I haven't updated in God knows how long, but I have suddenly got the urge and so thought I would! So with no further things to say, on with the story!

Hermione sniffed as she made her way up the stairs to her bedroom, she was still a little worked up about tonight to say the least. She felt so confused as to what they should do. They may both be strong in magic but nowhere near as strong as Snape. She even thought his name with a snarl, feeling the hatred bubble up inside her. Then, thinking about Draco's father and what he did to Draco the anger overflowed as she sent Hogwarts: A History flying across the room. She picked up her potions homework and ripped it to shreds whilst burning tears of anger flowed freely down her distressed and tired face. Collapsing on her bed, praying silently that no one had heard, she fell asleep almost instantly. It was not a peaceful sleep.

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The next morning Hermione walked into breakfast with an impending sense of doom. Draco smiled at her, sympathetically, and she took up her place opposite Ron and Harry. "Mornin' 'Mione." Ron said, stuffing his face again. Giving him a fearsome look he slowed down and mumbled sorry to his eggs. Harry looked at him fondly, which reminded Hermione of something she had meaning to say. "Guys, could I speak to you both outside now?" Ron complained about not having finished but Harry dragged him up off the bench and followed Hermione, who had a big grin on her face, outside. "So..." Harry said, seeing as Hermione could not speak at that moment because she was trying to hold in her giggles. Asking herself why she was being so immature she straightened her face, promptly to collapse into giggles again. "I think I know what this may be about," Harry said, smiling, "You saw us the other night didn't you?" Hermione nodded, and Ron's eyes widened. "Have you told anyone?" He asked, panicking. "No don't worry, I'm not that evil." Suddenly her face cracked into a huge grin "It's so cuuute!" Ron went beetroot and Harry did a very good impression of Ron, both shuffling their feet and Hermione noticed that their hands were very close.

"How long?" she asked them. "I don't really know...probably about a month" Ron replied, still finding his shoes interesting. "Well I guess I'll leave now, I've got to repair my potions homework anyway." "What happened?" "Oh, I just got, you know, a little bit angry. I'll go and tell Lavender that I'm sorry for waking her last night and then see you in potions." As she walked through the doors to the hall again she realized that the post had arrived and there was a vast amount of talking going on, people looking worried, other excited. Just as she caught sight of Lavender, someone exited the hall and dragged her with them. She got dragged into a spare classroom and saw it was Draco who had dragged her out. His eyes were wide and he bit his bottom lip as he ran his pale hands through his perfect hair. He looked directly into her eyes and Hermione melted. "What is it?" She asked softly. Draco looked away; she could feel his pulse racing and was suddenly very, very concerned. "She lifted his head back up to look into her eyes and asked again very softly, "Draco, please tell me, what's the matter?" Her heart skipped a beat as she saw tears forming in his pale grey eyes.

As a tear slipped slowly down his young face, Draco said quietly. "He's back."