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Hermione spent weeks and weeks in the library, trying to find a cure for poor Draco. She searched and searched, yet she could find no helpful information. She wouldn't give up, even though everyone told her there was no hope for Draco. She had become very pale and weak from the sleep deprivation and not eating. Suddenly, it struck her. She had been looking in the wrong section…She hurried to the restricted section. Since she had become Head Girl, she was allowed to go into the restricted section without a note. She murmured to herself, "Drago Sanguinante…" Finally she found it. She opened the book in a hurry and read the passage on Drago Sanguinante. "The potion Drago Sanguinante can be made with thirty liters of ghost's blood, three liters scorpion's poison and half a gram of cillicius. The ghost's blood can be substituted with the blood of a muggle-born witch or wizard," she read aloud. She knew that Professor Snape kept scorpion's poison and cillicius in his cabinets. 'But where will I get the blood of a muggle-born witch or wizard?' she wondered. Then is struck her…SHE was a muggle-born witch! But if she gave up 30 liters of her own blood, wouldn't she die? She went down to the dungeons to ask Professor Snape what she should do.

"Yes Miss Granger?" he said.

"I've found the ingredients for Drago Sanguinante."

"HE IS AS GOOD AS DEAD Miss Granger! Please just accept that. If there is no sign of life in him, other than breathing and a very slow heart beat, by Valentine's Day, we are going to have to Avada him because, well, he is too dead for us anyway. I'm sure he would want us to."

"NO! Everyone keeps telling me to give up. You, Professor Dumbledore, and Harry. BUT I WON'T! He will not die. He won't!" she frowned at him.

"He will, Miss Granger. Stop meddling in this."

"NO!"

"50 points from Gryffindor."

"What?" she gasped.

"You heard me, Miss Granger. Please return to your common room now." She choked back a sob.

"HE WON'T DIE!" She ran out of the room, crying.

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In the Gryffindor common room, Hermione had no friends. Everyone was ignoring her, thanks to Harry. She ran up to her room and sobbed. She went to their adjoining bathroom and entered Draco's room. It smelled like Draco so much. She missed him so much. She fell asleep on his bed, breathing in his comforting scent.

The next day, she got up, refreshed and entered the Great Hall for the first time in weeks. "Hermione Granger is back," came hushed whispers from around the room. She ignored them and sat next to Pansy at the Slytherin table.

The Slytherins looked depressed and did not protest her sitting there. "What do you want?" Pansy said quietly. "Have you come to mock us?"

She was taken aback. "No! Of course not. I just-I miss Draco very much and I figured that if he was alive, he would've wanted me to become friends with his friends."

"Oh," Pansy said softly, "Well, there is no hope for Draco."

"How can you say that? I thought you loved him!" Hermione said angrily.

"I-I did. He was my best friend!" Pansy choked back a sob. "Why does everything I ever love in life go away?" She was fully sobbing now, not caring who was there. And Hermione Granger was comforting her, not caring who was watching. Gryffindor and Slytherin had become one.



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