Author's note: for those of you who don't know, I accidentally uploaded the wrong chapter five, so this is chapter six, but DO NOT READ if you haven't read the actual chapter five! Thanks everyone!

Last time…

"Oh…and Draco?" Hermione said, and he stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder at her, "Thanks…" and he gave a curt nod, and left the room, closing the door behind him, leaving a very confused Hermione, yet for the first time in a long time she was…almost happy…

Now…

Hermione had always taken Muggle sleeping pills, ever since she had started having nightmares and not getting any sleep. She had used many bottles, and was afraid of not using them, she was so scared, she always saw the raw, haunted face of her dead parents, the ones who would never come back. Harry had sympathized with her, but he had never known his parents, so it was almost easier for him in a way.

She yawned, and stretched out on her long queen bed, she felt something soft brush against her leg and she jumped in surprise. Leaning over her bed, she saw her cat, Crookshanks lazily walking around, she grabbed him by his sides, hoisting him up onto the bed with her. She stroked his long bright orange fur, he purred loudly, laying down, and rolling onto his back with a satisfied smile on his little kitty face.

Hermione was happy, because today was Saturday, no more classes, and no school. She shivered at the cold air in her room, and picked up her wand, muttering a quick spell her fireplace lit up with a burst of warm air. She wrapped the soft blankets around herself protectively, and stopped petting her cat. Crookshanks looked up in a sign of protest but gave up and hopped off the bed, sitting next to the fireplace.

She looked over at her bedside, the only things laying there were an orange bottle filled with her sleeping pills, and her leather notebook. She thought about how she had first gotten that notebook, her father had gotten her it when he first found out she was a witch. He had bought it at Diagon Ally, and after finding out it was made of Dragon Skin, he bought it, he had thought it was cool. Hermione chuckled at the memory of him holding it in the air excitedly after getting it. She had not known what to write in it, so she had made it into her own little poetry book.

She had thought about yesterday too, and how she and Draco were not yet friends, she would love to have a friend, but she didn't know if she was emotionally ready. Who was she kidding, of course she was ready, she had always needed friends, without friends, what kind of life did you have? A very sad and lonely one for sure.

She thought about him, his shaggy blonde hair, all of the girls at school fawned over him, and he was a bit cocky, but not to Hermione. He was always quiet, and for some reason, he seemed like he wanted to help her, she didn't understand. Why? That was the question that kept popping up into her head, she couldn't tell what his motive was, she knew there must have been something personal about this situation.

Maybe his mother? Or an old childhood friend? She was pretty sure that cutting was only a Muggle thing, she had learned it from a Muggle, people at her old elementary school who knew brothers and sisters who did it. She had always thought that it was something for someone desperate, until she became that someone. She wanted to stop, but couldn't bring herself to it.

How else could she live? What would she do if she couldn't ever find release? Would she just explode? She didn't know, but all she knew was, whatever would help her stop, if she ever did, had to be a hell of a thing, or a person…

Draco…

Draco wandered the empty halls, it was a Saturday morning, no one would be awake for hours, and yet he had woken up early, he couldn't sleep. He found that he never woke up on time, either late, or early, he was a fashionably late person, but apparently that didn't work to well with the teachers. He couldn't tell how many house points he had lost to being late for class.

The sky was depressing today, it was grey, and cloudy, it was obvious that a storm was coming. The air was murky and moist, and it was fairly hot, not fun weather to be outside. Either way, the outside looked tempting, Draco was sick of being inside, he felt cramped, and slowly made his way to the doors.

It felt just like he had thought that it would, there was a hard wind, blowing against his face as he walked down the steep hills, when he had left the common room, there hadn't been any noises, so he assumed that Hermione wouldn't be up for hours.

Hermione…

Hermione walked into the common room, finally finding the strength to get out of her soft warm bed. It always seemed that her bed was even more comfortable in the morning, when she needed to get up, never when she didn't want to sleep, or was trying to sleep but couldn't.

She saw Draco's door was closed, she guessed that he would still be sleeping, she had woken up rather early for a Saturday, and she didn't want to bug him, even more now that he had been civil to her. She decided to get dressed, and go for a nice calming walk down to the lake, it should calm her down.

Draco…

Draco walked around outside, inhaling the soft mossy smell of the air, the smell before a lot of rain. He walked on the squishy ground, and around by the trees. He didn't even see them coming, he just heard their voices first.

"Draco!" the female voice screamed, and he was tackled to the ground, he could feel the hard itchy grass against his back as he pushed his attacker off of him. He saw it was Pansy, she had seen him from a distance and ran to him, he wished he had seen her coming, then he could have run!

"Draco, I heard the nastiest rumor, is it true that you are…." She stopped as if she couldn't even begin to utter this horrible, dreadful rumor. She nodded to Goyle, who stepped foreword, and bowed his head solemnly, and muttered something incoherent.

"Speak louder!" Draco snapped and he heard what Goyle said, but he wished he hadn't. "That you are friendly with Granger, and that you have helped her before, some say you are smitten with her…" and Goyle avoided Draco's blazing eye contact as if it were the plague.

Draco thought for a moment, before answering, he couldn't say yes, his father would hear about it, and Draco shuddered to think what his father would do to him if he had ever found out. He knew that whatever he said would be repeated to his father, only built ten times worse.

Draco gazed out at the lake that now was in front of him and he looked back at Pansy, he had no choice, he used the worst voice he could muster up. "That mudblood? Hell no, she is just like a little puppy with no home!" he spat out, and Pansy nodded, seemingly satisfied.

"We just had to check where you stand," Pansy said huffily, crossing her arms, "you never know who is going to turn…nice on you," she made a face when she said nice, and snapped her fingers, her posse quickly followed her as she marched away.

Draco sighed, the worst was over, he looked over Pansy's shoulder at the empty field, wondering how he could ever be friends with Hermione, without his life ending, that just it, he couldn't…

What Draco didn't notice though, was a girl standing, about twenty feet away behind a tree, he didn't notice her, or her eyes that weld up with tears, she had been abandoned, yet again…

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