Broken Smile

Disclaimer; I do not own any of the characters in this story.

Authors Note; Hey guys! Well here is chapter 13 of Broken Smile, unlucky for some, especially Hermione. Not saying anything else about what's happening in the chapter though – to find out please read.

I've actually put a stop to Belle Of The Ball for a few weeks so I can sort out Broken Smile, and How Do You Feel About That?, mainly because they've been up for a while and nothing much has actually happened. Also, Sex, Drugs and Rock 'N' Roll is on stand by for the moment (I do know what's going to happen but I just don't know what to write, if you know what I mean).

No new stories to report as of yet, well none that will be posted in the near future. Possible new one in March, but who knows I could fancy writing a few one shots in the time being, just to keep me being a busy-body.

Anyway, enjoy. Please read and review.

Jus Thought You'd Like To Know; My email address, if you'd like to add me I'd appreciate it so I can email updates etc, and whatever else. It is; Summary; Hermione receives more bad news, and Draco is left feeling more and more frustrated. The plot thickens, and more things happen. Actually quite juicy – if it were real, I'd blatantly be gossiping!

Chapter:- Thirteen.

The police found the note that he had left for his daughter, and decided to start a search for his next of kin. They already grasped that her father had murdered Hermione's mum, and then killed himself, but obviously the police had no idea about Hermione and Hogwarts.

Hermione wrote endless letters back home, to let her mother know she was okay and none of then got replies but she wasn't too worried because in her household it was hard to find 5 minutes. So she just carried her day on as usual.

Draco sat in front of her, his lips still touching hers, and then finally they broke apart. Hermione smiled, a proper smile. Not the half smile she'd been showing recently. A real, eye closing, happy face smile. Draco was so happy, he gave her a hug and told her that everything was going to be okay.

"You've changed so much!" Hermione said, with her head over his shoulder, in a semi-tight embrace.

"I shouldn't have been how I was with you." Draco replied, "I'm not going to apologise though."

Hermione let go of the hug, and looked puzzled at him.

"Why, out of curiosity?"

"Because, if I hadn't been a complete prick, then I don't think that you'd even be partly sane. I think that without my 'help' you'd have fallen to bits."

"I think you're right."

Hermione kissed him on the lips, she thought about saying thanks, but if he wasn't going to say sorry – she sure as hell wasn't going to say thank you. With that thought, she smiled to herself. She was going back to normal Hermione, and it was all thanks to Draco. She closed her eyes, and pinched herself softly to make sure she wasn't dreaming – she wasn't.

Time went on, and by the time they'd finished nattering about everything possible, it was 4.30am and they both had classes the following day. Draco slowly got off the bed, he didn't want his feet to touch the stone cold floor, and before they did..

"You can sleep here if you like? I've got an overthrow thing at the bottom of my bed, and its freezing on the floor." She suggested.

"Much appreciated." Draco said, and he got the overthrow from the bottom of her bed and fought for a pillow, he pecked her on the cheek and gave her a brief hug before rolling over and getting comfy.

Dumbledore sat in his office peering over some papers and he came across a letter. The writing was very neat, looked a bit Edwardian with all the swirls and fancy parts. It said;

"Mr. Albus Dumbledore

Hogwarts School.

Send via. Hogwarts Exp. Delivery."

He opened the letter, and read the following,

Dearest Albus,

I am the auntie of Hermione Granger, who's in her last year of Hogwarts. I am the only person who knows of this address other than her mother and father.

I regret to inform you of the recent going on of the family of Hermione. According to police, who are investigating further.. Both of her parents have been involved in some kind of murder.

They came to the conclusion – so far, that her Father had murdered her mother, and her body was found in the local lake, and several days later her father was found in the bath, after he had sot himself in the head.

I know this is the last thing Hermione wants to hear right now, but I trust you'd inform her in the kindest pay possible.

If you'd like to remain in contact with me, please do not hesitate to contact me via email, telephone, letter, or in person.

Mrs. Penny Grain

234 Everfrane Terrace

Evesham

Deerhurst

DH2 678901

Yours faithfully,

Penny Grain.

He clutched the letter, he doubted that her auntie had known about the beating s that Hermione had encountered, Dumbledore had seen an ever so slight improvement in Hermione, and didn't want to tell her. He decided that he'd inform someone who could break it to her a little more easily, then a formal meeting.

He sent a memo to Hermione, and Draco's dorm that their classes had been cancelled, and that Draco should report immediately to Dumbledore's office. He could believe Hermione's terrible luck, and he hated that a student would have to go through this.

Harry woke up from a long sleep, his head still pounding and his eye still black, in fact – blacker then it was, with traces of purple and green in it too. He propped himself up and wiped his good eyes and couldn't believe his eyes. He had more bouquets of flowers he'd ever seen, he had grapes galore next to him, and a cold lemonade on his bedside. He was looking around further when he was Pansy again.

"Hello Harry, thought your room looked a bit empty." She smiled.

"Uh huh." He didn't like her – but she was the only person on the same wavelength as him.

