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Summary: Hermione is sick and tired of being alone. She decides to make herself a golem. Not just any golem but one that looks and acts like her ideal prince charming, in fact, he is! The whole of Hogwarts is going crazy over this new boy... and why is Draco Malfoy glaring at him so much?

"Talk"

'Thoughts'

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Letters/Mail

Letters/Mail

Recap

The stranger flicked his wand and her voice came back to her but since she was not used to speaking and because of her exhaustion, she whispered very quietly when she wanted to scream. "Who are you?"

"You don't want me to answer that, Granger."

"Malfoy?" she asked slightly surprised but it didn't show since she was dead tired.

"Sleep. I'll take care of you…"

She did as she was told and slowly let exhaustion take over her.

Chapter 4 – Secrets Hidden and Revealed

Hermione opened her eyes slowly as she felt a sudden pain in her chest and ankle. She groaned.

"Ms. Granger. You are finally awake!" Madame Pomfrey smiled.

"How long have I been here?" Hermione asked not being able to move her body at all. "What happened to me?"

"You were missing for two days. A student brought you in here at around three in the morning. I'm sorry but I wasn't able to catch their name." Madame Pomfrey said as she quickly conjured up some medicine bottle. "Drink this whole bottle and don't stop for air."

Hermione did as she was told but it took every bit of her not to spit it all out. It tasted like squid guts mixed with pig intestines all boiled up in human blood then frozen along with dog saliva and boiled in an unwashed cauldron.

Suddenly, Dumbledore was right beside Madame Pomfrey.

"Pompy, could you please leave Hermione and I for a moment? I just need a quick word." He smiled.

Madame Pomfrey nodded and left the headmaster alone with Hermione.

"Hermione, I know this will be hard but I need to know, where you have been for the past few days?" he asked her as he sat down on a chair he drew for himself.

Hermione stared at the headmaster.

She looked down at the bed spread in front of her and searched through her mind. She remembered some things and images flashed in her head. But then it stopped. And there was a blank somewhere between everything.

"I… I… can't remember… the last thing I remember is…" she suddenly blushed. "I was with David… um… then… I woke up in my dorm… then…" she searched her brain. "I don't know! I don't know what comes next… where have I been?" she told herself more than she told the headmaster.

Dumbledore nodded.

"Someone must have cast a memory charm on you." He informed her. His twinkling eyes were searching and penetrating as if searching her mind himself. When he looked away he shook his head. "You shall stay here this whole week Ms. Granger. Until this matter is fixed."

Hermione wanted to protest but the look on Dumbledore's face was enough to shush her. She nodded meekly.

The Headmaster stood and walked out of the hospital wing.

Hermione sighed. How long was she going to stay at this stupid hospital wing? She might as well rent out a bed at the rate she was going. And all her classes! What about graduating? Will she if she already missed around half of the classes for the whole year?

Hermione gave a shudder. What if… what if she needed to repeat the year? That was unacceptable! She was in sixth year and top of all her classes dammit! She will not resort to repeating a year! Then what will happen next year? Will Harry and Ron graduate and say goodbye to her as she stays back just starting to graduate as they move on with their lives? No way! She was the one who cared most about it! She couldn't just repeat a grade!

Hermione started to cry.

"Granger?" a voice called.

She looked up to find Malfoy standing in front of her, yet his usual smirk was not present on his face.

"Malfoy…" she sniffed as she let out a wail and continued crying like mad.

Surprisingly, he did not leave and closed the curtains around her bed and whispered a silencing charm.

"What's the matter Granger?" he asked as he sat down on her bed.

"I-sniff-might-wail-fail-sniff-and re-re-repeat-wail!"

He stared at her, an unreadable expression crossed on his face.

She stopped crying to stare at him… his face was turning red… then blue… then purple! Was he choking or something?

Then he burst out laughing.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

She glared. "What's so funny?"

