Hermione looked down, her gaze fell into her lap, and that's where it stayed. Her heart was full of pain, she felt the swelling in her heart, ignoring it, seeing the happy students pass her, a fake smile plastered on her face. She carefully avoided eye contact, not wanting to attract any attention. Of course everyone would be nice to her, who wouldn't be nice to the girl who's parents were murdered, who was forced to live at Hogwarts for the remaining month of summer.

It was almost lucky for her, she was seventeen, her parents no longer had custody of her, so she wouldn't have to be an orphan. Doesn't mean she didn't grieve for months on end. She pulled down her sleeves self-consciously, looking around her. She was in the great hall, the feast was about to start.

Shivering children walked into the great hall, she stared at them enviously, oh to be young again, and carefree, she thought bitterly, not wanting to think about it. They had been her whole life, she couldn't just let it go in a few months, surely everyone understood.

Everyone but Hermione, she had been abandoned, by everyone. Her parents left her alone, to fend for herself, of course it wasn't their fault they died, it was the death eaters. Harry and Ron left her too, to go find the horcruxes, she was going to go too, but for obvious reasons, she stayed home, to heartbroken to continue with them in the search.

They were remorseful that she couldn't come, yet went anyways, leaving her like everyone else. She was made head girl, something she had dreamed about ever since first year, but now that she finally got it, she felt nothing, she didn't feel anything anymore, she was numb. Almost hollow on the inside.

She had mastered the fake smile, fooling everyone who asked if she was ok, or saying if she ever needed anything to talk to them, but she saw it in their eyes. They were scared, their eyes pleaded not to talk to her, they didn't know how to handle it. Handle a friend who has had a family member die. They didn't know how to comfort them. Hermione didn't mind, she was used to this…you know, being abandoned.

She looked down at her delicious, mouth-watering meal set before her, and didn't have the slightest appetite. She hadn't felt like eating for a long time, ever since…that night, anyways she picked up her fork, slowly stirring her food, playing with it.

"Hermione!" she heard a voice call, she put on that fake smile once again, ready to fool the world. She looked up to see Lavender running towards her, she was somewhat surprised, she wasn't really friends with her, and yet she talked to her when others avoided her.

"Hey!" she said, wincing slightly at the fake cheery voice coming out of her mouth, but without saying anything, Lavender walked right up to her, and gave her a hug. "Its ok, I lost someone too…" Lavenders voice broke, Hermione knew this already, Lavenders brother had been murdered the same night as her parents.

Having a shoulder to cry on, felt…sort of good. Hermione nodded, as they pulled apart, "Thank you," she said, and no other words had to be spoken. She felt touched, but knew Lavender was no real friend, just someone to sympathize with. She normally forced herself to eat, but this time she had no motive whatsoever.

Normally, the elves would bring her the food, looking earnestly at her, waiting for her to eat, and so she would, for their sake. Still she had lost weight, not on purpose, but it still happened.

She felt as though she was in a crowded room, but invisible, she couldn't explain it, but she knew one thing. She missed Harry and Ron, they helped her when she first lost her parents, but then she had to say goodbye to them, heartbroken. She sighed, remembering the days when they would run around the school, in the invisibility cloak.

Her mind drifted back from the past, faintly hearing the normal speech, telling the first years not to go in the forbidden forest etcetera, etcetera she had heard it all before. Then she heard her name called, it was loud and echoed, and it was Dumbledore.

"And thanks to our new Head Girl, and Head Boy, Hermione Granger," he paused for applause, "and Draco Malfoy!" he said swinging his arm in the direction of the two. Hermione had not heard this yet, she dropped her fork into her food, it was now a swirling mess of colors, all blended together into one giant, gross food.

She guessed that this year wouldn't be good, it would be a depressing end, to six previous wonderful fun filled memories that had happened. She looked around, and spotted Malfoy at the Slytherin table, gazing at her intently, as if almost analyzing her.

She slowly got up, feeling the eyes of a thousand people on her shoulders, wondering why someone would get up in the middle of the yearly speech, and just leave, but they realized who she was, and put their attention back to Dumbledore.

She felt the pierce of his bright blue eyes on her back, as she walked out on his speech, for the first time in her life, she didn't care about the speech, she didn't care about anything.

Draco…

He sat there, watching her go, that fake smile was on her face, acting as though she wasn't broken inside, Draco knew the others were oblivious, he knew how she felt. He was shocked, first seeing her, seeing those void, empty eyes, she was paler then normal, obviously hadn't gone out much. She seemed almost…dead on the inside. He was sure that by now she was.

He knew about her parents deaths, and he had almost felt sad for her, he wished that it was his who had died, not hers, only because he despised his father so much. He avoided the conversation with the others, leaving himself to think.

He got up, following her out of the hall, the students were baffled, there was, yet another, seventh year, bold enough to walk out on Dumbledore's speech. Where was he going? A quiet murmur shuffled throughout the crowd.

He went where he knew she would be, he knew the way there by heart, not forgetting it for the life of him. He followed in the footsteps of where she had walked, moments before, she disappeared around the corner. He walked past, his hand gliding on the hard cold stone wall, closing his eyes, thinking.

A door appeared, a small smile appeared on his face, as he walked in, a wave of emotions crossing over his face. He had found her, he walked in, looking around the room, seeing the walls, they were the color of blood. He was in the room of requirement

He shivered, taking in the sadness that came with the room. He walked over, seeing a shadow hunched over in the darkness, hair in her face, he spotted Hermione. "What are you doing here?" she whispered, hardly loud enough to hear.

"You are…" he paused, thinking over his words before he said them. "head girl…and I'm head boy, I… I just wanted to show you where our dorm is," he ended lamely, seeing her look up.

Her cold stare, pierced right through him, she had fire in her eyes, the first emotion he had seen all evening, "Oh I'm sure, are you sure you just didn't want to find the helpless mudblood all alone? Want to have a little fun hurting her?" she spat out bitterly.

"Well your to late," she informed him, "I am already hurt beyond repair, so it doesn't really matter anymore, now does it?" he stood there, stunned as she walked briskly past him, when she got closer, he saw her bloodshot eyes, she had been crying.

He saw that small spark in her eyes, when she fought back, he would do anything to get the Hermione she used to be back. She had crappy friends, he noticed, they avoided her gaze, walking just a little faster in the hallway, just to not have to talk to her, and feel awkward. He was furious with them, the little wimps, so much for Gryffindor pride, well if they wouldn't help her, he would…

Author's note: hey everyone! First chappie lol the next one will be up really soon! I hope you like it.