- You can never get me back-

Disclaimer: I do not own and Characters, spells or incantations. All belongs to J.K Rowling, and WB.

A.N- I got no reveiws for may last chapter. That is a bit sad. Ah well. Tis not like I will'nt go on! I will. I continue writing this. But one reveiw wouldn't hurt? Also, I know there isn't any Windoes in the Slytherin CR, just improvise, haha.

Guess what? I just seen the Trailer for POA!!! Coolness. Though I do think Chris was a better director. But what do I know? After all it is just the trailer. But their uniforms changed, they aren't in the uniforms half the time, and Draco's hair!!! I won't spoil the trailer for those who haven't seen it, but you can sort of guess what it looks like.

-I hope this chapter turns out to be longer. . .-

- -Chapter 3- -

Hermione heard screams and felt the room grow colder she pulled her robes around her, as she stood up. Only to be forced back down. She looked around. Saw, and felt, nothing. She then felt herself being pulled up, off the ground, by a pair of hands. Hermione grew unbearably cold, and fell to the floor. Shivering, and mumbling all the while down, till she collided with the floor. All became foggy.

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Awoken by the sound of whispers, and giggles, she slowly opened her eyes. There was quite a few people surrounding her. From what it looked like, she was on a bed in the Infirmary.

The noises were hushed by Madame Pompfrey, as she scurried to her bedside. "Miss Granger! Are you alright, dear?"

Hermione tried to awnser, but just couldn't find the strength. She felt so weak. Madame Pompfrey didn't seem to figure this out, so she left her with a bar of Chocolate, and the crowd around her. Not even trying to make them leave her be. She shut her eyes, just wanting to sleep.

"Hermione?" Came one voice

"Hermione, are you alright?" Came another

"Hah, look it's little Granger" Said the last. This comment caught her attention.

Her eyes fluttered open. Long behold, there was a blond boy making his way to the front of the crowd. She smiled inwardly. 'He still cares. . .' she thought.

"Granger, got a itty bitty boo boo?" He asked, smirking all the while.

All her previous thoughts vanished.

"Oh shove off, Malfoy" Said Ron.

"How about No, Weasley? Why won't you just stop coming to Hogwarts, year after year? Not like you can afford the supplies." Malfoy said, never letting his smirk falter.

He turned his attention to Hermione. She looked purely horrid. She was pale, and she looked like she hadn't slept or eaten in days. Surely it couldn't have been that long?

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Later that night, when the crowd disapeared, Hermione lay awake. She wasn't tired, at all. All she wanted was to do was feel better. The Chocolate Bar helped a little. Peices of it remained in the rapper, on the table.

She wasn't quite sure of the time, but she figured it was late. The moonlight was gleaming through the windows, and the candles were slowling putting themselves out.

She was stronger, that was for sure. She could now stand up and walk around, if she had tried. She wasn't sure that she wanted to try. The thought of getting up, made her feel weaker.

Madame Pompfrey walked into the room, with a candle. She walked towards all the patients beds, making sure they were alright. When she got to Hermiones bed, however, she noticedshe was still awake. There was now a bowl put to Hermione's lips, and Madame Pompfrey was muttering things under her breath.

Hermione was getting tired, fast. Her eyelids got heavier, and she was now engulfed with sleep.

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Draco was in the Slytherin Common Room, alone. He sent the others to their rooms, to leave him be.

He was attempting to relax on one of the couches, but that didn't help any. He couldn't get his mind off of he. He remembered the way she looked in the Infirmary today. So helpless, and alone. When he looked into her eyes, he saw nothing. Her eyes were empty. So was she. She looked so apathetic.

He sighed, and got up to head over to the fireplace. He put it out, and returned to the couch. It wasn't as dark as it might have seemed. Though the fire was put out, there was a few candles in the room. Even thought there was only a few, it lit up the room to a understandable lighting.

It was louder then it might have looked. The littlest things made the loudest noise. Like the way the fire from the candles crackle, and Draco's breathing, and the tapping on the window. Tapping on the window?

Draco got up, and walked over to the window, taking all the time in the world to open it, and retrive the letter from the beautifull Owl. He already knew of whom it was from, so he took extra long. He hadn't any treats for the Owl, so he sent it on it's way.

Walking over to the table, he looked to see the sender. He was right.

'From -Lucious Malfoy, Malfoy Manor- To -Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Common Room.-'

He dropped the letter onto the desk, and walked to his Dormitory.

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"I wonder what's up with Hermione." Said Harry.

"I'm not sure, but I don't like it one bit. . ." Rang the voice of a worried Ron

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