"Something wrong?" She stood up and undone her coat, she wasn't wearing much, but Harry's attention was drawn instantly to her curves.

He shook his head. She sat on the bed next to him and rested her hand on his head, checking his temperature. Then she put her one leg over his and sat on his pelvis, he was a happy boy, she smiled.

She took his hand and rested it on her hip,

"Remember Harry, we're a team. When we win, you score." She said and climbed off if him, he wetted his lips and whispered something to her that made her smile.

Then she walked away.

"For fuck sake Ron, are you stupid or something?" Ginny shouted as Ron told he noticed when Hermione walked away, "Why didn't you go after her?"

"Because if you hadn't noticed, she's more friendly with Malfoy at the moment, and I saw he was going to tend for her."

"You'd rather Hermione – your friend, was left with the definition of prick Draco Malfoy, than you, her BEST FRIEND, as of like a million years?"

"Sometime Ginny, yeh. I'd rather Hermione talked to someone else – because ya know what? I don't have a fucking clue how to answer some of the things she says – and then I feel like I'm in the wrong for not helping. So yeh I'd rather Hermione was left with Draco because APPARENTLY he UNDERSTANDS!" He answered and the carried on to class.

Draco got up and checked the clock, he was late. He didn't want to wake Hermione up, so he said he'd go to her morning classes and tell her teachers she couldn't come in. So he wondered out of her bedroom, at the same time the memo was being past through the door, he read it immediately and left the top part in Hermione room, so she could see she didn't have classes.

Draco threw on some clothes and made his way to Dumbledore's office.

On his way he saw Pansy leaving the hospital wing.

"Why were you in there?" he asked

"None of your business, I believe." Pansy answered and she licked her lips.

"Urgh – you gave Potter head?" he was literally sickened by this.

"No, don't be silly. I silly discussed a small proposition with him."

Draco rolled his eyes and continued on his way, he couldn't be bothered with idiots like her. He quite clearly had something of much more importance to discuss with Dumbledore.

He arrived at his office and knocked before opening the door to a stood Dumbledore. He moved his hand to gesture to Draco he could sit, he did, and Dumbledore followed.

Dumbledore rubbed his eyes, under his glasses and passed Draco the letter. His eyes skimmed down the page, and when he'd finished he put it down and put his head in his hands.

"Shit." Draco said, with his head still in his hands.

"I don't encourage that kind of language Mr. Malfoy, but I believe you've accurately described this situation in one word."

"What's going to happen?" Draco asked.

"Draco, I'm afraid I don't know the answer. I was hoping, considering you're very close with Ms. Granger no, that you could break the news to her. I thought this would be a better way than a formal meeting, with Governors and what not."

Draco shook his head, he couldn't do this to her.

"I can't. She's been hurt too badly! It's not right!" Draco said, he had tears in his eyes.

"Mr. Malfoy please, consider her situation for a moment. If you were in her shoes, would you rather a teacher telling you, or a friend?"

Draco stood and picked up the letter.

"I'm not happy about this, but I'm doing it for her." Draco said, and Dumbledore nodded his head.

He walked down the corridors, his hands were shaking – he'd never been this nervous before. He felt sick. He knew what he was doing was right, that it would benefit her, but he just couldn't bring himself to break her, he'd watched as she built her confidence back up, and admired her being so brave so to just take this and throw what he knew back into her face was just torture. Even for the boy who once hated her.

He was almost at the door now, and as he said the password to get into their shared dorm, he had tears in his eyes, he was angry and frustrated and upset, and he hated Dumbledore making him do this, but he was right. It would be better if he told her, rather than him or some other teacher.

He walked up to her door and knocked a few times, when he heard a little mumble he invited himself in and sat on the end of her bed.

"I..I, urm, I have.." Draco started

"You what?" She urged him.

"Listen, I got some stuff to.. tell you." He finally got out.

"Okay," She was worried now, he was obviously nervous, his hands were shaking a million times a second, and he even had sweat coming from his forehead, "What's wrong?" She asked.

"It's not.. me." He said, "I had.. an urgent message today. Dumbledore got.. some letter from your – your aunt. She, she said um… There's no easy way to tell you this Hermione."

"Just spit it out, come on." Hermione said reassuringly.

"The police found – who they think was you mum dead, and a few days letter they found a suicide note from your dad, and he was dead in the bath. He shot himself." Draco had tears running down his cheeks as he told her, he was hurting for her.

"What?" Hermione smiled, she didn't believe it, she couldn't.

"Hermione, please. Dumbledore asked me to tell you, and this is the note."

"From my dad!" She was shocked.

"No, your aunt." Draco started, "I didn't want to be the one to tell you, but Dumbledore said it would be best."

