A/N: WHEEEE!!! FINALLY I write something!! okay so this is my second Dramione fic, but first on this website. It's a little bit of a slow start so sorry in advance for those who want dramione smut right away. We'll get to the snogging, people, I promise! I really enjoy hearing what people think about it like any other writer -is amatuer- so review it to your heart's content.

Hope you like it!~

Deeevy~

"Harry?"

"Yeah, 'Mione?"

"I was just going to ask- if you think people can change..?"

"Anyone can change if they try, 'Mione. You should- probably not waste time on trying to reform someone though, if that's what you were getting at."

"Oh, no, of course not. You are who you are, right?"

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Of course, at that time, that was not what Hermione Granger wanted to hear. In fact, it was very close to the last thing she would want to hear ever- for you see, Hermione was planning on hosting something hopefully everyone would learn about. In due time she had hoped, everyone would grow aware. She was planning on raising awareness for elves and magical creatures, informing people how they can feel, hurt and think. With this at her side, she had hoped to make everyone change for the better, and hopefully give elves real jobs, clothing and a place to live. But- obviously, it would cost a lot of money she didn't have, so she was doing this to raise money.

"Two weeks," she read on the daily prophet. She shook her head in disbelief and threw it over to Ron to catch.

"Bloody hell, how am I supposed to get everything ready for then?" She questioned herself. Ron looked over as if she was talking to him, but quickly realized she wasn't.

He swallowed and said, "Maybe, if by some huge stroke of luck, we can."

She glared at him- one of her glares that burned right through his head, and he quickly decided that road was not one to be traveled- the "maybe if we're lucky" road.

"And- what do you mean 'we'?" she asked him, her voice steadily rising.

"I was hoping to help you, 'Mione. Harry's been busy, so, maybe I thought I could help out,"

She smiled for a moment, and then realized something.

"You have a date with Lavender tonight, don't you Ron."

Ron felt the urge to stand up and run- anything but sit here and talk with his best friend about a girlfriend she absolutely despised.

"Forget it," she said, "I'll find someone else to help me."

"'Mione please!" he called after her

"Just- go."

He walked outside, having done nothing wrong, and bloody well fine with that. Hermione slumped down on her bed in her room. She was completely hopeless at finding people to help her- and considering Ron was offering it for free- she completely dumped him! And to go back to him and beg for help- well that would forever wound her pride.

"Damn…" She cursed herself- cupping her face in her hands and turning to lie face down on the pillow.

"Who would help me?"

"Hey Hermione!" Ginny said walking into the room. She stared at the Gryffindor banner hanging proudly beside the window. She smiled as she walked into the room, maybe a little too cozily hosting five beds belonging to five individual girls.

"Have you seen Harry?" She asked, ever cheerfully.

"Probably in the common room," she replied in disdain.

"Alright, but, is something the matter? You don't look like you normally do."

"How very inquisitive of you, Ginny." Hermione replied bitterly.

Ginny turned away for a second, and then sat on the bed next to Hermione. She almost reached a hand to Hermione, but then quickly retracted it.

"Is it about my brother?" Ginny asked softly

Hermione got up only to look at Ginny with a look of pure disgust.

"Don't talk to me about your stupid brother- he's just fine dating that dumb bimbo," she scoffed cynically

"And obviously you're alright with it," Ginny laughed sarcastically.

"I don't care about who your brother dates- that is completely up to him- but I wished he had more taste then that of a blind ogre," Hermione remarked, her face buried in her pillow.

"Hermione, it's okay if you have a problem with my brother dating that- lavender person," Ginny said as soothingly as she could.

Hermione turned on her side to look Ginny in the eye. Ginny's face lightened up a bit to see Hermione turn to her, but she did not smile. Hermione smiled sadly at Ginny and gripped the pillow in a fist.

"I can't stand it," Hermione said feeling disgusted as each word slipped out of her mouth.

Ginny then got up from her sitting position, and then knelt beside Hermione. She took her hand and smiled.

"He's a slimy git," Ginny said with a laugh.

Hermione's eyes lit up knowing that her friend was on her side. Ginny quickly decided it might be the time to change the subject.

"Did you hear about that prick, Malfoy?"

Hermione scoffed.

"Why would I care what happens to Malfoy?" Hermione giggled darkly.

"I don't bloody care if he's torn apart by wild Centaurs and then has his remains thrown off the largest building they can find."

Ginny smiled sheepishly at her graphic description of, "How she would like the end to come for Malfoy," but continued with her story.

"Snape is worried he might be critically wounded from a class- apparently he was a little bit unsafe with a magical creature. So, he's making a contest where one or two top people in his class may try whatever they can to make Malfoy better. The program is almost a month long! Could you believe spending one whole month with Malfoy??" Ginny cackled. Hermione laughed out loud at the mere thought.

"No, Ginny. I don't think there is a worse hell then having to tend to a sick Malfoy- groggy and needy, no doubt, and not get a galleon." Hermione jeered.

"Well," Ginny continued, "actually, the person who cures Malfoy of his ailment not only betters the chance of winning the house cup, but is awarded with something- I don't quite remember what it was. Some old book I think- really famous, though!"

Hermione felt her heart sink.

"A book you say?" she began, "Well, um, has anyone, tried out for curing him?"

"Nope," Ginny said triumphantly, "Only the top kids in Snape's class will be able to even try out! I think you have to perform something in his defense against the dark arts class to be able to aid him. He's leaving whoever wants to do it to try this by themselves with no help from anything no doubt." Ginny said.

Hermione suddenly felt intrigued.

"Are we allowed to consult books?" Hermione felt herself surprised to even be asking such a question.

"Yes," Ginny replied plainly, "And Snape also said that if no one offers to do this task for him, he might have to choose someone. You can only imagine how that would go, right?"

Hermione felt herself remembering that she was one of the top students in his class- and suddenly, she felt everything in her world click.

A/N: Good? Not Good? A horrible waste of less then five minutes? Well, I'm kind of hoping eveything was good. More chapters on the way- and I'll update my next story as soon as I can. Promise.

Love to all them breathin's

Deeevy~~