worried eyes, showing the lack of sleep she too had had since the nightmares started. Her silk nightgown was creased as proof of the amount of sleep she actually got.

"Wow, Mother, you look as if you've had less sleep than me." He smirked at her.

He preferred smirking to actually showing his mother his concern and asking why she looked such a mess.

It was just easier to put on a mask and block his emotions because as far as he was concerned, emotions were a sign of weakness; the Malfoy's were definitely not weak. Well, maybe his father was but since his arrest, Draco no longer counted him as a member of the family.

"Well, darling, I would have got more sleep if I hadn't been in here half the night as you screamed your head off." She said and the smirk had slid right of his face. She could see the confusion written on his face as he began to comprehend her words.

"Wait, I was screaming?" he asked disbelieving.

"Yes and quite loudly at that." She responded. "Oh come on darling you didn't think you were immune from expressing you feelings did you?"

Draco looked away as he found the pattern of his ceiling very interesting. She noticed this and stared mumbling to herself

'I shouldn't be so worried…. I knew these where coming ….but with Lucius in Azkaban….'

Draco could only catch parts of what she was saying as his eyes began to feel heavy, alerting him to his body's need for sleep.

"Mother," said Draco sleepily, "it's far too early in the morning to even comprehend you so come back at a more appropriate time in the morning."

"Fine," said Narcissa haughtily, clearly offended, "but could you please try to not scream, some of us do need sleep you know."

And with that she walked out of the room.

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It was 3 in the morning and Ms. Hermione Granger was fully aware of the fact. Well, she knew it was early, just not exactly what time it is.

She couldn't sleep; it was 3 days until she got to go back to Hogwarts.

She was so bored, stuck at home. Living in Muggle London hade its advantages, but the terrible weather was not one of them. Freak flooding and the freezing temperature was something she could easily live without.

She could cast a spell and make the floods stop coming near her house but that would look a bit suspicious, water going everywhere apart from her house.

The floods meant no shops in the surrounding area were open, not even the book shop on the bottom of her road was open. Therefore she could not walk to her refuge to get a good book.

It was funny to look out the window and see cars driving in about 3 inches of water. She gave a sigh and lay on her bed staring at her bookcase. She had already read all the books about 3 times, not to mention watched their accompanying DVDs at least twice.

Ah, the consequences of boredom!

She could write to Harry or Ron for a while, but she just didn't know what to put in a letter. Wasn't it ironic that she couldn't even owl her two best friends because she didn't know what to tell them?

It wasn't exactly easy talking about last year and she was surprised Harry even agreed to repeat his final year. She wondered how hard it would be to walk back into the Great Hall without seeing the devastation and sit where hundreds had lay dying.

Her parents had even given here the choice of missing the last year and she had even considered it but having to spend an entire year without her friends and not being there for them seemed unreasonable and she had to go for the learning purposes of course. With tears in her eyes, she went to have a refreshing shower before her parents got up.

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He was scared of what his mother had said. Draco racked his brains trying to find some truth in his mother's words. He was scared to go back to sleep and confused by his mother's words, he decided to get something to eat or find his mother, whatever came first.

He found his mother in the kitchen drinking what smelled like coffee and was quite pissed off that he didn't sleep because of her and she ended up not sleeping either.

"What are you doing up?" He asked accusingly.

"What are you doing up?" She asked laughing.

The anger he had felt peaked, as he watched her laughing.

"Well I stayed awake so you wouldn't have to." He said glaring at her.

"Well, you're more cheery this morning."She said sarcastically. "I'll get you a cup of coffee."

He stared open mouthed at her as she busied herself around a kitchen he knew she hadn't used in years.

"What are you doing?" He asked her, shocked at her actions.

"Making coffee, what does it look like I'm doing?" She asked, nonchalantly.

"Wasting your time." He said. "Why not get one of the house elves to do it?"

He was genuinely puzzled.

"Well, darling, do you think I'm so incapable of cooking that I can't even pour coffee into a mug?' she asked, a smile growing on her lips.

"Of course not, Mother. I just can't help but wonder why you bother." He said coolly, sitting down on one of the kitchen bar stools.

"You know, Draco, you don't have to treat them as slaves like your Father did. They're scared of you. You can change that or not but they are people with feelings."

"Have you been spending time with Hermione Granger?" He asked his mother.

"Who? That witch who beats you in everything?"She said absentmindedly.

"Except Potions." Draco added defensively.

"Come on, darling, you and I both know that's only because Severus is your godfather. He'd never let a Gryffindor beat a Slytherin in his own subject." She said wearily.

"Anyway, moving on from Miss Hermione 'know-it-all' Granger . . .What were you mumbling about earlier?" Draco asked, immediately curious again.

"Well, I don't know exactly how to say this," She sat down, taking his hand in both of hers. His anxiousness spiked. "On your Father's side of the family, some of his earlier ancestors were part Veela. Sometimes it misses generations."

Draco could tell what she was hinting at. She looked at him hesitantly before continuing.

"Do you remember Fleur Delcour from the Tri-Wizard competition? How boys couldn't help but fall for her? She was ½ Veela. Your fathers ancestors were 1/8 Veela."She was talking so quietly he had to strain my ears to hear her.

"Well I'm sure this is all very interesting but was has it got to do with me?"He asked eager for her to get to the point and confirm his own thoughts.

"Well, what it all turns to is that you're now about½ Veela" she said pointedly.

"So I get to have girls fall over themselves to be around me . . ."He said, clearly, not realising his Mother strained look.

"It's not as simple as that, Draco." She sighed as if the whole world's troubles were on her shoulders.

"What do you mean?" He asked, puzzled. With a sigh, he noted that he had felt confusion more times in one day than he'd been the entirety of his life.

"You have to find your soul mate and mark her before your 18th birthday or you'll die" She whispered quickly, before flinching.

"Die?"He asked a little too loudly.

"Dying?" He asked again. "Isn't that a bit extreme?"

He was close to shouting by this point.

"But that only leaves 5 months . . How am I supposed to find a soul mate in 5 bloody months?"

His mother was still quiet at this point and he could see silent tears sliding down her cheeks.

"Oh, mum." He said softly, so unlike his usual self. "It's going to be okay; I'll find this person, I promise."He continued as he pulled her into a hug.

As he hugged her to him, he realised that this was the first time he had hugged his mum, since he was 5.

It felt like his family was healing at last.

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TBC (: -XX