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HERMIONE

A fierce hunger brewed inside her, but for some reason, Hermione still couldn't eat. Forget the fact that Madame Pomfrey told her to, but she couldn't. And she felt so bad after the previous night. Was Draco mad at her? She really didn't mean to do anything.

Tell me Love's name I want to know.

The way she looks and where she goes.

I need to see her face, I need to understand,

Why you don't love me, at all.

Tell me the words I never said,

Show me the tears you never shed,

Give me the touch that won a promise to be loved.

Or has it vanished for all time?

I'll let you go,

I'll let you fly,

But though I'll keep on asking why,

I'll let you go,

I'll let you fly,

A way to keep somehow,

More than a broken vow…

DRACO

He wasn't mad at her. He just needed to be left alone. Draco had never talked to anyone about "it". There had, actually, been no one to talk to. But he noticed that Hermione seemed more withdrawn than usual this morning.

And another fact to be considered was that, she was, well, thinner. Alarmingly. Her cheeks were sunk, her clothes looked bigger. A pale glow had washed over her skin. If she continued this, she would look like Potter did when he was in first year! Not that Potter and his Weasel would be of any help. They had been ignoring her for three years. Bastards.

But the one thing that drove him the most crazy was that she was still so damn pretty. Her eyes were still beautiful, in a sad way. He couldn't admit it to himself, but he was definitely warming up to the girl. She was so different this year.

"Hermione?" It was the morn, cold as ever. Hermione was making the space in front of the fireplace her favorite brooding point. She looked up. "Look, I'm not mad at you."

Was that relief in her eyes? It was. "Oh, I thought you'd be."

"I just… need… time. I feel confused right now. I'm sorry." Hermione stood up and walked over to where he was, at the last flight of the stairs, leaning towards him. The space between them was so small, and she brushed her lips near his ear. Draco's breathing was haggard.

"You know what? Please don't be sorry." She brushed past him, and went up to her room. (A/N: You didn't think I'd let them kiss yet!)

She left Draco gazing into space, caressing an area on his cheek. A tear fell.

HERMIONE

When a loved one dies, you are supposed to mourn. Cry, sob, weep, pour your heart out. But you need some one to mourn with. And Hermione had no one. So she spent her nights, slowly leafing through photo albums and letters they had sent her, weeping over them. Alone. Her parents. Memories flashing through her mind.

"Darling!" Little eight-year old Hermione was swung into Gregory Granger's strong arms, his wife, Deborah, smiling as they danced around the room. It was Christmas, and every year, the Grangers outdid themselves. The tree was huge, covering one corner of the living room, twinkling merrily with their lights and tinsel.

Hermione gave her parents a hug, which was hard because her arms were so small. "I love you mummy and daddy! Merry Christmas!"

"I love you too," they chimed. This was one happy family.

I close my eyes,

And dream of you and I, and then I realize,

There's more to life than searching for love and tragedies,

I close my eyes,

Oooh, to love and hold you once more, again,

Yet here is what I'll say,

I'll let you go, I'll let you fly,

Although I'll keep, on asking why,

I'll let you go, I'll let you fly,

A way to keep, somehow.

More than a broken, vow.

LATER…

Professor Flitwick looked up. "Class, you may go now." He then toppled of his chair, narrowly missing Trevor the Toad who had been zooming around the room for the past hour. They were practicing Flying Charms.

Hermione quickly packed her bags and made to leave the room, but Professor Flitwick motioned for her to stay.

"Yes, sir?"

"Miss Granger, I notice you've been getting thinner lately. And you don't participate in class anymore! This isn't like you. Are you feeling all right?"

"Yes sir. I'll be all right."

"Very well, but I think you should skip the next period and eat! Tell Professor Binns that I have given you permission. You may go."

"Thank you sir." And she left, making way for her History class anyway, but she bumped into someone. "Hi, Harry."

"Oh, sorry Herm." They walked together to class. "Listen, Hermione?"

"Hmm?" She prayed that this wasn't another speech about how to improve himself in Parvati's eyes.

"You look, different. And Ron and I found out the news. I'm so sorry."

"S'll right." Hermione started to walk away, but Harry stopped her. She sighed inwardly as she looked at him. With those gorgeous features, you would be so handsome, if you weren't so selfish and ignorant. We used to be close friends, you know.

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"I didn't think you'd care."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Haven't you realized that for the past three years, you've been ignoring me?"

"What do you mean, ignoring you? I- I"

Tears would have been streaming down Hermione's face, but tears were for those with broken hearts. Hers was already destroyed. "You've been ignoring me, and treating me as if I were no worse than a dog!" He whirled her around with surprisingly strong arms.

"What? I mean, we've always been there for you- a-and-"

"What do you mean you've always been there, damn it? And Ron? As if!" She made to walk away, but then Harry raised a hand. And it reached its mark, leaving a harsh print upon Hermione's cheek. He stumbled backwards, a horrified look in his eyes.

"Oh my god, I-I'm so s-sorry-"

She just sighed. "See what we've become? Do you see what's happened to us?" She fled, leaving a very bewildered Harry behind.

Love where is your path?

Please show me something that isn't your wrath,

Where is the blessing that ought to be mine,

Where are my happy times?

I'll let you go, I'll let you fly,

Although I'll keep on asking why,

I'll let you go, I'll let you fly.

A way to keep somehow,

More than a broken vow.

A/N: Aw, how sweet. Coming up: sleeping (GET THAT MIND OFF THE GUTTER) shopping, golden sunrises, and……..in the next, next chapter……. THEY ********!!!!!1

The people who can't read censors: OH MA GAWD!

Me: Hehehe…. Now I'm going off to change my name into DEMENTED GODDESS. Toodles!

PS Here's a poll: Who is hotter: TOME FELTON or DANIEL RADCLIFFE? I say both. And Alan Rickman's voice is SO damn SEXY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!