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Recap: Later that night Malfoy made his way toward his common room when he was stopped by sex noises coming from that direction. Walking into the room he was shocked to see……

:End of Recap.

Chapter 14

Walking into the room he was shocked to see a giant box… Pictures filled the screen. At the moment the picture was of a beautiful pale red headed girl seducing a handsome brown haired man. She was all over him screaming and making disturbing noise, while he looked at her like she was crazy.

Malfoy stared at it in major confusion. Finally he noticed Granger sitting on one of the couches, beside her mini weasel. The red haired girl next to Granger was seemingly asleep.

"…Granger what is this?" asked Malfoy.

Hermione jumped at hearing someone's voice. Looking over in his direction, she relaxed as she realized who it was. She beckoned for him to come over a sit with her. Removing her wand from the table beside the couch she muttered a spell that moved Ginny into Hermione's bed.

Malfoy walked over and plopped down on the couch. Leaning over he whispered into her ear, "What is this?"

"It is a muggle thing called a TV, or television," she told him.

"Oh!" he said.

"You don't know what that is do you?" she asked.

"Nope," he replied.

Hermione laughed. "It's a machine that you can insert discs or tapes into and watch movies."

"I think I get it," Malfoy said. "So what are you watching?"

"Moulin Rouge," (AN: I don't own it) she explained. Malfoy was about to ask another question when Hermione slapped her hand over his mouth to quite him.

"My gift is my song!" Sang the guy with brown hair. Hermione removed her hand from his mouth. Her eyes transfixed on the man. They sparkled with an unknown emotion.

Hermione began to sing along with the guy, "I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words… how wonderful life is… now that your in the world."

Malfoy looked at Hermione. She had a lovely singing voice that filled the room. Then his eyes went back to the so called TV and watched the scene in the movie.

Hermione and Malfoy watched the movie together laughing amused by the songs and people. Malfoy discovered that the mans name was Christian and the girls was Satine (AN: I think that's right) Near the end of the movie Hermione held onto Malfoy's arm.

Satine fell to the floor coughing up blood. Christian ran over to her. Hermione began to cry. Malfoy looked at her confused. He watched as she closed her eyes.

"What's wrong with her?" he asked afraid of the answer.

"She's dead," Hermione told him. Malfoy looked down. The watched in sadness as the movie was concluded by 'The greatest thing… you'll ever learn… is to love… and be loved in return.'

They watched in silence as the credits passed over the screen. Hermione attempted to wipe away the tears that covered her face.

Getting off Malfoy, she noticed the giant tear stain on his shirt. "Oh, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to get your shirt wet," she apologized. She reached across him to get her wand to dry it when she slipped and fell onto his lap. She started to get off him when she looked into his eyes. Blinking over and over again she tried to make sure the vision in front of her was real. Draco Malfoy was crying. He hadn't noticed she had seen him. Quickly she averted her eyes. Snatching the wand off of the table she pretended not to notice when he looked the other way as she dried his shirt.

They sat in silence in the darkened room only the sound of the muffled movements of Ginny could be heard. Silence. Darkness. Passing of time.

"So..." Hermione said daring to break the quietness of the room.

Hermione watched as the pale haired boy turned to glare at her.

"Hi!" she greeted with a freakishly big fake smile. His glare intensified, and she laughed nervously.

"I'm, uh, going to go take a shower now…" she muttered nervously. Standing she walked through Malfoy's room to get to the bathroom. After the shower she stood naked in font of the mirror staring into her own eyes. She unintentionally rubbed her scars. Looking down at her lined wrist, she felt a sudden urge.

She walked into her room and over to her bedside table where she kept her precious knife hidden. Greedily she pulled it out if the drawer. The moonlight that crept in from her window glinted off of the cold steel. Dried blood still remained after her last encounter with its sharp edge. She smirked in a masochist manner as she held it blade to her skin. She slid the sliver relief over her skin. The microscopic hooks embedded in the edge tearing at her skin.

The warm feeling of her blood dripping and running down her arm gave her the pure feeling of ecstasy. The stinging was painful yet enjoyable. She watched as the small crevice split further apart and filled with the semi thick red substance.

Sighing in relief Hermione felt better, it had been awhile since she had caused blood to run freely out of her. It was like a addiction, cutting that is.

When the blood began to dry she reentered the bathroom. Leaning over the sink she washed the blood away with water and soap. Once she had finished cleaning the wound, she then cleaned the white sink, hiding all traces of her actions.

When Hermione left Malfoy sat motionless on the couch. He heard the shower running and then the soft shuffling of Granger moving around her room. When he was sure she was out of the bathroom he stood to take a shower.

