January 22 1994

Draco Malfoy's fingers felt cold on the stone wall of Hogwarts. Tracing his pale fingers on the cracks of the wall, he wandered around the castle alone, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the ground. Draco liked this time of the day. Midnight, where there was nobody who could bother him, not even Crabbe and Goyle. He always took a time to walk around like this, always precisely at eleven o'clock at night. Draco picked at his green jumper and inhaled in the cold air.

Retreating back to the Slytherin Common room before it got too late, Draco stopped at a piece of parchment right in front of the Common room door. Hesitantly, he picked it up and examined it.

It was a letter, by none other than… Granger?

It was for him too. His name was written at the top of the parchment in neat, loopy, handwriting. And her own name was signed at the very bottom in the exact same handwriting.

Dear Draco Malfoy,

I would probably be dead by the time you (or someone else) will see this.

Tada!

I've taken your words very seriously and have thoroughly thought about it for the past couple of days. You were right, finally for once. Yes, I am a selfish muggle, stealing away your powers. I am a thief. I am not worthy of calling myself a witch and I do not deserve to breathe the same air as you wizards, because I have taken something away from you.

To make it up for you, and to everybody else in the wizarding world for taking your magic, I have decided tonight, I will be welcoming death myself with open arms. In other words, I will be taking my own life.

Draco sucked in a breath. He re-read the previous sentence again, and again.

Although, since you have been a git to me for the past two and a half years, you do owe me one. Don't complain, that's how society works. You may have noticed, but Ron and Harry weren't talking to me since Christmas. I can't explain everything in this letter, but if you are curious, you could ask them. They will answer, because I've asked them in their letters to answer you if you ask anything about it.

Anyways, please tell them I am very sorry. Even though I've told them in their letters, they need to hear it from someone. So tell them that I'm very sorry for stripping Harry's firebolt and for letting my cat, Crookshanks, consume Ronald's rat, Scabbers. I do hope that isn't much work.

Finally, I'm sorry for being selfish, for stealing magic away from you wizards. You were right all along anyway, I have no place in this world. I hope you have a great life! I do suggest you should take a job in Astrology (you are rather good) in the future.

Luck from,

Hermione Granger

This was bad. This was really bad. Draco never had the intention to drive Granger- or anyone to death. Also, he never wanted Granger dead! He admit, she was a brilliant witch and always wanted to have some sort of… friendship with that girl. And now she's saying she wanted to kill herself?

No… no, no, no! This cannot be true.

Hastily, Draco crumpled up the note and shoved it into his pocket. He needed to get Potter, or Weasley. Even if they were fighting with Granger, they must still know a lot about her to know where she would be. He started to sprint, not caring if Mrs. Norris was looking at him, not caring if the portraits were muttering, he sprinted, all the way up to the door of the Gryffindor common room. He skidded to a stop right before he raced up the last flight of stairs. Lucky as he could be, Longbottom was there, wearing striped pajamas and bunny slippers, standing right in front of the portrait of the entrance.

Brilliant.

"Oi! Longbottom!" Draco exclaimed in his voice he always uses around Gryffindors.

The boy spun around and looked at Draco straight in the eyes fearfully.

"M-Malfoy!" He stuttered uselessly, "W-what are you doing in front of the G-Gryffindor common room?"

Draco rolled his eyes and grabbed the collar of Longbottom's ugly pajamas, "One thing." He said in his most threatening tone, "Get Potter and Weasley out here or I will make sure to curse you into the next continent right at breakfast tomorrow."

Longbottom blubbered, tears forming in his eyes. He looked pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.

"N-Now?" He sputtered, his enormous body starting to tremble.

"Yes now!" Draco exclaimed again, throwing Longbottom towards the door.

Draco leaned against the wall and watched out for any Professors on patrol as Longbottom whispered the password under his breath and struggled inside to the tower. Draco smirked, he imagined what it would be like if there were more people like Longbottom in this school.

Five minute passed and Potter and the Weasel still hadn't come out of the Common room yet. They'd probably found their notes now, and are processing it inside their pea-sized brains. Draco counted up until eight minutes and twenty-eight seconds when they both came out, wearing hand-knitted jumpers over their pajamas, looking shocked and annoyed.

"You read your notes then?" Draco asked in the most calmest voice, just to play around with them.

Both of them instantly plastered shocked expressions on their faces, it was ridiculous. Draco wished he could take a picture of them right now.

"How did you know about them?" Weasel-bee asked.

Draco rolled his eyes, "Less talk, more walk." He demanded, grabbing both of them by their arms. Draco made a mental note to wash his hands after. "You'll get to know on your way."

The two jerked their arms out from Draco's grip and the Slytherin rubbed his hands on his shirt, and started to walk. He had no idea where Granger could possibly be, or if she was still alive. She could be anywhere.

"Uhm, care to explain why you're involved in this Malfoy?" Weasley whispered fro behind him.

Draco sighed, and reached into his pocket. He handed Weasley the note that he had founds just minutes ago and trailed inside an empty classroom. Potter and Weasel followed suit, and Draco shut the door and locked it, after checking for Professors.

"Go on, read it."

