Hermione held Draco's arm and lifted him up slowly. Hermione put his arm around her shoulders and they started to walk over to where Hermione was staying. Hermione looked up at Draco, whose once icy pale eyes where now soft and misty. Hermione lowered Draco onto her leaf bed and gently rested his head on more leaves.

What have I done? Thought Hermione. Even though it wasn't really her fault, she felt responsible somehow. Draco rolled over to his side and clutched his stomach and winced.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" asked Hermione. Draco gave a little nod and closed his eyes.

"This is all my fault," said Hermione. "It was like leaving a new born in the middle of no where."

"I am no new born," croaked Draco. Hermione gasped as he lifted him self to a sitting position, still clutching his stomach. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

"No, you're not. You're really sick, and you know it," said Hermione.

"I don't need you're help," hissed Draco.

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Fine, take care of yourself then," said Hermione. Hermione stood up and turned around and was about to walk away. Suddenly, she felt someone grab her arm.

Hermione whipped around to find Draco holding her arm, half standing and half crouching.

"I didn't mean that; I do need your help," said Draco quietly. Hermione stared at Draco with a confused look.

"Draco Malfoy? Needing a mudbloods help?" said Hermione sarcastically. A look of fustration came over Draco's face, and then it softened.

"Please?" Draco's eyes became a soft grey as he winced again. Hermione slowly sat down and felt his forehead.

"You have a fever; I know some plants that can bring it down. I'll be right back," said Hermione. Draco laid back down and watched Hermione disappear into the trees.

~****~

I can't believe I just did that, thought Draco. This was the first time he asked anybody to help him, and he asked Granger. He never thought this would ever happen, but it just did. And she was helping him, Draco Malfoy, her enemy for the past six years.

~****~

Draco said please to me, thought Hermione. Hermione absentmindedly brushed branches away from her as she thought. I bet that was hard on him, asking for someone's help. But the thing that surprised her the most was that she agreed to help him. There had been many times were she wished death upon Draco, but something stopped her from walking away and saying no. Maybe it was the helpless look on his face, or maybe she wanted to help him. Maybe it was his eyes, how they suddenly softened when he looked at her. What was wrong with her? Maybe it was the chilling idea of being alone with Draco on a deserted island.

Hermione spotted the plant and picked it. There were so many flowers and plants around her. Hermione spotted some fruit hanging on a tree and then she felt her stomach rumble. I forgot to eat, thought Hermione. Hermione set the plant down and jumped up and grabbed the fruit and quickly ate it. Hermione grabbed some more, thinking about how hungry Draco must have been.

~****~

Draco sighed and looked at the ocean. The water was a crystal light green from the sunlight, a green he never saw before. This wasn't so bad, except that he was sick.

I guess the water I drank wasn't very good, thought Draco. Suddenly Draco heard footsteps and Hermione stepped out of the green and sat next to Draco.

"I have to squeeze the juice out of the plant first," said Hermione. Hermione found a rock and began to grind the plant against it.

"That is unsanitary," said Draco.

"Do you want to get better?" said Hermione, looking over her shoulder.

"Yeah."

"All right then."

"I brought some fruit if you're hungry," said Hermione, not looking at Draco. Draco spotted the fruit on the ground and picked it up.

"What is it?" asked Draco as he studied the fruit.

"I forgot the name of it, but its good; trust me," said Hermione. Draco sighed and took a little bite of the fruit. Juice from the fruit splashed all over Draco's face. Draco took another bit, and then another. Before he knew it he had eaten the whole thing and sticky fruit juices covered his face.

"Not bad," said Draco, wiping the juice from his face. Hermione turned around and laughed.

"I guess you liked it," said Hermione. "I'm finished." Hermione held the mushy green liquid in front of Draco, and Draco turned his head.

"That looks disgusting!" cried Draco.

"Do you want to get better?" said Hermione.

"Of course," said Draco.

"Then eat it!" Hermione held onto Draco's face and shoved the liquid down his throat. Draco gagged and kicked as the green stuff was forced into his mouth.

"There; that wasn't so bad, was it?" said Hermione as Draco attempted to get the rest of the liquid out of his mouth.

"That was horrible! You're worse than Madam Pomfry!" yelled Draco.

"You'll be thanking me later," said Hermione, rolling her eyes. "Get some rest while I go find some more food."

Draco, still glaring at Hermione, laid back down. Draco closed his eyes and wiped his mouth. He heard Hermione leave, and he sat up.

Oh, bloody hell! That was the worst stuff I ever tasted! Uggg! Thought Draco. Draco spotted another piece of fruit next to him and he immediently shoved it in his mouth.

"Who dosh she thin she ish!" yelled Draco, his mouth full. Draco tossed the rest of the fruit behind him and he hastily wiped his mouth.

"Stupid Granger," muttered Draco.

~****~

Hermione stopped walking and held onto her mouth, trying her hardest not to laugh. The way Draco kicked and flung his arms evrywhere was priceless. Especially the look on his face!

Hermione finally stopped laughing and continued deeper into the forest. Then, an idea came to her as she looked at a lake filled with fish.

~****~

"What is it?" asked Draco as he studied the cooked fish.

