Note: So it has been far too long since an update. Don't you agree? I kinda got too busy to write, but I m back, even if just for this one chapter for a while. Sorry to my readers is the updates are few and far between. Enjoy this next installment though. Please? This chapter is dedicated to Locked-up lycan, who asked me to write more and I promised I would. So Here's to you Locked-up lycan!

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter or 500 Days of Summer, I wouldn't be here right now.

Day 12

Hermione Granger was still depressed. Everyone had assumed that she would buck up in a day or two after school started, but she was getting worse. Even the Slytherins had noticed and kept away from her so as not to upset her.

It was like she carried this cloud over her head and no one got near her to avoid getting wet from the rains of sorrow that came from it.

Draco Malfoy was still trying to figure out what to do and why he wanted to help. Simply put, he was confused. At night when he heard her crying, it took everything he had not to run into that room and comfort her. He couldn't do that. He knew he couldn't, but he wanted to. He was scared by how out of character this was for him. He knew he had to do something soon though because otherwise she would end up like his mother, and her blood would be on his hands too.

"And the potion will turn a violent shade of green if you get it right..."

Professor Slughorn was deep into his lecture: too deep to notice one of his prize students', none other than Hermione Granger, potion had turned a lilac instead of violent green.

Maybe he chose to ignore it because the girl hadn't been doing much right in the ways of classes these past days that she even bothered to show up.

It was rumored she would lose her Head Girl position if she didn't turn around. It was only 12 days into school.

Not even Neville had been doing as badly as she had, but of course we have to give Neville new credit because he had turned around a lot since the war. He was one who had been changed for the better.

But this narrator is rambling now. We aren't here to focus on grades or head status but on two people. Perhaps we should get back to them now...

Draco Malfoy had finished his potion by now, and of course, it was perfect. He turned to glimpse at Granger, the woman he professed to hate but couldn't take his mind off of the last few days. He saw her potion was lilac and decided to act now.

"Granger." her greeted as warmly as possible without sounding like he was being nice.

She simply stared at him as if addressing her was an unforgivable sin.

"Would you like some help fixing that?" He said pointing disgusted at the obviously wrong potion stewing in the cauldron in front of the very silent and sad brunette.

She didn't speak, but she moved a little to the right to allow him to sit and help. They spent the rest of the class her following his directions and being silent and him helping in anyway he could while trying to get her to talk.

When Slughorn came over at the end of class to have a look at her potion, he was obviously surprised that it was perfect and even more surprised that Draco Malfoy was sitting next to her and had helped her.

"Thank you." She whispered, barely audibly, while looking anywhere but at him. "You're welcome." He said looking into her eyes the second she thought it safe to look up, surprising her.

"You know, Granger, lunch is next and you have taken to sitting alone at one of the knew circular tables put in order to allow house unity or whatever they say they're for. Anyways, I have taken to sitting alone too. Why don't we sit alone together and leave an extra table open."

She was taken aback by his offer to each lunch together. She simply stared at him confused.

"I'm hurt, Granger, that you think I cannot be civil. Your surprise makes me want to prove you all the more wrong. So, lunch?"

Surprising both him and her she nodded, and they walked to lunch together and sat a table together surprising everyone in the Great Hall. Many stopped and stared and got quiet until Malfoy shot out an intimidating look and everyone went back as they were.

"Malfoy, can I ask you a question?" She asked with a real voice and looking at him this time.

"Sure, Granger. Why the hell not." He said as impassively as possible while trying to hide hise fear of what she was going to ask him.

"Why did you suggest we sit together. I mean we hate each other. We used to fight all the time until this year when we just don't talk. So why?" The brunette looked slightly ashamed to ask this question from her facial expression. She looked down at her food, desperately avoiding the urge to look up.

He sighed in relief. This was a question he could answer.

"Because, Granger, I think it's time we put this silly childhood rivalry aside. I mean you're likable. I only hated you because of house differences. And..."

The blond looked away for this part. "You looked so damn miserable. I felt bad. Don't ask me when I got a conscience or a caring heart. I just did. I guess maybe I was hoping to see you less depressed."

"Wow. Thank you, but I don't really want pity. I would prefer to be left alone as opposed to that. I should be grateful, but I'm not." She said trying very hard not to let any venom be in her words. She meant what she said gracefully, not harshly.

The rest of the day went on pretty uneventfully, until that night back in the Head Dorm that is. The Head Boy and Head Girl were having a heated argument. Things were back to how they used to be, well sorta.

What makes it different and why are they arguing you ask? Let's back up a couple minutes to the beginning of the argument.

Draco Malfoy walked into the Head's Dorm earlier than he had told the Head Girl he would return. What sight he walked into was something he wouldn't have imagined.

There was Hermione Granger, Head Girl, Gryffindor Bookworm, Little Miss Know-it-all, in front of the fireplace a blood stained knife in her hand and cuts open on her arms.

"Granger? Why? Why would you do this? Do you know how dangerous this is? I know this sounds out of character for me to be concerned so you might want tp disregard it, but don't! Do you understand what you're doing to yourself?" He asked yelling with genuine concern and anger and sadness in his eyes.

"If I didn't know what I was doing, I wouldn't be doing it. Also, for your information Malfoy, this is none of your concern. I am none of your concern. Go back to the old you where you wouldn't have cared or you would have laughed and made fun of me. That way I don't have to hear this speech."

She was standing now with the blood running down her arms at an alarming rate. If she didn't get medical assistance soon, she would die.

"No, I won't not care about this. You're bleeding, profusely. We need to get you to Madame Pomfrey before you die." He put extra emphasis on the last word hoping it would trigger a response of self preservation.

"Maybe that's what I want, Malfoy. Why do you think I waited till you left to do this. After this afternoon, I knew you'd try to stop me, but it's my life and I am choosing to end it so butt out."

"No. I am taking you to the hospital wing. You're not going to die tonight. I will get you there and save you even if I have to petrify and float you there." He said taking out his wand.

She ran toward her room, probably to lock the door and die, but he was too quick and she was down. He brought her to the hospital wing but lied for her. He told them it was an accident and she was in shock so he had to petrify her. Luckily, he was believed.

Madame Pomfrey tried to kick him out of the room, but he put up such a fight she allowed him to stay. He fell asleep in a chair by her bed while watching over her.

Note: So Here is an update. Hope it didn't suck too much. Also, I am currently working on the sequel to "Are you kidding me? A slave?" Look for the first chapter soon!