St Potter cautiously started to read with Weasel reading the note right over his shoulder. They gasped several times, and Draco impatiently tapped his foot.

"So… she was serious?" Potter inquired softly.

Draco scrunched up his face in surprise. Did they think that Granger was kidding? Really?

"Are you bloody joking Potter?" Draco sneered, "You couldn't trust the words of your own friend? How dumb are you?"

Weasley glared at Malfoy, "Well? Where is she?" He demanded.

Again, Draco rolled his eyes, "How slow are you two?" He chided, "How would I know where your friend is? And if I did, I would already be there, either trying to stop her in any way or staring down at her dead body!"

Weasley huffed, "Yeah, like you would try to stop her." He doubted.

Draco swore under his breath, "For your information, I do not hate Granger that much, and I am not that much of a monster to let someone take their own life." Draco denounced, scowling, "You have to believe me for once, or your friend might just end up dead. Also-"

Potter interfered, "Okay, okay!" He barked, "You can help us!"

Draco specifically did not remember them asking for his help, but nodded. "Alright, you two are supposed to be her friends." He drawled, "Where do you think Granger would be if she were to ever kill herself?"

Weasley glared at him again. Draco shot a tiny smirk at the redhead but covered it up quickly.

"Err… I don't think she has a weapon or any sort to use it on herself, and I doubt she would curse herself to death." Potter rambled, "Any ideas Ron?"

"Well if I wanted to die, which I do everyday in potions class, I'd throw myself off of the Astronomy tower." Weasley grumped, crossing his arms.

"Let's go then." Draco declared simply, opening the door.

He didn't wait for Potter and Weasley to follow, Draco simply left the door open, expecting them to follow. Even if they didn't, he didn't care. They were pretty useless. Sprinting up the spiral stairs up to the tip of the tower, Draco swore he heard a whisper.

He was up at the top now, finally. Draco would rather much have wanted to take a seat and rest, but he saw Hermione Granger stick her foot out into the air and lean slowly off of the tower. For Merlin's sakes that girl! Draco thought.

As if time was moving slowly, Draco leaped towards the girl, grabbed her waist, and jerked back on to the Astronomy tower. It all happened in a second. One moment, he was panting, at the top of the tower. One moment later, he was holding Granger by the waist, on the floor of the tower, making sure she wouldn't escape.

She was thrashing horribly, kicking, flapping, screaming. Draco couldn't help but feel a bit bad for Granger. She was moving around terribly, almost punching Draco's face, he couldn't keep her secure alone.

"Potter- POTTER!" Draco yelled desperately, hoping the two nimwads had followed him, "Weasel-"

Hurried footsteps came up the stairs and onto the tower. Draco let out a relived breath as Weasley grabbed Granger by the arms.

"LET ME GO!" Granger screeched, still thrashing, "You-"

Draco grunted as something sharp had kicked him in the leg. Without thinking, he removed his arms from Granger and rubbed his stinging leg.

Shoot.

"Malfoy!"

Potter pointed towards the ledge of the tower and when Draco flipped his head towards the direction, a mane of brown hair was disappearing down.

"That bloody girl!" Draco cursed and he whipped out his wand which was thankfully in his pocket. He ran to the ledge, aimed his wand at Granger, who was thankfully still falling, and yelled, "WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!"

He did it. Granger lurched to a stop in mid-air and Draco started lifting her back up to the tower, using the simple charm. Potter gazed down and sighed, Weasley trembled from beside him.

At last Granger was back up on the surface, Draco couldn't help but be amused in how she was struggling to break free of the charm. He thought teasing her about her beaver teeth and her bushy hair was fun, but Draco never knew just watching Hermione Granger was so entertaining. Granger glared at Draco from the corner of her eyes and he let out a smirk.

"Let me go!" She screamed. Her scream reminded Draco of a banshee. "Let me go, let me go!"

Draco tutted and removed the charm from Granger. He gave Potter a look and he immediately went over and wrapped his arms around her. The brunette looked down, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. Suddenly Draco felt angry, why did she even do that? He thought she was smart! Why did she attempt such a stupid thing!

"Just what on EARTH do you think you were doing?" Draco spoke up, freezing Granger's movements by his voice.

"Let me go." Granger pleaded, the words directing to Potter, "Please let me go!"

"Not until you tell us what you were doing!" Draco demanded. Oh how he loved to interrogate people, but this wasn't for fun. This was serious.

Granger stayed silent for a bit. This was going to be a long night…

January 23 1994

She had jumped. Without hesitation, Granger jumped off the Astronomy tower.

Draco had been sitting in the exact same chair beside her hospital bed for nearly six hours now, accompanied by Potter and Weasley, who both did not utter a word since she had jumped. It was now about six in the morning, the sun was barely rising.

Granger panicked of course, the Professors advancing towards her made her feel scared, and Draco did let know of that to Professor Lupin in the most rudest way he had ever been to a teacher.

Also, it seemed like she had broken a record. Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry had never had a student or a teacher attempt to commit suicide, but just a few hours ago, Granger had broken that..

