Memories Don't Fade Away

It was the kind of day that you have a reason to go outside for, no matter how you feel. It makes you feel better than you ever could at that time. It's warm and sunny on that day, leaves falling to the season of autumn. You would sit on the grass and admire the clouds. Things that would trouble you would fade away only to be brought on again on another day….

Hermione was enjoying the warm, sunny day on the 1st of November. Sitting on the grass outside of Hogwarts awaiting Ron and Harry's return from their dorms. Its funny how they would forget so easily of their homework due tomorrow, but Hermione of course had finished it weeks ago.

"Hey Hermione. Look I need some help on this homework. I have no idea what's going on." Ron said to her with the pitiful puppy eyes she's seen so many times.

"It's rather simple Ron, really nothing to it. I got a book on it out of the library, feel free to use it if you must." She noticed Harry running up through the grass towards them, waving his hands as if to warn them that he was coming. She giggled a little at the sight of him as he trip on a rock, almost falling face first.

She turned to help Ron again as he's whining was starting to annoy her. The whole time she was helping Ron she had thought of the summer, of the awful times she had without Ron or Harry there to help her, but it wasn't as bad as it seemed. Well she told herself that over and over again. Being here with Ron and Harry looking like their usual self's cleared her head a little.

"Thanks Mione. I really needed the help. Glad you're here to help. I don't think I would have been able to make a passing grade with Snape always trying to fail me now." Ron said to her. She looked at Harry seeing him still busy with the work.

"Harry don't tell me your having problems too…" Hermione said to Harry looking at him hoping that he would say he didn't need the help since she needed to go to the library to finish next week's assignment.

"No, I don't need any help. Just bout done here. Thanks for the offer anyways." Harry looking at the end of his essay said as he rejected the offer.

"Well I'll be off then, want to get next week's assignment done at the library before dinner." She ran off not looking back once at the boys with their mouths open wondering why she was already getting started.

It was about seven before she finished the assignment. She went to put up the book that was helping her all too much for just one book. But something was amiss at the time. She could feel the cold air hitting against her neck. She closed her eyes hoping it would go away…. but she knew what was coming.

"What do you want father?" She breathed only a whisper as she was to afraid to turn and look the man in the eye knowing what he came for. She would never really know how he could get to Hogwarts. He wasn't a wizard. She wanted to tell Dumbledore to not let him come…to not let him find her. This place was supposed to be like a haven to her. The only place where he couldn't find her. It was only two years ago when her father started telling lies to her mother of where they had really been. She couldn't think of it, especially not now. All she could do was ignore it and wait for herself to slip away. She sat down her head on her knees looking down, looking away from him.

"I'm not your father mudblood. What the hell is wrong with you, other than that you're a mudblood?" She jumped a little, she looked up seeing it wasn't her father but Malfoy.

"It's only you….." She breathed to herself, resting her fast, beating heart. She got up again starting to pack her bag, slipping every piece of paper into it. Fixing the latch she passed him walking to the door. He grabbed her shoulder, pulling her back to him.
He wanted his question answered and he wanted it now.

"Let me ask you again mudblood. What is wrong with you?" Draco said to her.

"Do you really care what's wrong with me?"

"No, but you thinking I was your father is unrespectable to me. I shall never be compared to such a low life as your father or even you for that matter."

"Then Malfoy I'll say in the kindest way. GET A LIFE! And stop invading people's personal problems if you don't even give a damn. I know you don't give a crap about me. I've always known. So get it through your thick head that if your not going to care don't bother to ask." He let go of her as she rushed to the door. Tears running down her face. She didn't want to have to deal with such a stupid, stuck up idiot like Malfoy or even her father ever again.

"Hey Mione. What's wrong?" Harry asked as she sat between him and Draco.

"Oh nothing. Ran into Malfoy on the way out of the library." She said as she glanced over to the Slytherin table. She saw Malfoy looking at her with extreme hate in his eyes.

"I tell you that boy needs some talking to. Some talking to with my fists!" Ron turning red from even thinking of Malfoy and of all he had said about the Wesley family. Ginny leaned over to hear the conversation about Malfoy.

"You know I think Malfoy has a stick up his ass all the time. I doubt he'd be able to take it out with it sooo far up there." Ginny said trying to break the tension between them in hopes to stop a fight soon to come.

"I think your right Ginny." Hermione said giggling at the sight of see Malfoy trying to reach that stick.

Once dinner had finished the girls went back up to their dorms and hopped into bed. Tomorrow would be Sunday and with the boys done with their homework, she could spend the day by going down by the forest. Course not in it, she didn't have enough courage to do that yet.

Hermione woke to the voices of Ginny and some of the other girls gossiping about the cute new boy that came to Hogwarts earlier that week. She got up putting on her sweater and some blue jeans going down to the common room hoping Ron or Harry would be down there. She was going to ask them if they would like to go to the Quidditch Pitch.

As she made her way down she saw neither Harry nor Ron, so she decided to go down to the library again. Maybe she would find a good book that could help her on future homework assignments.

She saw a book on DADA and sat down fully fascinated by it. She leaned back in the seat, resting her legs on the top on the desk. Malfoy had just come in the library looking for her. Hermione didn't even notice him next to the desk until he pushed her legs off the top of it and sat down at the other end.

"Why did you do that? God your such a …." Hermione said furious at Malfoy for knocking her legs off the table. She sat up slamming her DADA book on the table making Malfoy jump a little.

"YOU have no right to put your legs up there mudblood. Wouldn't want to have to touch your mudblood germs on the table." He replied in hopes of making her even madder.

"Malfoy is that the best you can do? Is that all you can come up with? Just because I may be a mudblood doesn't mean you of all people have the right to order me around." Hermione was on the verge of tears from being called such a word, of which from Malfoy who didn't have the right.

"Why don't you come say that to my face Granger!"

"My pleasure!" She got up lunging at him, ready to chock him till he couldn't breathe to save his life. Malfoy stood up so fast he knocked his chair to the floor grabbing Hermione as she came. He threw her against the bookshelf. But all she could think of were painful memories of her father doing this. He continued to push her up against the bookshelf making sure her head hit against it hard each time. Hermione started to cry from the pain, screaming out to anyone who might hear, but she knew that they wouldn't hear since it was so early in the morning the librarian usually just let her come in. Malfoy stopped suddenly dropping his hands to his side watching Hermione fall slowly to the floor, wrapping her arm around her legs to cry her heart out hoping just hoping he would leave and never come back.

"Why do you do this?" That was all Hermione could get out as she cried sucking in deep breaths, trying to calm down. "Why must you hate me so much that you feel the need to hurt me…why is it so hard for yy-oo-uu­­--?"

"God what is this 20 questions? Who know I could say the same for you Granger. Why do you do what you do? Huh? Why don't you ask your self your own God damn questions!" Malfoy replied walking out of the library, sneering at her.

Hermione sat there till Harry and Ron arrived after not seeing her for lunch that day. She was still in the same position as when Malfoy had left.

"Oh Hermione what happened to you??" Ron said helping her up from the floor against the bookshelf.

"Nothing its nothing." It wasn't nothing and she knew that but she would never tell Ron or even Harry for that matter, fearing one of them would start a fight between the two houses.

"Well Mione it sure isn't nothing. I can see that." Harry said.
"I swear its nothing I was just thinking bout some things. Don't worry bout it. Just go back to eating lunch I'll be there in a minute." Hermione looked at Harry to tell him that every thing was really ok.

A/N: This is my first story. Hope you liked it! Pls review and tell me what you think. I'll update again soon! Bye!