DISCLAIMER: NOT MINE

A/N: LONGER CHAPPIE ENJOY!

Hermione made her way to breakfast in the Great Hall. She was just entering when Ron came running up to her. " Mione!" he shouted. However, Hermione ignored him.

" HERMIONE!" he shouted louder drawing attention from the other tables. She decided to look at him. "Hermione, we need to talk about last night." he sighed

" Your actions spoke louder than your words Ronald, besides there is nothing left to say." she said tiredly. she began to walk away but Ron grabbed her by the wrist, touching the bruises he had put their last night. She cried out in pain. "Ron! let go of me now!" she demanded but he gripped her harder " No not until we talk about this," he said angrily

"Ron! Stop! You're hurting me," she pleaded.

"Let go of her, Weasel," a voice growled from behind her.

Draco, she thought'

" Sod off Malfoy," Ron bit back acidly

" I said let go of her." he said and Hermione could hear the danger in his voice.

Hermione was pulled away and she was against Malfoy whose wand was pointed at Ron's face.

Ron quickly withdrew his wand from his robes and pointed it at Malfoy's chest.

"Two can play at that game Ferret- Boy"

They sized each other up for a moment before Ron said something.

"She's MINE"

" Hate to break it to you Weasel-King, but she is NOT a piece of property, so stop treating her like rubbish."

" Petrificus Totalus!"

"Expelliarmus!"

"STOP!" Hermione yelled.

The two boys looked at her and saw that she was crying. She ran out of the Great Hall back to the Head dorms.

Malfoy scowled at Ron and strode out of the Great Hall to find Hermione.

Hermione could not believe that Ron had treated her like that. He had hurt her, she doubted he had meant to but the bruises on her wrist stung even more than they should have. She needed to clear her head so she went out to the lake. She sat on a small dock that hung over the water her feet dangling just above the surface of the water. she looked down at herself and began to remember back to the Triwizard Tournament in 4th year. That was the year she learned that she couldn't swim very well. well at least not in her school robes and shoes. Ever since she was dragged down to the bottom of the lake she had been afraid to return but, right now she didn't care. She thought about the War. All the people they had lost, their faces and final moments still fresh in her mind. They had been through so much , couldn't she just have a break? But Harry had it worse, He was still trying to recover from the effects of the war. She had to admit he was recovering exceptionally but he had been through so much in such little time. Hermione's thoughts were interrupted by a tentacle wrapping around her ankle and pulling her into the lake's murky depths.

Draco was panicking. He had gone to the Head dorms to find Hermione and she wasn't there. Running his hand through his hair out of frustration he paced the common room. He finally decided to go outside to see if she was out there somewhere. He went to the first place he could think of: the lake. He found her there just staring into the water he let out a sigh of relief that was quickly replaced by a cry of fear as he saw Hermione being pulled into the lake. Without hesitation, he ran on the dock shedding his shirt, school robes and shoes and gracefully dove in after her.