Her body was found near Hagrid's little hut. Weasley found her body sprawled on a large patch of marsh when they sprinted down afterwards. She looked terrible, her arm was bent in a strange angle, she had a large bruise forming on the side of her leg, and blood was dripping out of her mouth.

Hagrid the oaf brought her to the Hospital wing where Madame Pomfrey brought her in quickly. She wasn't injured that bad, only a broken arm, and several broken ribs. It seemed nearly impossible, but it seemed like the marsh had prevented serious injuries. Granger was alive of course, her pulse was slow, her heart nearly not beating at all just a few hours ago, but her heart was speedy and normal now.

"You sure she's alive?" Draco croaked at Madame Pomfrey who was wrapping a bandage around a small cut on Granger's face.

"Yes Mr. Malfoy." The witch sighed, "She just needs time to recover."

Potter stood up from his plastic chair and walked over to the other side of Granger's bed. He looked so vulnerable, with tear streaks on the side of his face, his hair messier because he had kept on pulling on it in stress, and his knuckles, which had turned red because he had been squeezing his fist too tightly. If Draco weren't in this situation, he would've laughed.

Weasley looked worse, he was pale as a ghost. If it were possible, his carrot-red hair seemed to have gotten paler too. Weasel-bee had his mouth open in a perfect O shape for about an hour now, gaping at Granger's unconscious body.

Draco was… shocked. He still didn't process the whole event in his head, he was confused whether this was a dream and that Granger was actually back at the Gryffindor Common room sleeping. Draco kept asking questions to Pomfrey, if she was actually alive or real. Of course she replied with yes for all his questions, but he still couldn't believe anything that had happened.

"Did we really make her do this…?" Potter spoke up minutes later when Pomfrey disappeared to get more bandages.

Draco scoffed, "Of course we did." He said in a scratchy voice, "what other reason's are there?"

January 23 1994 (again)

The news didn't spread. Which was surprising.

When Professor Dumbledore had come in earlier, he had explained to Draco, Potter, and Weasley that he had explained to everyone during breakfast that Granger had gotten a nasty flu and that she could not come out of the hospital wing. Which also meant students were also forbidden to come in the hospital wing. So Pomfrey had moved Granger's bed into a separate office near the Hospital.

She also shooed out Draco, and the Gryffindors out of the wing, saying that they should get going to classes. Weasley and the Slytherin complained loudly and put up quite a nasty fight, but Potter managed to pull both of them away and bring them to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

After almost two hours of studying about Hinkypunks, the three came straight back to Granger. Only having to stop at the Great Hall for the Weasel to get some food for himself.

Then after it was Divination, where Draco had sat with Harry and Ron to fill up Granger's empty seat. Crabbe and Goyle stared at Draco, open mouthed, from the table on the other side of the room. They looked absolutely stupid, looking at them from here. Longbottom kept glancing at him, scared that he will curse him into the next continent. So while Potter was occupied listening to Trelawney sob about his early death, Draco would enjoy pointing his wand at Longbottom under the table, scaring the pathetic boy.

Overall, the two Gryffindors seemed grateful that he was covering up the emptiness Granger had left , but didn't say anything about it. Draco just grumbled, knowing the Slytherins would pester him about this later on.

Draco wished Granger would wake up soon and take her seat back.

January 25 1994

Draco stepped into the hospital wing during lunch. Potter and Weasley were already there, sitting next to Granger's bed. He felt like he and the Gryffindors have bonded quite a bit. They spent most their free time in the hospital wing, sharing and talking about Granger and Quidditch. Last night they had pulled an all nighter beside Granger's bed and talked and laughed about a lot of things. Draco guessed he could consider them a friend.

"Are you sure she's alive?" Draco asked Madame Pomfrey who was sweeping the floors nearby them.

She sighed, "Yes, Mr. Malfoy, I'm sure she's alive." Pomfrey said with a tinge of annoyance in her voice, you don't need to repeat the question."

Draco rolled his eyes and made his way to Harry and Ron.

"When will she be waking up?" He asked them.

"Probably in a while now…" Harry sighed as he rubbed Granger's loose hand.

Draco huffed impatiently, "She's been laying there all useless for days now for Merlin's sake!"

That's right, she hadn't moved for three days. How could she still be alive?

Ron then started to snicker, "Wait until she finds out she missed the Charms test."

"Weasel!" Draco sneered, at the same time, Potter exclaimed with "Ron!"

Weasley backed away a few steps, "Okay, okay I was joking." He said twisting his foot around the floor, "She'd probably faint though." He added, snickering again.

Draco ignored Weasley's statement and turned his eyes onto Granger. It could've been a hallucination, but he swore that Granger had shifted a little bit on her bed.

From beside him, Potter scoffed, "Yeah Ron, but you can't say something-"

"Oh shut up Potter! Look!" Draco exclaimed, pointing at Granger.

Draco stared earnestly at Granger, it wasn't a hallucination. Her eyelashes were fluttering.

Then her eyes flew open.

"She's awake!" Potter gasped.

"What?"

Granger blinked again. She then opened her mouth and gaped.

"What did you say about the Charms test?"

Draco, Ron, and Harry all burst out laughing, while a confused Hermione looked around her surroundings. All was well.