Hermione had tears running down her cheeks, and Draco wiped them away. He had his fair share of pain in his life, but to go through what she'd been through is just torture. Made him think there was no God, never was a God. He questioned why anyone would want anyone to go through this much pain. He couldn't stand it. He was frustrated and tears were rolling down his cheeks, at a slower pace than Hermione, but crying non-the-less, he hated her father and was glad he was dead, but also felt sorry for her – her dad was dead now, and her mother – she sounded like an idiot, the way she'd stand there and let what happened, happen, but now she was dead. There was nothing he could day or do to make her smile now, everything she ever had came crashing down at a million miles an hour, and to make things worse – all he could do was watch.

"Thanks, could I have a few moments alone please?" Hermione said as she read, and re-read the letter.

Draco just left, he hated this feeling of helplessness, and all he wanted was for happy days again. He built up a rage, and needed to let it out. He had no one to beat up, even though Pansy deserved it he just couldn't face hitting a girl again, and Potter has enough. Or so he thought.

"Pansy, glad I caught up with you." Harry said, he was out of hospital, he looked paler than usual, but he looked fitter than he had a few days previous.

"Hey." She said quietly, ushering him away from people in the corridor, she was clearly ashamed of him and didn't want people to know she was associating with him, but she covered it up and when she kissed him.

Draco watched as they spoke together, carefully as if he was caught, he'd feel a little embarrassed and probably wouldn't be able to hold this against him at a later date. They spoke ion whisper, but Draco knew exactly what it was about.

Pansy was clearly jealous of what was going on between him and Hermione, although even Draco wasn't sure what was actually going on, and she though getting her own back would be getting with Potter, which was to Draco's disgust but that wasn't why he was listening in. They were talking about Hermione, and he knew it.

"So, have you seen much of her?" She asked

"No, I was going to go and complete phase 1 of the plan soon." Harry said.

"Going to apologise? " She asked, dumbly.

Harry nodded, and Pansy continued, "Okay, but remember don't give her the satisfaction of actually thinking you're being honest." Harry nodded again, it was clear to Draco who was wearing the trousers in their relationship, and he also decided that Harry clearly hadn't had enough already. Pansy walked away from Harry and blew him a kiss, Draco made himself scares before Pansy saw him, but didn't go too far because he wanted to have words with Harry.

Once she had walked away, Draco made his way back round the corner and saw Harry with him back turned, he placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Potter."

Harry whipped around, with a shocked expression. He was doing something Draco didn't want to see, clearly taking advantage of the isolated corridor to perhaps fulfil a fantasy of him.

"Urgh! You're sick, put it away." Draco looked away, and Harry blushed.

Harry cleared his throat, "What do you want?"

Draco thought to himself, 'The mental image to disappear." But this wasn't a funny visit.

"I've heard your plan, and I think you're lower than low. I haven't told Hermione yet, but I will. This will crush her even more now. She's had more shit news, and you sticking around isn't exactly making life easy. Would be so much easier if you just… disappeared?" Draco rubbed his hands.

"What's that meant to mean?" Harry's voice was unsure.

"You'll see," Draco smirked, he'd finally found a way to let out his frustration, and it was the best kind – gradual. He was looking forward to tormenting him. – a little too much.

"Ron!" Ginny said as she wondered into him in the corridor, even though it was clearly her fault

"Sorry." He said immediately, he was clearly distracted as he'd always put up a fight.

"What's wrong?" Ginny softened her tone, "Are you okay?" She asked.

Ron nodded and continued on his way.

Ginny was worried and decided that a talk from Hermione would do her some good, she made her way to her room and said the password, which she overheard from an angered Draco once, and knocked on her door. When she got no answer she called her and just walked in. Hermione was standing tying some bedding to the top of her bed, it had a loop, Ginny was in shock and screamed at Hermione.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She grabbed the bedding from her hands.

Hermione seemed robotic, like she didn't care, she had no expression and her eyes were glazed, her wrists were cut, and Ginny was scared. Hermione sat on her bed and cried into her hands.

"What's wrong with you Hermione?" Ginny cried as she spoke, she'd never seen Hermione like this.

"Nothing." Hermione upped her defence and pushed Ginny out of the dorm, "Just leave me alone!" She shouted.

Draco was just around the corner when he saw Ginny outside the door in tears, he was a little concerned but didn't say anything instead she spoke to him.

"Malfoy! Hermione's cut her self and was about to commit suicide, thank God you're here!"

He was shocked by the news and got into her room as soon as he could, Hermione was rinsing her wrists, and wrapping cloth round them to stop the bleeding, he was saddened by what he was told, and helped Hermione tie the cloth.

"I'm an idiot, I know." Hermione said.

"Sometimes it seems like the only option, but it isn't. I'm just outside your room, okay? I'll leave you alone for a while, but don't do anything rash." His voice was soft, but he wanted to throttle her, she was an idiot for what she tried to do, a complete idiot, but he couldn't say that, besides he had a plan to start.

Authors Note; So there's chapter 13.

Hope you liked it, as I said, plot thickens.

When is Draco going to crack about what he thinks of Hermione?

What will Hermione do next?

What's Harry and Pansy's plan?

Will Potter disappear?

CHAPTER 14 – WITHIN A WEEK.

Love you guys!

Karla-James