Hello everyone! I'm hope of crystal! Sorry I couldn't update for months. I had a lot of exams and school work. Anyway enjoy and review for spelling/grammar mistakes. And review for stories you want written. Also I paln to update every 2 weeks, or 3 weeks.

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Hermione's view


5 minutes ago...

Hermione opened the broom closet and looked inside. She swore she heard someone-a boy probably-crying. She walked deeper into the closet. Hermione called out, "Malfoy?" However, it was not the blond ferret but a small first year boy. "Sorry. I thought you were someone else.. So. Um.. Bye!" Hermione walked out the closet as fast she could. She was hot with embarrassment. Hermione shook her head.

'Why? Why am I looking for him anyway? I must be infected or poisoned.'

Hermione walked down the hall. She was walking past the bathroom when she heard something. Hermione fought in her inner mind. Either she could make fool of herself again or ignore it. Her body however was already opening the door. She cursed her instincts to help others. Hermione slowly peeked inside the bathroom. And there he was, the Slytherin prince sitting on the tiles of the bathroom floor, his head between his knees, and.. crying? Hermione was shocked by he image beforw her. Then, their eyes met and she said unconsciously, "Malfoy?


Draco's view


Why in this fucking world did Granger find him like this. Weak and vulnerable and so.. opened. Draco looked into her brown, hazel, warm brown eyes. They were so different from his own. His were cold, gray and lifeless. Her eyes were filled with confusion, pity and there was something else. Something he never knew. It was...

"What the fuck are you doing in here Granger?" Draco interrupted his own thoughts. He wiped his eyes and cursed to himself and stood up. Well, tried to stand up anyway. His legs gave away, making him stumble and grab the sink.

"Are you.. um.. okay?", asked Hermione.

"Fine.", Draco replied curtly.

He could practically hear her rolling her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Since when you cared about me, Granger?"

He shoved past her and walked to the door.

"I'm only trying to help!"called Hermione.

"Well. Don't."

And he walked out of the bathroom.


Draco walked out of the bathroom. He leaned against the wall in the hall. He looked at the clock. It was almost time for rhe students to go back to class. A lot of students were following one another to their classrooms. He was going to tell Hermione when Pansy came to him.

"Drackie where have you been? Been with some tramp again?"

"No", answered Blaise from her left,"He was with his boyfriend."

"No he's not gay Blaise."

"Well he isn't screwing some tramp for months-it makes him gay."

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Shut up" Blaise said to Pansy.

Draco however chose to ignore them and walk down to potion class.

"Fuck."

He cursed silently.

He had forgotten his books in the bathroom-where Hermione was-. He walked down to the bathroom and saw Hermione coming out. She stood right in front if him and she had his-damn-books.


Hermione's view


Hermione stood in the bathroom-boy's bathroom-alone. She shook her head and began to head out when her eyes caught some books-Draco's books-under the sink. She thought about Malfoy under the sink crying. It was surpirising enough that he was alone and not insulting her. But, crying? It was a total surprise. She reached down to grab the books. There was a book, a diary it looked like. On the cover it said, nothing and it was enchanted. It could have been a cursed from the restriction parts of the library. Hermione however, being curious and the cleverest witch in her age, opened the enchantment easily with a few spells. She opened the book. It was a diary. It wasn't a any old diary, but a very expensive one. It was like Tom Riddle's diary-a pensive diary to be exact-, and Hermione touched the page with her hand and was in Draco Malfoy's worst day.

Hermione was in a strange dark place. There was nly sounds of people screaming, crying, and rage. It was.. hell. Hermione looked around to find Draco Malfoy next to her. She looked at him. It was the look that she saw on his face five minutes ago. He was scared. Then, everything went quiet. So quiet. No sounds, nothing except the pitch black shadow hovering over them. Suddenly, a sound-barely a whisper-began to say.

"Draco Malfoy.. you have fail me.. you have betrayed me.. I may have gone from the world.. but I will return to you.. you will have nothing.. no one there to remember you.. forgotten and.. you will die in a way.. the most painful way.. everything will leave you dead and forgotten.. beware..."

Hermione watched as Draco collapsed on the ground. She could feel the searing pain burn in the air. The screams of pain returned. Then, she was suddenly in a bed. Draco Malfoy's bed. She looked down. Hermione wondered why he was dreaming these nightmares. On his left forearm, there it was, rhe dark mark-dark and clear.

Hermione jolted back to present. She was breathing had, shocked. It wasn't what she had expected. Draco Malfoy was being haunted by Lord Voldemort, and he was slowly dying, alone.

Hermione walked out of the bathroom with his school books. She looked at her watch. It was 1:15, she was 15 minute late to class. She shook her head, wondering what to do with Malfoy. Clutching her bookbag and Malfoy's books, she headed down to.. somewhere. Hermione couldn't go to class with Malfoy's books but she couldn't adbandon them in the hall either. Then, there stood Draco Malfoy, in front of her.


Draco's view


Granger was holding his diary. It was opened.

'Fuck'

"Granger.. Just give the bo.."

"Malfoy. What is wrong with you."

"Nothing, but thank you for your concern, Granger. Just give it back."

Draco reached out for his books but Hermione pulled them behind her.

"Malfoy. Why is he doing this to you?"

Draco tensed and put on mask.

"I don't know what your talking about. Granger, you've been hanging too much with Pothead that you are getting his 'hero sense', so just give them back."

"No!"

Hemione was sharper than she had intended to and caught him by surprise. Draco recovered quickly. Then, Hermione stepped closer to him. She was small, since Draco was 180cm and Hermione was 165cm. But Hermione took another bold step toward him. She grabbed his left arm and yanked up his sleeves. Draco pulled back as fast as he could but Hermione had seen.

"Y.. you.. It's.. true."

Draco gritted his teeth.

"What? Going to tell Saint Potter to come and put me in Azakaban like you all want Granger?"

"No.. no I thought.."

"Well. You saw the pensive. No one can help me. It would be the same-dying here or in prison-so leave me alone Granger."

"No! I will not let anyone be killed or meet death because of me!"

Draco heard something else that sounded like "not anymore".

"No one can help me Granger! No one not even Hero Potter even if he wanted to! And don't you dare tell anyone about this."

"Why! You are dying!"

"Why do you even care Granger."

Draco said before he yanked his books out of her hand and walking away.

"Malfoy!" Draco heard Hermione shout. "I won't let you die. I won't."

Draco whipped around.

"What are you going to do Granger? Report me? Put me in the hospital wing for the rest of my life? No one can help, no one. Not even you."

'No one cares anyway.'

"I won't do anything you said. I-no we-will figure out how to erase you mark. You cannot change my mind Malfoy. I still don't like you but I will help you because even though you hurt me and bullied me, I refuse to be helpless and let someone die becasue of me."

Then, she walked past him.

Draco stood there numbly. He gave a sigh. And a very small almost invisible smile. There was someone who wanted to help him, even if it was his worst enemy.