No matter which country she is in, US or Britain, she can't escape her family's lies- lies that protect and condemn all at once. He doesn't want to keep up his parent's charade anymore, but there never was a choice. She is dark, determined, sad and terrified, he is strong, brittle, weary and desperate. They could be arch enemies, but then again...what do they always say about love?

She'd never grown up thinking of Draco Malfoy as someone who needed to be healed. He was her god. But that was before she saw him needlessly torture; before she saw the darkness in his soul. For the first time Astoria wondered if she even knew the boy she'd spent her childhood worshipping from afar; for the first time she realized broken things have the sharpest edges. long 1-shot