A/N: Sorry this took so long and it's so short but I was on vacay and I want to give you guys something. Thanks for all the reviews! Enjoy!

"Where's Ron then?" Hermione asked as she plopped down in the seat beside Harry. He gulped and looked down at his plate.

"Um, he's still upstairs."

"Hermione he's been saying awful things about you!" Ginny burst out. Harry shot her a look.

"What kinds of things?" Hermione demanded. Ginny and Harry looked at each other.

"Well…" Harry started.

"Like that you're sleeping with Malfoy." Ginny said, laughing nervously. "Obviously THAT'S not true."

"Obviously…" Hermione mumbled. Harry and Ginny turned to her.

"I'm not!" She snapped. She stared at her friends in horror. "My god, did you actually believe him?"

"No!" They said in unison.

"Maybe…." Harry confessed.

"He's my brother…" Added Ginny. Hermione laughed, leaning back in her chair.

"You can't be serious." She snorted. "Ron's mad because I wouldn't give him the time of day, end of story. Still he's quite over done it this time. Saying I'm sleeping with that ferret, imagine!" Her friends stared at her suspiciously for a moment then shrugged and continued with their breakfast. Hermione breathed a silent sigh of relief.

As discreetly as possible she glanced over at the Slytherin table. Malfoy was deep in conversation with his "friends." Pansy kept trying to put her hug him but he gently pushed her away. What ever he was saying must have been wildly funny because the table erupted with laughter.

"Idiots." Hermione mumbled. If the Slytherins had bothered to look Draco in the eyes they would have realized that there was no laughter dancing in them, only sadness.

As if on queue Draco turned to face Hermione. They stared at each other sadly. Draco mouthed 'I'm sorry' to her before turning back to his friends. So he was talking badly about her too. A pang of sadness ran through Hermione. She hated having to live this way. The secrets were killing her. But what could she do?

"I'm sorry Dray." She whispered too soft for anyone but her to hear before she turned back to Harry and Ginny.

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"Oi!" Hermione called after the retreating hufulpuff who had knocked her down in the hallway. She got to her knees and started to pick up her fallen papers. A foot shoot out of nowhere and kicked her in the back.

"Hey!" She called after her attacker who didn't turn around. Scowling Hermione got to her feet.

"Traitor!" Some one hissed." She spun around but she couldn't tell who had uttered the word.

"Mudblood whore!" Another snapped.

"Slytherin lover!"

"Deatheater!" Overwhelmed by all the voices dripping with hatred, Hermione disappeared into a little corridor.

"They all hate me…" she whispered to herself, tears running down her face. Her head jerked up as some one else entered her hiding place. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw the familiar head of blonde hair.

"Draco…" she breathed.

"I saw what they were doing to you." He said, his face filled with worry. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Hermione said, hastily wiping the tears from her eyes. Draco shook his head.

"I know your not." He stepped closer to her. "Mione…"

"Draco!" She whispered frantically. "People will see!"

"I don't care!" He said, getting so close to her that their faces were almost touching. "I only want you." At those words the world around Hermione dissolved. All she could see was messy blonde hair and soulful grey eyes.

"Dray…" She whispered, gripping his color and pulling him closer to her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see a flash of red. Red? Someone gasped, bringing Hermione back to reality. She turned to see Harry and Ginny staring at her, mouths open. She realized just how close she and Malfoy were, his hands were on her waist and their faces were only a few centimeters apart.

"Ginny please…" She began, detaching herself quickly from Malfoy. Ginny only shook her head, tears swimming in her eyes. The redhead then turned and walked away, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Harry remained where he was for a minuet, looking as though he wanted to say something more. In the end he turned tail and followed after his girlfriend.

"No!" Hermione whispered, putting her hands to her face. She slumped to the floor, tears streaming down from her eyes. She barley noticed when Draco slumped down next to her, leaning on one hand, worried creasing his face. They stayed like that in silence for a long time. Finally Draco spoke up.

"What are we going to do?" he said quietly.