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"I'd like it if you wouldn't read what shouldn't be read, Hermione." He quietly said.

She froze. She froze because she couldn't do anything else and the shock made her immobile.

He caught her.

He caught her reading something that she shouldn't have read and now…

He was cold again.

Hermione racked her brains on what to do. Think think think----! Seconds passed by, she knew she must've looked stupid, Draco expecting an answer and she was simply quiet, racking her brains for answers… she always had answers….

"I'd like it if you gave it back to me." He suddenly said, looking straight into Hermione's eyes, so that there was no room for disobeying.

She jerkily stood up, afraid to approach him, because she was shameful, and she was afraid.

She could see Ginny watch her from the corner of her eye, and she just wanted to drag her out of here and escape. As she got closer she couldn't look at him, she stared hastily at the floor, though Draco's eyes weighed heavily upon her; she could feel him.

Finally she was close enough, and she could smell Draco's cologne drift towards her. She slowly raised the notebook, still not looking at him, because she felt that if she looked, he'd see everything she saw.

Draco extended his own hands, and reached for the notebook.

Hermione's eyes automatically went up. Her brown eyes met Draco's silver ones.

"Thanks." He said with a slight smile, and he went further inside his room.

"Come on Herms, let's go." Ginny suddenly said and she dragged Hermione out of the room.

Hermione was still subconsciously touching the spot in her hand that Draco held when he got the notebook.

Draco sat down on his bed, his mind too dense to work.

He had just seen himself lose his memory, but there was nothing wrong with that… why was it bothering him so much?!

Think Draco.. Think.

Try to remember it!!!

And so he racked his brains once more, tried to go as far as he could, but all he could see in his head was waking up, seeing his father, and seeing her.

Hermione.

He tried once again.

He couldn't go more than after the incident.

He let out a cry of frustration. He knew why it bothered him so much.

He couldn't remember.

Then he saw his notebook, the notebook Hermione was reading.

Draco suddenly lapsed into thought.

I wonder… what did she read? What did she see?!

And then, with sudden force, Draco smacked his forehead.

"What was written, what did you see?!?!" Ginny bellowed for the tenth time.

Hermione shook. "I told you! It's.. it's nothing!" She said in her haste, trying to cover up her sobs.

"Why are you… crying?" Ginny said with sudden gentleness, no doubt she softened up.

"It—it was a poem." She said quietly.

"He writes poetry!?" Ginny said in astonishment, and she barely concealed her wicked grin.

"Yeah, it was pretty sweet." She said bitterly.

Ginny threw her arms in amazement. "He likes you that much!?"

"It was for someone named Jane."

Suddenly Ginny froze, then looked imploringly at Hermione.

"Are you sure?"

"Super sure."

"Who's Jane?" Ginny asked.

Hermione looked at her, and she shrugged. "I honestly don't know. But you know… if he's writing for someone named Jane then—"

"Maybe it's you!" Ginny suddenly squealed.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "What do you mean?" And as she said so her heart raced, the prospect of being the subject of Draco's poetry seemed to make her excited…

"Aren't you… Wait.. wait… you're Hermione Jane Granger right?! Hermione Jane!" She said excitedly, and Hermione's momentary excitement vanished.

"No Gin, I'm Hermione Jean Granger." She said matter-of-factly. "Not Jane." (AN: You can look at the Will of Albus Dumbledore in Harry Potter7, Hermione's full name is stated there.)

"Oh…." Ginny said, obviously let down. "Well, what did it say?"

Hermione shook her head. She didn't want to remember it anymore… but she didn't want to lie to Ginny. So, she gathered up all her courage, remembering something that you didn't want to wasn't easy…. And she recited the words, the words she hoped were for her, but simply weren't.

"I write because I find no reason not to." She gathered up more courage. "I write because if I do not, there will be no other place for me to hold the feelings I can not shower in curtains of love on her. -The feelings that I can not throw in admiration at her strides, for an eternity would not be sufficient." She drew in some air.

"And I wr-write because all that s-seems to be, and all that will be, has to be simply kept in a place I can open and read at my c-command, so that even at the dead of night I am r-reminded by her scent, by her f-fragrance,

so that as I sleep I smell her be-be-beauty." And she took a shaky breath in.

"I write because I f-find no reason not to." And she looked at Ginny, so she could let her know that she was having a hard time, and that she wanted it to stop, and she didn't like every moment of recalling what she read. Ginny looked back at her, and Hermione knew she just had to finish it.

"I write for Jane."

And tears went down her cheeks, because Draco had someone else, because she herself read what he hid from her, because it was not for her, and he knew she wouldn't like it….

"Oh… Hermione.." was all Ginny could say.

Hermione slept in Ginny's room that night, because she couldn't dare sleep beside Draco again, and because her boils were long gone away.

