I DON'T OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT THE PLOT!!

Ever since that night a week ago, Draco and Hermione had avoided each other. It was hard to when they were partnered in two of the classes they had together, but other than that, they kept to themselves.

Hermione had been doing yoga and meditation since that night and it has proved to help her greatly. It helped her stay calm and it even helped her deal with the ''No Friend" situation. She still felt lonely, but it was now bearable.

Draco, still confused with the while situation, decided to give Hermione some space before he started questioning her. He had noticed during their partnership in Potions class, that she had tiny scars on her arms and some on her cheeks and that made him even more curious. But it wasn't just curiousity; it was something else, too. Concern? The emotion was foreign to him and the word made him uncomfortable.

Draco also noticed that Hermione didn't walk around as tense as before, so he decided to start the questioning that night when she entered the common room after her rounds.

-Draco's POV-

11:15. Granger's rounds were to end soon and I waited in the common room patiently for her arrival. I had to take this slowly cause I didn't want to scare her like last time. I paced back and forth in front of the fire, holding my hand to my chin deep in thought. Fifteen more minutes passed and I heard the sound of the portrait opening. I stopped pacing and stood where I was, a few feet away from the entrance into the common rooms.

Granger came in looking down at her feet. She then looked up and noticed my presence.

-Hermione's POV-

I walked into the common room after my rounds completely exhausted. I just wanted to go to sleep for hours. I had my head down, but I looked up when I felt another presence in the common room. I saw Malfoy looking at me, as if he had been waiting for me.

" Malfoy," I said with a curt nod. I started walking past him to the staircase, but he caught my arm.

"Not so fast, Granger. I need to talk to you," he said back to me in a slightly rough voice. I looked up at him shocked. His eyes had a determination in them and he had a small glare on his face. I winced because the cuts from the mirror were still sore and he had a firm grip on my arm. He saw me wince and his grip loosened. His glare melted a little bit off of his face and turned into slight curiousity.

"Malfoy, not tonight. I'm so tired."

"Granger, it's been a week. And besides, I have a right to know. I'm kind of part of this in a way." I looked at him with defeated eyes. I guess he did have a right to know.

"Ok, sit down." He did and I started pacing in front of him. "But just so you know, Malfoy, none of this leaves this room. I know you hate me, but please don't tell anyone. I'm still not too sure that I should be telling you." Malfoy gave a small nod and leaned back on the couch. He looked at me with steely eyes and I sighed and began my story...

-Normal POV-

"It all started the summer after 5th year. This kid who lived on my street kicked my cat and I got mad. All of a sudden fire came out of nowhere and almost hit him..." Hermione then looked into the fire, like she was reliving the experience. "I will never forget the look on his face...pure horror. He was scared, and though he deserved it, I never felt so horrible. I informed Dumbledore immediately and he Obliviated the boy's memory along with anyone else who might have heard about it. Even Dumbledore was stumped as to what was wrong with me."

Draco just watched her as she paced back and forth in front of him. He was confused yet intrigued.

"I must have looked in every book in the library to see if I could find something to explain it to me. I finally did and apparantly when you have a certain emotion that is more powerful over all the others, it can dominate your body at times. Mine seems to be anger, which still suprises me. It doesn't happen to all witches and wizards; it's very rare. I still don't know why I have this...power. But it's been horrible and I've been doing yoga and meditation to subdue my anger."

Hermione stopped her pacing and stood in front of Draco. She looked down at him with tears in her eyes. He looked back with a neutral expression.

"But please, Malfoy, don't tell anybody. I'm still baffled on how you still have that memory of what happened between Ron and me. I don't want anyone else finding out; they could get hurt. If I can get hurt by my own power, imagine what will happen to other people. So please, just keep this between you and me."

Draco stared at her for a moment. He truely felt sorry for this girl. She seemed so lost, like a child. He then registered the last part. 'She's hurt herself before?' He remembered the scars he saw.

"You've hurt yourself before?" he asked, voicing his thoughts. She nodded at him and lifted up her sleeves. Many tiny scars stared back at him and his eyes grew wide. He looked up at her and took notice of the ones on her face that she tried to hide with concealer.

"I broke the mirror in my room," she said softly with a shrug.

He wasn't going to all of a sudden be her best friend, but he would keep her secret. He may hate her, but it would be low to tell her secret. Too low for him.

"I'll keep your secret, Granger. But this doesn't make us best friends, you know." She nodded at him and smiled a little.

"Thanks, Malfoy. And I am sorry about what happened on the train. I don't like when people hear me singing, let alone insult it." She looked at him darkly and he looked away, suddenly finding the fireplace very interesting.

"Sorry," he mumbled almost inaudibly. He wasn't too keen on apologizing. Hermione just looked at him for a second, then shook her head.

"Let's just forget about it. Now, I'll be going to bed because I have to talk to Dumbledore tomorrow. Night, Malfoy," she smiled a little then walked away.

"Yeah, night," he replied while still looking into the fireplace. After she was gone he still looked into the fire, thinking about everything Hermione said. He then got a very disturbing thought in his head which he very much wanted out: 'She'd be very powerful for the dark side.'

ok, there it is. I'm sorry if it's short. I'm hitting writer's block again...

reviews would be nice...