"It's fish. Don't tell me you never had fish before," said Hermione. Hermione held her fish on a stick above the fire, slowly turning it around.

"I have, but it never looked like this," said Draco. Hermione rolled her eyes and looked around

The night was not as cold as before, but maybe the fire was warming them. The stars were shining brightly as ever in the dark sky and Hermione sighed.

"You don't see a sky like this back in Londen," said Hermion, almost to herself.

"Yeah," said Draco.

"Hey, do you believe in fate?" asked Hermione.

"If I didn't I wouldn't be here."

Silence came in between the two.

"Why do you hate Harry and Ron? And Me?"

Draco almost choked on his fish and he looked at Hermoine. Her small features were lit from the dancing flames of the fire, and he could see it in Hermione's eyes as she looked at him.

"Well, I," stuttered Draco. He looked at Hermione again, her small legs drawn up to her chest as she still looked at her.

"Well, it's not that I hate you, it's just that my father always said Mudbloods should not be able to enter the wizarding world, and I believed him," said Draco.

"So you believe what your father says?"

"No, it's just that-I don't like you because your Potter's friend."

Hermione's eyes widened and she gasped.

" That is the most ridiculous reason I ever heard!" shouted Hermione, her hands balled into fists.

"You wanted to know!" yelled Draco.

"Why do you hate Harry?" said Hermione. Draco looked around, uncomfortable.

"That is none of your business, Granger," hissed Draco. "Why should I tell you?"

"You're just jealous of him that's why," said Hermione. Draco froze and looked at her.

"Jealous? Jealous of an orphaned boy with a scar on his head?"

"No, because people like him," said Hermione. Suddenly Draco shot up, his eyes burning.

"How dare you make that assumption. You don't know anything! You know nothing about me and my life! Why should I care about that prat! How could you even think that!" roared Draco.

"Because I know it's true. Even though you have everything you want, you're still not happy," whispered Hermione, returning Draco's icy stare.

They both glared at each other for ages until Draco spoke.

"You don't know what my life is like," hissed Draco. Draco sat back on the soft bed of leaves and laid down, his back facing Hermione.

I bet he's pouting, thought Hermione. Hermione got into her bed and closed her eyes.

~****~

Draco wiped his watery eyes and stared at the forest. Everything she said was true, and Draco knew it. How could she know? How could she tell? Was it that obvious?

Draco turned over and looked at Hermione. She also had her back turned towards him, and by her deep breathing she was already asleep. Draco sighed and turned around. Memories flooded his mind like a wave. Bad memories.

Draco closed his eyes, and before he knew it he was asleep.

The room was dark, the only light was coming from a single candle in the middle of the room. The candle sent dancing shadows on the walls, and Draco walked towards it. The flames seemed to call him by his name, and he drew closer to the candle. Suddenly, the candle went out and Draco was left in the darkness.

"Hello?" echoed Draco's voice. Draco whipped around, looking for anything he could see. Suddenly, an icy hand gripped his shoulder and he froze.

Draco slowly turned around and screamed. He was staring at Voldermort's mutated face. His face was dripping in blood, and the hairs on Draco's neck stood up like needles. The face was hideous. Draco closed his eyes, but he could still see his face. Draco then turned around and covered his eyes with his hands, but the image was still there. The icy grip was still there, and so was the face.

"AHHHHHHHH!" screamed Draco.

"AHHHHHHH!" Draco shot up, beads of sweat forming on his face. Draco turned to find Hermione sitting next to him, her face pale from the fire.

"Are you okay?" said Her mione. Draco wiped his face and shook his head.

"Y-Yeah," Draco stuttered.

"Are you sure? You were screaming and kicking," said Hermione. Draco's eyes began to get watery and he quickly wiped them.

"I just, I don't know," whispered Draco, wiping away tears.

Hermione was shocked. She thought she would never see Draco Malfoy cry, but here he was, tears falling down his face. Hermione felt as if Draco was a child, waking from a nightmare. Hermione wiped Draco's face and he laid down, looking at Hermione.

"This is humiliating," said Draco. Hermione smiled.

"No it's not; everyone cries sometimes," whispered Hermione. Hermione brushed hair away from his face and began to sing softly to him.

Cannot touch, cannot hold.

Cannot be together.

Cannot love, cannot kiss,

Cannot have each other.

Must be strong,

And we must let go.

Cannot say,

What are hearts must know.

How can I not love you?

What do I tell my heart?

When do I not want you

Here in my arms.

How does one walk away

From all of the memories

How do I not miss you when you are gone?

Draco's deep and steady breathing told Hermione that he was asleep. Hermione got up and went back into her own bed, still looking at Draco.

Draco's face was still wet, and you could see streaks of tears down his face. He almost looked younger, more frightened. Hermione turned onto her back and stared at the night sky. Whatever happened in Draco's life must not have been good. What could possibly make him cry like that? What happened?

Next chapter More secrets of Draco's past are revealed, and is Draco and Hermione finally getting along? Or will they fight some more? Are they falling for each other and not know it? More troubles and secrets in the next chapter! Thanx to everyone that reviewed ^-^