"Goomornen!!!" The twins called happily as everyone sat for breakfast the next day.

"Morning." Ron and Harry said, sleepy and cranky.

"And here come ze ladies!!" Fred said happily. No one knew how the twins could be so alive right after waking up. It's as if they never slept at all.

Hermione and Ginny just arrived, Hermione's eyes were puffy and red, while Ginny just seemed groggy.

They sat down and the twins immediately went into conversation.

"..Oh yes, the doxy legs were crunchier than the horrible wand residues…" George said.

"No brother, if you just ate the wand residues with doxy legs…" Fred smiled dreamily. "Magnifique."

Ginny shrugged. "What are you gu---"

"-What happened to your eyes, Hermione!?" George suddenly asked.

Ron and Harry immediately looked up.

Hermione searched for words. What will I say? What will I say?!

"Mind your own business." Ginny said flatly, and the boys retreated.

"Sorry, your highness!" Fred and George said.

Just then Draco appeared in the landing, looking pale and sleepy.

"Aloo Draco!!" Fred said happily.

Draco smiled and was about to say good morning when he saw Hermione. She looked down at her feet and wore a blank expression, while Draco suddenly blushed and felt embarrassed, "Gmornin." He mumbled as he sat down beside Ron.

Fred raised his eyebrows. Wassup with them? He mouthed to George. George just shrugged.

The days slowly passed by, Draco and Hermione barely spoke a word to each other.

When they would find themselves alone, Draco would tensely pretend he was reading, or else seem to be busy with something he was barely aware of, while Hermione wore a cold expression and made excuses like "bathroom" or "sleep".

The people in the Burrow didn't let this pass by unnoticed, however. Often times Draco would see Fred and Harry conversing in low tones, and when Draco appeared they'd break off immediately and smile weirdly.

Hermione would always pass by Ron and George, who were huddled and talking rapidly, and when they saw her, George just smiled awkwardly while Ron sort of gave her a sad look… a sort of pitying look.

Hermione got the strong feeling that everyone felt sorry for her.

On and on it went.

And there were times when they'd fish it out of them too.

Thrice this week Fred cornered Draco, demanding what he's done to Hermione, and Draco would burn scarlet, and say "Nothing, nothing!" He was getting annoyed with the questions, he didn't need to be reminded that he made Hermione sad.

He had to suffer the coldness of the rest of the people too, Harry and Ron would shoot daggers at him when he passed by, Fred and George would try to tackle him and Draco had to run quickly upstairs to the comfort of his room. Ginny gave him looks from hell, and he went small at her stare.

Hermione wouldn't even look at him, she'd never smile for him; she never minded him anymore.

Draco felt more alone than ever.

However,

If Draco was frequently questioned, Hermione was no different.

Everyday Fred and George would ask her what was wrong, what did the bloke do, saying things like "He's just showing truth that he's the offspring of someone like Lucius..." and Hermione couldn't help but admire their brotherly love. But nevertheless, she didn't want to tell anyone what happened, she didn't need to remember, and she wouldn't tell if Draco didn't want anyone to know.

She still cared.

And more than necessary Ron and Harry would approach her, with looks ready to kill, wands in preparation to duel. They told Hermione they didn't need to know what the git did, they just needed permission to strike immediately.

Hermione marveled at their concern, but she was worried that they'd actually hurt Draco.

Though she herself was, she didn't want that for Draco.

She still cared.

And so she simply told Ron and Harry to watch for their tempers, and said there was no need for physical action, it wasn't really necessary.

She was glad to know they respected her, and let it go.

She didn't deny that there were times when she wanted to confront Draco, ask him who Jane was, find out once and for all…

But every time she would look at those silver eyes, she knew she didn't want to know the answer, and she couldn't bring herself to ask. As a defense mechanism she would be extremely cold and stony, barely aware of Draco's feelings.

And every time she did so Draco would retreat to his room in silence, sad and let down, while Hermione would mentally curse herself.

There were moments when Draco himself wanted to fix everything up, clarify everything to Hermione, just put everything back again.

But every time he'd approach the girl he would lose all sense of courage and determination, because he would shrink at the look he gave her, the look that reminded Draco that he was the cause of her suffering. And before Draco could stop the girl, she would go saying stuff like "bathroom" or "sleep", but he knew well that she just didn't want to be with him, or else hear what he had to say.

And so even more days passed by, the tension between Draco and Hermione building more than ever. And Draco barely wrote in his little brown notebook, although at times he would read it before he would sleep, and hid it away from Hermione.

Weeks passed, and more days still.

This time Draco suffered the full extent of the Weasley's and the Boy Who Lived's wrath, no one spoke to him… no one spent time with him… Even once his egg was overcooked by Mrs. Weasley, but as his eyes traveled to Hermione's, hers was a perfect, sunny side up.

