A/N 1 Hey, everyone! I'm Lily the Amazing Evans. But you can call me (insert dramatic music here) Agent N. Agent Q (aka pali99) drew up a bubble map (well, not quite. Actually it was a beautiful, if very rough, rough draft) for this story, and I wrote the rest of the story! Just so you know, those letters (N and Q) were randomly generated so as to protect our identity from creepers like you. Then again, it's creepers like you who review our magnificent story… Go on, then. Review!

A/N2 Ok so this is how the whole team-writing thing goes. Agent N and I (agent Q)met at a secret drop point in which I gave Agent Q a very nicely drawn bubble map. Agent Q looked at me and refused to take it saying that it was rubbish. I took it back and wrote a simple rougf draft that I then brought to Agent Q at another rendezvous point. They were a little more accepting now. Then Agent N added all of this fluffy stuff, you know like the stuff in marshmallows, and dropped it back to me who then published. So this would have never been possible without Agent N. or you would have killed me if you saw the original, Agent N was about to.

Epilogue

We own nothing, if we did Agent N would totally freak.

Hermione's P.O.V.
"I'm going to kill you Potter," sneered a very enraged Malfoy. Well, that was one way to start the new semester. Not the best way, might I add. Pondering this, I swung around to watch the source of the noise.

Draco Malfoy was sprawled out on the floor at Harry's wand point. I couldn't help but to smile. I knew Harry would hesitate to hex anyone, even Dra- Malfoy. Malfoy got up with his back towards me and I could tell that they were in the middle of some stupid argument by the way Ginny rolled her eyes at them and backed away, not wanting to be dragged into the middle of their argument.

I decided that as a prefect I should probably break this up. I approached Malfoy to grab his wand before he shot Harry with some stupid spell that would make him grow six eyes, but to my surprises he didn't attack back. I could see it all from a yard away. He quickly spun around on his heels and started running away from the area of the fight. I quickly attempted to step out of the way, but apparently I wasn't quite fast enough.

He ran into me with such force that I suspected something was sprained. Or broken. Judging by the resounding crack and excruciating pain shooting up from my leg and through my side, the latter was true. My vision began to blur with pain, and I could barely make out the words he said as he drawled

"Filthy mudblood."
He was about to turn and exit again, as his first escape hadn't gone as planned, when my involuntary moan caused him to stop and look back at me. His faced looked rather frightened, which soon turned to despair mingling with regret. But that was likely regret that he would get in trouble. He couldn't be SORRY for hurting me.

He held out his hand, but I shook my head, grimacing. A strange emotion coursed through me. It felt like- but, no, it couldn't be embarrassment. He ran into me, not the other way round. I shook my head to clear it of the pain-induced haze, and managed to get out a strangled,
"Why do you even care, Malfoy?" but speaking nauseated me. He seemed to realize that serious damage had been done, and backed away, looking pale and muttering. I was almost certain he was angry. But, in hindsight, I realize he must've been frightened of being punished. Who could he be angry at? If my delusional memories serve me right, he was mad at himself. This just reminds me never to trust my own judgment on things like that. At this point I was losing it. I was either going to pass out or throw up.

Ginny stepped up to help me up. " What was that about?" she asked Harry.
"Just Malfoy being Malfoy." he said absently. The look on his face led me to believe that his fight had more of an impact on him than he was inclined to admit, but I was in no state to ask for an explanation.

I tried to wriggle upright, but that sent spasms of pain up my side and I yelped. That was what brought Harry back into the present, and his face contorted in anger.

"He hurt Hermione! I'll kill him, the git!" for some reason, I felt like I had to stand up for Malfoy. Maybe because I knew Harry's temper and didn't think anyone deserved to face it.

"Oh, come on, Harry, he didn't mean to!" Harry looked rather shocked, but must have put my comment down to delirium, because he said
"I'm taking you to the hospital wing, missy." I sighed as he levitated me through the halls, Ginny close behind.

Harry, after half an hour and quite a bit of persuading, left me alone in the Hospital Wing. As soon as he left, who should appear from the shadows but an ashen-faced Malfoy himself. The sight of him sent a tingle down my spine (although I'm sure tingling sensations was one of the side effects of Madame Pomfrey's potion) and a flush of color to my cheeks.

He seemed to choke back tears until, after a few attempts, he let out a strangled, "I'm so sorry, Hermione." A single tear tracked down his face. He angrily wiped it away with his sleeve.

"That's mudblood to you, isn't it?" I replied coldly. Maybe I was too harsh, or maybe he's just freakishly sensitive, but he crumpled into the corner, and the look on his face was despair.
I shouldn't care. He's Malfoy. But I do, and I'm not sure I can help it. I don't even know what I said wrong.