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To the reviewers: THANKYOU! YOU ARE SO DAMN PATIENT! I suck to high heaven, don't I? Well, you'll LOVE this chapter! Tragedy, blossoming romance, and TEARS AND ANGST! AND TARAY KO NAMAN! SIGE, FINE, WHATEVER! KAMUSTA KAYO? (filipinos, translate.) AND BY THE WAYZ, I FIXED UP THE CRAPPY CHAPTERS BECAUSE THE DAMNED COMPUTER DECIDED TO COOPERATE!

This chapter is dedicated to : Dying Angel. Kamusta ka?

DRACO

Draco was grumpy the whole morning, but at least Hermione left him alone. Actually, that surprised him. He had expected that after last night, Hermione would have teased him ("peachy"?!?) but she was leaving him alone. Thank the gods. Especially after what had been happening to him.

Draco didn't know it, but he was warming to Hermione. Her soft look, even her touch was starting to make him shiver. But he pushed these thoughts aside. It was just a dream………

HERMIONE

Term had started, and Harry and Ron ignored her as usual. But this did not bother Hermione as greatly as before. She was in a state of withdrawal.

She was pretending to listen to Padma's meaningless babble during Double Transfiguration, occasionally throwing in a "yeah" or a grunt when a finger tapped on her shoulder. "Miss Granger?" Hermione turned around to face Professor McGonagall's face, grimmer than usual peering down at her.

"Yes Ms.?" Professor McGonagall's face softened.

"Please follow me." She walked silently out of the room, Hermione hurriedly packing her books and following. Padma just shrugged and continued her one-sided conversation with Parvati.

Hermione seemed to walk forever until they came to Dumbledore's office. "Professor wh-"

Professor McGonagall looked at her sadly. "Inside."

Dumbledore was seated behind his desk. When Hermione and Professor McGonagall entered the room, he stood up. "Miss Granger, Hermione, you might want to sit down."

The room had changed. The old headmasters in their portraits were leaning so closely towards the frame that they almost fell out. A horribly silent air filled the room. Fawkes was no where to be seen. Hermione faintly perched on the edge of the armchair. "W-wh-what hap-happened?"

Professor McGonagall placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder. Maybe this was meant to comfort but it weighed her down even more. "As you know, Hogwarts takes a special interest in Muggle affairs so we also subscribe to Muggle newspapers. Well, there was an article that stated that well…Hermione, your parents have been murdered. They were found shot to death in their beds last night, and the house had been looted. I'm so sorry." He looked away, more lines appearing on his aged face.

Horrified shock escalated through the thoughts in Hermione's head, roaring above the whispers of the portraits. Mum. Dad. Dead. Murdered. Shot. Dead. DEAD. A tear streamed down her face, soon followed by more. She shot out of her seat, startling both Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.

"This is a mistake!"

Professor McGonagall also had tears splashing on her cheeks. "We're really so-"

"DON'T BE SORRY! THEY'RE NOT DEAD! IT MUST BE SOME SORT OF A SICK JOKE! THEY. ARE. NOT. DEAD!!!" Panic took over and she stumbled out of the room, leaving the two professors behind.

Professor McGonagall started to follow, but Dumbledore held her back. "She needs to be alone. I will excuse her from classes for at least two weeks."

DRACO

He had not been having a good day. Three tests in Transfigurations, gods that woman had him at the top of her list, Potions with the Gryffindors, and to top it all, Pansy had been trailing him again, the bitch.

She was still hanging on to him, nearly drooling her whole supply of saliva out when a certain brunette shot into him, sending his books flying. For one second, he forgot his promise.

"For god's sake, watch where you're going, Mudblood!"

Hermione looked up, and he saw her eyes. Full of tears, anguish, and…hate. "Fuck off! And get out of my life!" She pushed past them stumbled on towards their rooms.

"Really!" exclaimed Pansy, "I don't know how you can put up with that slut. Hey, where're you going?!?" Draco ignored her shouts and ran after Hermione.

"Wait!"

He followed her to their dorms and pushed the door closed, gently. "Hermione?" She turned around and looked at him, her face fierce. Then her eyes softened and she collapsed to the floor in front of the fireplace, trembling. Draco rushed to her side.

"I'm sorry-"

"I-it's n-no-not y-you…" She drew her knees up to her chest, and started sobbing.

"What is it?"

"My-my-my- p-pa-parent-s are-d-de-dead…" A fresh wave of tears came and on impulse Draco drew her into his arms. Gods, she smells so good. Like roses and jasmine. "I'm so sorry-" Hermione leant against his broad chest and sobbed herself to sleep.

A/N: God, I suck, this is so DAMN SHORT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please be nice and review.