Her eyes fluttered open; and she looked around her. Not realizing where she was, Hermione sat up and gasped when she felt a sharp pain shoot through her. It felt like a truck had run over her head. (AN: lol, my sister walked in while I was writing this, and she said, "God, It feels like a truck ran over my head." So I had to put it in...lol). She lay back down, closing her eyes tight. The pain in her head was horrible. The door to the Hospital opened, and footsteps echoed through the silent room.

They stopped at the side of her bed, but they didn't say a word. Hermione didn't open her eyes; and pretended she was still asleep. She heard a sigh, and it was unmistakably a males. "Hermione, why can't you get better." She was about to open her eyes when she noticed it was Harry but decided against it. "Ron and I took notes for you, hoping you will get better soon. Remember the dance is tomorrow...it won't be the same without you." She felt him grab her hand; and she was about to take it away. She fluttered her eyes, pretending once again she had just woken up, and Harry gasped. "Mione!"

Hermione smiled at Harry as he hugged her. "We thought you would never wake up!" She then frowned; pulling away from Harry she looked up at him. "Harry, why am I here?" He hesitated, and then spoke quietly. "You slipped in the rain, hitting your head. Madam Pompfrey said you had a concussion but not a serious one. Somebody brought you in; but I guess they requested for her not to tell cause she won't." It took a moment for it all to sink in, and then she nodded slowly. "Thanks Harry. I wonder who brought me in though...he saved my life." Harry looked at her; and smiled. "He deserves anything in the world. Without you Hermione, I couldn't live my life." Knowing the pain in her head, she sat up and hugged Harry. "I love you Harry, you're my best friend." He returned her hug, "I love you too. You're my best friend."

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An Hour later, Madam Pompfrey released Hermione from the Hospital Wing. So she went to Hogsmead with Ginny, and Lavender. They spend the next two hours trying on dresses, shoes, and make-up trying to figure out what was best.

"..You know you should seriously wear this." Ginny said; taking a long silver dress that tied around your neck and touched the floor. It was indeed beautiful. "I don't know Gin," Hermione said and reached out to grab the dress. Ginny handed it to her, pushing her friend into the dressing room. "Try it!" She giggled, and went to sit beside Lavender.

"Oh my god." A faint whisper was heard from Hermione's room. Ginny and Lavender looked at each other. The doorknob turned and it swung open, to show Hermione. Her wavy reddish brown hair hung over her shoulders, and the dress clung to her perfectly. "Wow," Both girls said once they found their voices. Hermione smiled, and went back into the dressing room.

When she returned, the dress was in her hand and she was heading for the checkout. Ginny came up behind her and grabbed her arm lightly. "Hey, you know what we need?" Hermione shrugged, and turned to Ginny. "You need a silver necklace to go with it. Maybe a angel or heart pendent." Hermione smiled and nodded. "Let me pay for this first," Ginny went back to Lavender and Hermione paid for the dress.

The three of them piled out of the dress shop, and went over to Shelly's Jewelers. When they opened the door a little bell jingled. A young witch, a little older than them came out from the back room, a smile on her face. "Welcome to Shelly's, is there anything I can help you with?" Before Hermione could speak, Lavender picked up her dress and held it up. "We need a silver necklace with a pendent that will match this dress." The woman surveyed the dress and nodded. "I have the perfect thing." She disappeared once again.

When she came back, two large square boxes were in each hand. She laid them on the counter; and Hermione walked up to her. "Okay, you need earrings to match correct? So, here." She handed Hermione a pair of dangling Angels. They were very pretty, but before she could speak the woman opened the other box where an Angel Pendent on a silver necklace faced her. They were all beautiful. "How much?" Hermione asked, a little worried about the price.

"Tell you what, you can have them." This shocked all three girls. She handed Hermione the boxes and smiled brightly. "Call them a gift. No thank you. Go." The girls nodded and left the shop. "That was lucky Hermione!" Lavender squealed, as did Ginny. Hermione smiled, and they all walked down the now snowy roads.

"How about some butterbeer?" Hermione said to her friends, an they nodded, running to The Three Broomsticks. Hermione laughed and ran after them. She then stopped dead.

Draco Malfoy was walking by himself, dressed in a black turtleneck sweater, black baggy pants, and black shoes. His hair was hanging over his forehead as he walked with his head held high. Snow fell on his hair, trailed down his face. His skin was snow kissed, and his lips were pink as ever. But his eyes were dull, and hollow.

Hermione's heart clenched, as she watched him walking alone. He seemed to be heading to the Three Broom sticks. She breathed, keeping the beautiful image of him in the snow in her mind and walked behind him.

When she stepped in, warmth surrounded her. It was filled with students. Walking towards the back she spotted Ron, Harry, Lavender, and Ginny all sitting in a side both. A smile spread across Hermione's face as she went over to their table. "Hey Mione," Ron said and Hermione nodded in hello. She was about to sit down when she looked behind Ron, to see Draco sitting in the corner booth, his index finger trailing the rim of his butterbeer bottle top, staring at it. Hesitating, she walked over there and sat in front of him.

His head shot up, and he stared at the girl in front of him. "Hey Draco, um, I just wanted to know when are we getting together for the project..." Hermione asked him, and waited for an answer. He kept staring at her, and he shrugged. "I don't know, when do you want to?" He went back to looking at his butter beer and Hermione sighed; thinking. "How about tonight? I have Quidditch try outs and the dance tomorrow night." At this he looked back up at her and smirked. "Quidditch?"

"Yeah, why? Don't think I can do it?" She smirked back at him and he shook his head laughing. "I don't know, I just never figured you the one to fly. I thought you hated the sport." Hermione shook her head, "I used to hate to fly, but I really don't anymore. Plus, I don't hate Quidditch but if you spent all of your time listening to Harry and Ron talk about you too would get sort of annoyed."

"No thank you," He said thinking about spending his time with Harry and Ron. He smiled and Hermione returned it. It was the first time he smiled in a long time. "Hermione? What are you doing with that git?" Ron sneered as he stepped up to the table. Both Hermione and Draco noticed they were actually having a normal conversation and he glared. "Nothing Weasley. The Mudblood and I were talking about the bloody stupid project." He slammed his bottle on the table and stormed out of The Three Broomsticks. Ron muttered something under his breath and Hermione watched him leave. For some reason, Draco's words stung more than ever when he just said them.

She sighed deeply, and went over to her friend's table; Draco Malfoy still implanted in her mind.