Another week passed by… still nothing happened. Draco was suddenly hunching that this could go on forever, until September 1st… until they went back to Hogwarts.

Soon, it was August, and barely a month was left till Hogwarts Day. Draco was puzzled because as August arrived, Hermione seemed more anxious than ever, she seemed bothered.

"Ginny, September's drawing near… and.. and you know what will happen!" Hermione said to Ginny one day as they were laying lazily on their beds.

"Draco will be cured, and you know what Dumbledore said!" The anxious Hermione toyed with her shirt. "He won't remember anything, anything!"

Ginny looked at her. "Well isn't that good? He won't remember ever fighting with you or whatever you call what's happening now." She said lazily.

Hermione shot daggers at her. "You know what I mean Gin… he won't remember anything.. he won't remember the t-truth or dare… or.. or the gnome thing… the--- the kiss… he won't even remem-m-ber.."

"You." Ginny finished for her friend.

Hermione looked at her with watery eyes, and nodded.

"So you really do care?" Ginny asked.

Hermione nodded.

"Even after all this?" Ginny asked again.

"I never stopped." She answered.

It was morning the next day, and Draco was inside his room, twirling his wand absentmindedly, his thoughts always bringing him back to a girl with bushy brown hair…. When suddenly the door burst open.

He sat up quickly, wand out stretched.

"Oh please Draco, do I honestly look like Lord Voldemort?" Ginny said irritated. She slammed the door shut and sat down beside him on his bed.

Draco stared with big eyes, looking at the girl who had guts to just burst into someone else's bedroom, let alone a person she has been ignoring for weeks, and actually seat herself beside him.

"Uhm, should I be scared?" Draco asked unsure.

Ginny narrowed her eyes. "Maybe, maybe not."

Draco was all the more confused. "What are you doing here?" He asked, not wanting to be rude, but show that he really didn't know.

"I'm here to save the sloppy life you live Malfoy." She said.

Draco raised his eyebrows.

"You know what I mean.." Ginny said. "Hermione!" She said impatiently as Draco continued to stare blankly at her.

"Oh." Draco said, and Ginny saw sadness creep up to his face.

Ginny suddenly felt pity towards the boy, her anger melted away.

She never knew.

"You do care for her, don't you?" She asked quietly.

Draco looked up, and Ginny was dumbfounded when she saw he was teary eyed.

"Never stopped." He said croakily.

Ginny nodded sympathetically.

"I know why she's pissed." She said.

Draco looked up at her.

"Do you, now?" He said quite bitterly. No doubt he was pissed at himself too.

"She was hurt because you wrote something for Jane." Ginny said without shame for the truth.

Draco looked at her. "I don't need reminding, thank you." He said roughly.

"No but don't you see?" Ginny asked quietly.

Draco looked at her in silence, not speaking for he was confused.

"I won't even ask who Jane is-" Ginny said firmly. "-But don't you know what she's been doing inside the room when no one sees her?"

Draco looked down at his feet.

"She's been crying and crying, that's what." Ginny said. "Crying because she thinks she'll never get you back, crying because she thinks you don't care anymore. And she's pissed because every time she tries to fix it up, she just can't. And she can't show Ron, Harry and the twins that she's been crying, can't she? They'll kill you." She said.

Draco didn't look at her.

"She's been crying in her room every night Draco., because she cares too much." She said, trying to get something out of the boy.

"Yeah well, she's not the only one." Draco said quietly.

Ginny was momentarily lost for words. Had he been…? Ginny shook her head. She didn't need to ask what Draco did, whether he cried or not, he had the right not to tell.

"All I'm saying is-" Ginny started, hoping everything would work out. "-Do you want to fix everything up?"

Draco looked anywhere but at Ginny. He was afraid that if she saw his eyes, she'd read everything inside of him.

"Yeah." He said blankly, trying to hide whatever weakness he would show.

"Then I know you know what to do." Ginny said.

Draco looked at her and raised his eyebrows. "Wha--?"

"It's just that you're too busy moping around to think of it." She said firmly.

"What do you mean?" He asked, confused.

"Do you love her?" She suddenly asked.

Draco was surprised at the sudden change of question. Did she plan to ask the question once he was off guard? Ask him when his brain was like soup?

He looked down at his feet.

Ginny knew at that moment she wouldn't be getting an answer, the boy didn't look at her anymore. She was let down, if it was the truth he'd say it even if he was confused, he didn't need to think about it.

Ginny finally stood up, and turned around.

Draco looked up at the back of the girl, at her retreating body, until she was inches away from the door.

"I always have." He said.

And Ginny froze with her hand on the door knob.