Entering the bathroom he slid his clothes off and placed them onto the floor. That is how he noticed a small puddle of blood almost hidden under the counter. It's obviously Granger's because he hadn't bled since Potter punched him. It was fresh too.

'It's obviously the mud bloods, she probably cut herself shaving," he told himself. With that he started the shower.

Hermione sat in her room, still naked, staring at the conjoined bathroom door expecting to see the stuck up ferret boy walk through.

'What am I thinking? Do I want him to come in here? Is that why I cut myself? Is that why I'm still naked?' she asked herself, afraid of the answer.

'You wanted to do it anyway, even if Malfoy had nothing to do it,' her other side argued.

'Yeah, you are right,' she agreed.

'I know I am,' her inner self bragged.

'Shut up!' she yelled in her head.

In her mind, sparks where flying everywhere as the opposite sides of Hermione glared at each other.

After the mind battle between her two sides Hermione continued to get dressed. She was startled when she heard the muffled moans of a sleeping person. Turning quickly she sighed as she realized it was Ginny.

'I completely forgot she was here,' Hermione thought guiltily. Smiling at the sight of her friend's messy hair and smeared make up she tried to muffle a laugh. Making her way out of the dorm Hermione deiced to let Ginny hog the whole bed, though it was enough for both of them.

"I'll just sleep on the couch," she muttered out loud. With the ending of the last word Hermione heard a grunt come from her room, she stifled a laughed. Grinning broadly Hermione plopped down onto the couch with a sigh. Tomorrow, or was it today, she had classes. But Tonight was one of those night were you know you can't sleep.

She fell back onto the couch lazily. Hermione listened to the muffled sounds of Malfoy shuffling in his room. Absentmindedly she rubbed the newly made scab. Finally she heard sheets being pulled, then the sound of silence.

A few moments later, light snoring could be heard from Malfoy's room. Hermione glared jealously at the door. It wasn't fare that he could sleep and she couldn't. Moving around restlessly on the couched she sighed. This wasn't working.

Getting off the couch she decided to use the energy she seemed to posses. Getting to the ground she began to do push ups. She watched as the ground raised and lowered itself until it was centimeters away from her face. After about ten she felt a slight sting in her muscles. Ignoring it she went on counting, fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen. At thirty she was ready to collapse, but still she pushed herself on. Sweat dripped from the sides of her face. She stopped at fifty and pulled her hair back.

Her arms where shaking, they felt as if they where being burned. Letting her arms rest she rolled over onto her back. She began to do sit ups. She went on and on with the torturous work out. Pushing and pushing her self further and further. (AN: sounds like me!)

Finally as the sun rose over the horizon Hermione collapsed into heap. Her body was too weak to even lift herself onto the couch. Her eyelids slowly closed, and then there was darkness.

Hermione was awakened to, "ew, Granger you smell gross."

Hermione's eyes fluttered open to see Malfoy's face in front of her. He too was lying on the ground so he could be eye level with her.

Hermione moaned painfully, she felt so stiff. She tried to lift herself from the floor but as she pushed off the ground her arms trembled and she collapsed.

"Did you have sex for like ten hours straight or something?" Malfoy joked.

"Ha, ha," she laughed sarcastically.

"Y-" he started.

"Hermione I'll save you," came the voice of Ginny as she flied through the air.

"Oh shit!" yelled Malfoy as he realized the red hair thing was about to land on him. Reacting fast her rolled out of the way. Ginny did a face plant into the floor next to Hermione.

"What the hell," Hermione muttered confused. Ginny sat up rubbing her nose.

"Ouch!" she cried in pain.

"What did you think you where doing!" he fumed.

"Saving Hermione of course," she stated proudly.

"From what might I ask?" Malfoy asked trying to keep his temper when in reality his eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

"You, duh," she pointed at him as she said this.

"And what exactly was I doing?" Malfoy questioned.

"Uh," Ginny said, pondering what he just said. "You know, I don't know exactly."

Malfoy let out a breath. "You're annoying."

Ginny was about to think of a comeback when Hermione asked, "this argument is all fine and dandy, but what time is it?"

Ginny found the time and cried, "classes start in ten minutes!"

"Crap!" Hermione yelled as she hopped off the ground and ran into the shower. When she emerged from her room robes already pulled on she saw Ginny waiting for her.

"Come on Hermione! I don't want to be late," hurried Ginny. Hermione moaned a reply as they rushed through the halls to their potions class.

AN: I'm so sorry about not updating! First of all my computer had a virus so I had to fix that, my dad had a heart attack (don't worry not much damage was done), I went to six flags, I went to see Wicked the musical (which was so fucking amazing!), all the while working around the house, well doing more anyway, (because my dad can't) so yeah. It's been a pretty rough and busy summer so far. But please review! I could use the support! You guys are my inspiration!