"Okay." He said, wiping a tear from his eye. "You were in the hospital wing around what, three times this year, you fainted, almost died, now you seem to have lost some memory, sorry I overheard, and what you're worried about is your grades?" he said and started laughing again. "If I were you I would worry about myself! You seem to be a walking bad luck charm these days! Longbottom hasn't been in here once since you first came!"

'He actually said sorry?' was her first thought but shook it away. He had insulted her! again!Hermione wanted to throw something at his head but instead she frowned.

"What are you doing here anyway, Malfoy?" she sneered at him, turning her back to him as he just continued laughing.

He stopped and stared at her for a while. "What do you care?" he asked, his usual cold demeanor returned.

"Well, if you're just going to be rude and stuck up about it, then why don't you just leave?" she snapped back.

She turned away and strained her ears to hear the sound of his footsteps as he walked away, but they never came.

"I brought in a friend of mine." He told her with a straight face, devoid of any sarcasm, malice or defiance.

"Oh? Who?" she asked, searching for one trace of falsehood on his face.

"Zabini." He answered casually. "Got pretty bloodied up."

Hermione didn't really care about the other Slytherin but the thought of someone actually beating up another person who wasn't in Slytherin was shocking… what house could they be in? Hufflepuff? No, theyre too nice. Ravenclaw? they were smart enough to know not to mess with Slytherins. Gryffindow? the thought suddenly turned to Harry and Ron. Maybe they had something to do with it? They might get detention! Or worse! Get expelled!

"Don't worry. It wasn't one of your little body guards." Malfoy said casually.

"You know who beat him up?" she asked, trying to hide her interest. She had to know who to stay away from in school.

"Of course. Considering the fact that I was there." He said smugly, the usual smirk plastered back on.

"Well, why didn't you stop them!" she shouted. "He is your best friend, isn't he?"

"Define 'Best Friend'." He said.

"Someone who knows all your secrets. Someone who knows you best. Someone who knows your weaknesses and your strengths and is always there when you need them or not." She said thinking about Harry and Ron.

Malfoy just shrugged. "Sounds like a worst enemy to me."

She stared at him. "What do you mean?"

"Who better than an enemy to know what you are hiding? They always seek it to use it against you. They know you best since they've seen you in your worst and best state of being. Like when you two are in a brawl or in a verbal war. Face it, your enemy knows you best. Even your closest friends don't see the absolute worst in you. The enemy studies you, your strengths and weaknesses which he/she encounters when you two fight therefore even knowing more about you then maybe even you know about yourself. And they are always there, picking at you whether you like it or not." He said counting off on his fingers the points he was making.

Hermione stayed still, pondering on his different outlook on her thoughts of a best friend, and then she burst out laughing.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

He stared at her for a second then laughed along with her.

"Hahaha- why- hahaha- are we- hahaha –laughing-hahaha?" he asked.

She wiped a tear from her eye then smiled up at him. "Nothing really. It just… refreshing to hear someone else's view on my ideas with a new point in it. Harry and Ron, well, it's hard to get a conversation out of them that doesn't involve quidditch or the end of the world. With David, well, we pretty much think the same way. It's nice to hear some diversity thrown at me." Her smile grew even larger.

He gave her a small smile.

"I see what you mean. I don't really 'express my individual thoughts' towards the other Slytherins."

"Mr. Malfoy! Get out! You are creating too much noise! People are healing here!" Madame Pomfrey shouted.

"Well, I have to go Granger. Really nice talk we had. Hope we can do it again some other time." He said sarcastically then winked at her right before he left the Hospital Wing.

Right before he disappeared, a sudden flash appeared right before her eyes then everything was enveloped in darkness. As if it became night. Then suddenly, she saw his once again, her eyes were hazy but she saw the silhouette of Malfoy looking at her then his face came to focus.

"Malfoy?" she whispered.

His voice was mumbled and she strained to hear his words but all she could make out was, "Sleep."

