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A/n Wow! Thank you everyone who reviewed!  They kept me going with the story!

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Last time

Harry and Ron walked into the room and sat in the corner. They gasped at what they saw. Draco and Hermione making out by the bed. Ron began to fumble for the bottom of the cloak when Harry grabbed him. He shook his head, and Ron stood, glaring at the two. Hermione smiled and stopped kissing Draco. She pulled off his jacket and shirt, and then, she pulled the string to her robe, letting it fall to the ground…

Harry froze. Ron froze. Draco sat stunned. Ron made a grab for the bottom of the robe, but Harry grabbed him. "Ron, we gotta get the hell out of here, NOW!" Ron mumbled something that Harry couldn't understand, and they started walking out. They snuck through the door and just when they reached the portrait hole, they heard the voices. "Well Draco?" "Uh… um… ah… um…." They listened to Hermione giggle, and ran out of the door. The two didn't stop running until they had reached the griffendor common room. They sat down in two chairs and stared at the fire. In their minds they saw the naked Hermione granger in front of a stunned Draco Malfoy. Ron turned to Harry. Why did she do it?" Harry kept staring at the fire. He shrugged his shoulders, and looked at Ron. "Should we ask her and see if she tells us the truth, because we know that she… well, you know…" Ron frowned as he talked. Parvati came bounding down the stairs, and grabbed Harry's wrist. She tugged him up the stairs. Harry turned to Ron and shrugged. Ron rolled his eyes and leaned back against the chair. He had to do something about Hermione. He had to. Maybe teaching her a lesson would be the only way.

Hermione giggled at Draco's stunned look. "What's wrong, Draco?" she put on a fake, teary look. "You don't like what you see…?" Draco grinned. "Absolutely. Never seen worse!" Hermione put her hand to her heart and wiped a fake tear from her eye. "I'm so hurt." He laughed and pushed her onto the bed. Hermione grinned evilly and yanked his boxers down. She kissed him, but pulled back quickly. "Draco… um… this isn't a good idea…" he gave a confused expression. "Why not?" she frowned and pulled his boxers back up. "Its just not… please…" she started crying. Draco gave her a quick hug. "Why is it not a good idea?" she looked up at him with eyes full of tears. "We have hated each other for six years. Then, all of the sudden, first day of seventh year, we kiss, and by the next week, we are about to go at it. Five days isn't enough to change six years! I can't believe that I would even try!" Draco was shocked. Five days… she was right though. It shouldn't be like this. "No… your right… we cant… we…" he got angry all at once and lashed out right at her. "No. There was nothing ever between us. It was all fake. You're right; we are not meant for each other. Why would I even bother with a filthy mudblood?" he crossed the room as Hermione leaked silent tears. She looked up with little pools of water on her face. "Where are we?" Draco fumed as he swept around. "We are in your room. We just broke up after a few days. Don't even bother with me anymore!" he swept out of the room and slammed the door behind him, rattling the walls. Hermione pulled her pillow to her and wept. Her life was terrible now.

Draco was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. What had he just done? Why did he do it? Flipping over, he saw a pile of gold. He shrugged and grabbed his gold along with his invisibility cloak. "Got the money to anyways." He muttered, walking to the portrait hole and sneaking out. He wandered down all of the halls until he reached the one eyed witch. "Nine o'clock… they should still be open." After about twenty minutes, he was standing inside the three broomsticks with a bottle of butterbeer. An hour passed and he found himself with eight more bottles and a 10-galleon bill. He swayed and swaggered with the invisibility cloak on all the way to back from the bar to his common room, but then walked into the bathroom to the toilet. He must have been vomiting for a half hour when the door snapped open and smashed into his head. Everything went black.

