"Harry. I really need you right now. I need my best friend." Her eyes were welling and Harry looked really uncomfortable.

"Hermione, i know, i know, but i'm not sure what to say to you. I love you, but this whole thing with Ron, well, i can't be comforting to both of you at the same time. And Ron asked me to lunch, i'm sorry, really. There's Ginny. Hermione, please, don't hate me." Harry was pleading, and Hermione nodded. She would talk to Ginny while Harry talked to Ron. It seemed perfectly logical. Yet, nothing seemed logical to Hermione much anymore.

"Bye, 'Mione" She mumbled her goodbye back to him and dragged herself over to Ginny.

"Oh, Ginny. Why is this hitting me so hard? I shouldn't be the one crying and fussing. I'm such a horrible person." She rested her head on Ginny's shoulder and Ginny patted the back of her head.

"Hermione, it's perfectly fine. You lost your first love, you're best friend. It makes sense." Hermione looked up, eyes wide and wet.

"I lost him, you mean it? Forever? I can't…" She was cut off by her own sobs. She didn't want to face that she'd never be able to laugh, to cry, to share another happy moment with one of her true best friends.

"Hermione, i'm sorry, so sorry." She held Hermione for a long while, they seemed truly like sisters in that moment, actually caring for each other. Hermione suddenly straightened and wiped her face quickly with the back of her hand.

"I'm going to go see someone." She said quickly and stumbled out of the portrait hole. She had no idea where she was going, but she did know she had to stop wallowing in self pity and do something. The next thing she knew, she was out in the middle of the 7th corridor. Suddenly she remembered the Room of Requirement. She closed her eyes and passed by the room three times muttering about getting away.

The door opened and she saw a wide expanse of armchairs and rows and rows of books. She smiled slightly and used a summoning spell to find her favorite ancient literature and settled into reading and forgetting about everything.

This didn't work out, because as soon as she sat down a familiar figure popped up and cussed at her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing in here, you trespassing little- wait, Her-Granger?" Malfoy was standing across from her and yelling at her.

"Yes, Malfoy, it's me. How did you get in here?" Hermione was too bewildered to remember that Malfoy had found out about the Room in 5th year under Umbridge's command. But, Malfoy didn't reply. Malfoy had fainted dead on the floor.

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Malfoy was running. Running for his life. The problem was, he had no idea where he was running to, and no idea who he was running from. He didn't remember how he got here, but he knew that if he did not move, he wouldn't live. He dashed threw alleyways and past blank and bleak shop windows, he stopped suddenly remembering where he was. He was running towards Voldemort. He was running to save the girl. The girl whose identity was still unknown.

"Must… find… her" Draco opened his eyes. "I, where am i?" He demanded to an empty room. Madam Pomfrey come out from her office, and Malfoy realized he was in the Infirmary. "Madam? I, what? How did i get here?" Malfoy was so confused he forgot to be mean and spiteful.

"Hermione Granger brought you up, she said you had fainted. The girl was scared half to death, you gave her quite a fright, Mr. Malfoy."

"I gave her, Madam, i fainted?" Malfoy was taken back. He hadn't fainted in a few years.

"Yes, Draco, you fainted. I think it was due to either stress, bad dreams, or both. Have you been having problems lately?" Draco didn't dare tell the nurse of his task or the odd dreams he had been having lately.

"No, ma'am. I've been doing quite well." Draco was lying, but the nurse did not pick up on it.

"Yes, well, i'm going to call Hermione to take you up to your dormitory, as she requested." Draco was appalled. Hermione Granger, Gryfenndor, best friends with Harry Potter had requested to walk him up to his bed. He just sat there, mouth ajar until she swished into the room and started talking.

"Draco, i know you might be wondering why i'm going to be the one to take you down to your room, but it's only because i knew that you'd not like to explain the way you fainted to your Slytherin buddies, we all know how they are about that." She, of course, was referencing in third year when Draco had made fun of Harry for fainting around Dementors.

"Oh, shut up. I can do it myself, thank you." But as soon as the blonde haired boy stood, his legs buckled and he fell to his knees.

"Exactly, Draco. Here, hold on to my shoulder." Draco did what he was told, but he grimaced as she put a supporting had around his waist.

"Oh, shut up. Now, if i remember correctly Slytherin dorms are in the dungeons." She was correct, and Malfoy said nothing. He merely dragged along beside her.

"Oof, Draco, will you please put some effort into it?" Draco wasn't listening. He was just trying to put one foot infront of the other. Malfoy suddenly sank and then fell into darkness once more.

"Draco, Draco are you alright, Draco!" She was shaking him, and there were tears in her eyes. "Draco.." She trailed off and then looked into his deep grey eyes. "Draco, tell me what's happening." Then without thinking, Draco told this brown-haired girl all his secrets, everything that had been bothering him over the past week. Pansy, his dream, even Voldemort's new mission, something he would regret later. She just stared wide eyed, unable to speak. When Draco finally finished, he expected her to run away, find a teacher, get him expelled, but instead she said, "Draco. I'm going to help you." It was all he could do not to start tearing up just like her.