Why did this have to happen to me. Where had this all gone wrong? So many questions, and the largest one of all: How can I fix
this. Malfoy's probably still mad as hell, and I have no idea how to fix it.

The next morning, I wake up at about noon. I peeked into the mirror, rubbing my eyes. Great, my eyes are red, hair a mess and bags under the eyes to top it
all off. I headed off to lunch anyways. Ginny, Harry,Ron and Luna were already at the table.

"Rough night huh?" Ginny said, putting her hand on my shoulder protectively. I groaned in response as I started to stuff my face.

"Hermione? Are you ok?" Harry said, rather quietly so that I could barely hear him.

"It's ok. I'm fine really." I felt like I should have told them, but before I had a chance to think about it, the words were already out of my mouth. I hoped against
hopes he would insist upon finding out what was wrong. But he didn't. He had probably just assumed I had been up studying. Of course I don't blame him.

Ginny gave me a quick hug, and told me she'd talk to me when she finished up her tutoring session with Mcgonagall.

As Luna started gabbering on about some sort of mysterious animal, I looked around the Hall. I pondered what to say to Malfoy. I had really messed up.

About a week had passed and I had said nothing to Malfoy. It was time for another club meeting, but I didn't want to do it. It had pretty much lost its charm for
me. Ginny suggested that we lessen the number of meetings. I agreed, and the meetings went from once a week to once a month.

Starting to feel a bit better about the whole thing, I started planning for the next meeting. We had done cupcakes and movies, what should we do next? I
remembered that a few weeks ago, me and Ginny had thought about holding a game tournament. But I wasn't sure if any of the girls would really be into it.
I wanted something to do incase some people didn't want to play video games, and of course it can't be too girly because what if some of the boys don't want
to play the games either. I talked it over with Ginny and one of her friends, Maggie.

They helped come up with the great idea of creating our own binders, things muggles use to carry around school papers. Maggie was really the one who came up with most of it. She's in the same year as me, and usually keeps
to herself, but I really like her. She has long black hair and dark skin, along with an amazing sense of humor. I found out that she also has a crush on Harry,
just like Ginny. They both giggled. I wondered who would be a better match for Harry. Maybe I could help set Harry up with someone. No, that's a stupid idea,
just look what happened with Ron. But that didn't stop me from trying to set Maggie and Harry up at the next meeting. I smiled to myself. I should probably
leave it alone, but they really would be cute together.

Later that night, I kept having these awful dreams about Malfoy. He had been ignoring me for so long, I was starting to convince myself that everything had never happened,
but I had proof. I still had the letter from his father. I pulled it out from under my pillow. I had planned to give it back, but couldn't bring myself to it. Maybe he'll
show up at the club meeting and I can give it to him then. Doubt that would ever happen, the way he avoids me. I really wanted to talk to him, but I was just to
shy to do it. Ginny refused to be a go-between. I had no other options than to sit and wait for him to talk to me or talk to him myself.

Three days later, it was only a week until the holiday break. Snow was still everywhere. All the classes had already been canceled in favor of the break. I wandered
down the halls, bored having finished all my homework. I thought about visiting Hagrid, he always seemed to cheer me up. Especially when Malfoy was involved.
He didn't know what went on with me and Malfoy, but I was sure I could talk to him about my problems without letting any names slip.

Fast forward to about an hour later. I had finished talking to Hagrid, and he had really helped me to see everything more clearly. If I wanted him to talk to me again,
I was probably going to need to make the first move. His confidence was probably either crushed, or his pride was too strong to talk to me first. I took a deep
breath. I wanted to get it over as soon as possible, and I really hoped I hadn't completely ruined everything.