Hermione stopped crying when no more tears were left to be shed. A half hour had passed since Draco left her room, and she had no idea where he had gone. She shed a few more tears before she grabbed out a piece of parchment and wrote a letter, to Draco. As soon as she finished she felt as though something was pulled off of her chest. A huge weight that had been dropped on her was lifted, and she felt strong again. Hermione walked briskly out of the room with the letter in hand and knocked on Draco's door. No answer. Where was he? "Alohamora." She muttered, unlocking the door. "Draco, you know that I didn't want to-" she looked around, but no Draco. "Draco?" she looked again. Under the bed, in the closet, she even pulled the drawers of his desk out looking for him. She heard the portrait open and close, then the bathroom door open and close. She shrugged and put the letter on his pillow. After going back to her room, she decided to take a shower. She completely forgot that Draco was in the bathroom. Not bothering to change into the short robe, she wandered to the bathroom. She started to open the door and BAM!! A muffled "What the- OW!" escaped the room and Hermione froze. 'Oops' she thought. "Draco, I'm so sorry did you get… OH MY GOD!" the toilet had vomit in it and now there was blood all over the ground from where the door had hit him. "Oh my god oh my god oh my GOD WHAT DID I DO!" Falling to the floor, Hermione cradled his head. "Draco! I'm so sorry! Please wake up! No… no he can't! HE CAN'T!" she rested his head back down on the floor before backing out of the room. She ran past the common room, out the door, and past the Gryffindor common room. She screamed the whole time. "PROFESSOR! PROFESSOR DUMBLEDOR! HELP! OH PLEASE PROFESSOR WHERE ARE YOU!" she stopped and let out a frustrated scream.

Harry marched back down into the common room looking smug and tired. Just when he got a nasty glare from Ron and took a seat in the chair next to Ron's, he heard a scream. A girl was screaming for the headmaster. "That wasn't!" "Couldn't be!" "Could it?" "Hermione!" they screamed together, standing up. They both ran out the portrait and saw her stop and scream. "PROFESSOR! IT'S A GOD DAMN EMERGENCY! HELP! SOMEONE! HELP!" they ran to her. "Hermione! What happened?" Hermione looked relieved but extremely distressed. "I have to find Dumbledore! Never mind what happened! Where is the headmaster??" Harry whipped out the marauder's map. "Always carry it with me… he's walking by the head student's room." "Oh god! PROFESSOR! PLEASE! PROFESSOR DUMBLEDOR!" she ran after the professor, finally catching him in front of the portrait. "Oh thank god! Professor! Come QUICK! There has been an accident in the head bathroom! Draco Malfoy is seriously hurt!" the headmaster's eyes twinkled and then faded. The four (Harry and Ron too) ran to the bathroom to see Draco still out. Hermione sat and cradled his head again. "I was going to go to the bathroom and opened the door! He was by the toilet as you can see, and BAM! It hit him in the head and something happened to make him bleed! Please! We need to save him!" the professor nodded and magically walked with Draco at least four feet in the air, to the hospital wing.

As soon as they were in the hospital wing, madam promfrey whisked over to them and put Draco to bed. She brought over a big vile of purple liquid, a tube of green paste, and a washcloth over to the table. Hermione seated herself at the edge of the bed, holding Draco's hand. The headmaster caught Hermione's eye, and smiled at her, his eyes twinkling at the site of her hands. She blushed a little and turned back to Draco. The nurse had just put the paste on, and there was smoke coming out of his mouth. Next thing they knew, Hermione was puked on. "Ah! GROSS!"  She screamed, wiping it off of her face. An hour later, Hermione still sat with Draco. Everyone else had left. She could only hope that he would live.

Draco's P.O.V

Everything is black, but keeps flashing white and blue. Sometimes I see an angel in the white. She looks familiar. She looks sad. I don't know who she is, but I want her to be happy. I have to make her happy. There is some kind of light up ahead of me. I'm in that tunnel that potter always snuck into… how did I get here? I have to get out… its getting brighter… and brighter! Her face is clearer…. Hermione!! It's her! Why is she here! Why? She is sad…something is touching my hand… I think that it is hers… what is going on…

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