She was brought back into the Hospital Wing and she stared off into space.

"He knows what happened to me…" she whispered as she suddenly realized she was in tears.

Malfoy had not returned to the Hospital Wing since that day even though his so-called 'best friend' was still there, unable to fully recover since whoever beat him up used some sort of spell.

Hermione had been looking out for any hair of him since then. Even when Harry and Ron were there, she would always stop talking or laughing or even breathing when the doors to the Hospital wing opened. But when she found out that it wasn't him, she always let out a breath she had been holding.

"Hermione? What's wrong?" Harry asked at another one of his and Ron's daily visits.

She just merely sighed and smiled a small smile towards her best friends.

"Look, I know you miss David and all but I don't know where he goes off to either. Every time we see him in class he's always out of it. And the teachers don't really seem to mind him." Ron said thoughtfully.

Hermione was taken aback for a moment. She hadn't been thinking of David at all. She now felt sort of guilty. What was happening to him? He is her fault after all. Wait… David was now a 'fault' to her? Wasn't she in love with him only days before?

"I'm sorry guys… You're right… I do miss… D- David." She lied.

The two seemed to believe her and said their farewells.

She remained contemplating on what they had just told her. Something was happening to David. What could it be? Could she have made a mistake when she created him? What was happening?

The door burst open and her attention was quickly diverted. A tall, blonde boy quickly strode into the room like he owned it.

"Zabini!" he shouted as he raged in.

The dark haired young man who was a couple of beds away from Hermione shivered in fright.

"Err… Hi Malfoy."

"What's this I hear about a polyjuice potion and you becoming a pansy drone!"

"Look, I can explain." The dark haired boy said as he sat up.

Malfoy grunted in anger and quickly pulled the curtains around Zabini's bed and quickly muttering a 'silencio' spell.

Hermione couldn't help but stare at the closed off bed and wonder what Malfoy was talking about.

After a few moments, the curtains were opened so harshly that it ripped.

"It had better not happen again." Malfoy growled and left the hospital wing immediately, not even glancing at Hermione.

She stared at Zabini, his face now showed a new bruise right above his left eye.

She winced at the mere sight of it.

"Hermione?" a voice startled her.

She was suddenly aware of another person sitting beside her on her bed.

She turned around and gasped.

David was deathly pale and his usually bright eyes were dark and distant. He seemed to be in so much pain as he breathed.

"Something… is… wrong…" he breathed out and suddenly fell to the floor, unconscious.

Hermione stared at the body in front of her and it took a second for it to finally sink in… She could feel something being torn away from the body… as if… no. She stared at her own hands and found them paling at an alarming rate. She was almost as pale as him…

She could hear voices, all around her. All the other patients were staring at her and she was getting a huge migraine. She screamed as blood littered the floor.

She couldn't remember what had happened next. Her vision was hazy and a frantic Madame Pomfrey was holding on to her so tight as if she wouldn't let go.

"What's wrong dear? What's happening? Ms. Granger! Ms. Granger! Hermione!" the nurse screamed in alarm as Hermione felt herself slowly slip away into the same unconsciousness as David… she coughed and tasted the bronzy taste of blood in her mouth.

"David…" she whispered. "something… wrong…"

"HERMIONE!"

Authors note:

Hey! I know I haven't updated for a while and I noticed that Hermione is always in the Hospital wing so if your wondering, here the answer!

When Hermione created a Golem, you can't really expect her to be the same. Her health, immune system, magic, and even knowledge all took a dive for it. She is so unbalanced and vulnerable that spells do not have the same effect on her as it used to of is supposed to. Since she had a memory charm placed on her, it was sure to cause her damage, and that's why she was at the hospital wing for so long after she was found.

Here's a clue to why Hermione and David will be… err… 'out of it' in the next chapter! It has something to do with the Forbidden forest and what happened to Hermione when she was missing for two days!

Please review and look out for the next Chapter! Chapter 5: Missing