A/N: Wow. I've been out for a longgg ... time... Anyways, well summer is here so I have some more time. I reread this over. hahahaa..Half of the jokes I made up didn't even make sense.... This fic is weird.

Chapter 7: Without

Hermione was startled and hid half of herself under the water, showing only her head. Her cheeks flushed but her horrified face turned red with anger at the smirk on his face.

"Time's over, Granger." Malfoy said. Pulling himself together, he pointed out the door. His blond hair was un-gelled, but stuck out at the front. With nothing but long silver shorts on and a green bathrobe to cover hardly of his shirtless body, his smirk made Hermione feel angrier.

Finally finding the words, Hermione yelled, "Don't make me wake anyone Malfoy, but what the HELL are you doing here!?"

"That's right I'm kicking you out." Was his reply.

Hermione tried to keep calm. She couldn't stand up with Malfoy standing there, with nothing on but her bathing suit. "Ever heard of knocking you fucking moron! Get out! Get the fuck out! N-NOW!" she pointed out the door furiously. Out of all the people, it had to be him. It was unexpected... it was embarrassing... it was disgusting.

Draco didn't move, "You've had your fun."

Hermione searched for her wand, but had forgotten it in her dormitory. "You know what, fine. Will you just... just give me my damn space and go away for a minute. GET OUT!" Hermione grabbed hold of her robe.

Draco's smirk disappeared, "Don't take too long, mudblood. And don't forget to clean the tub as well, I want to bathe in clean water." He laughed and grinned at his own joke and turned around towards the door. Hermione shaped her fists and resisted herself from hitting him on the face. But first, she had to put something on. Quickly, she put on her robe not noticing that it was backwards. Still angry, disbelieved and humiliated with what just happened, she grabbed her towel and stormed out with her wet bear feet.

Weeks have gone by and it is finally cramming season. Exams once again. Students are roaming aimlessly, muttering out complicated words and testing small charms. First year students are studying hard for their first set of stress papers. Ron is freaking out because he lost a piece of parchment where he wrote a strange long word with its description.

Hermione was up all night studying, and she slept in but awoke with a headache. She visited the Gryffindor common rooms to see how everyone is doing.

"Define Incancerous, " Harry asked Ron as Hermione entered the room.

"Uh - Oh hey Hermione." He turned around and placed his books on the couch beside Harry. "How's it going?"

"Fine. I'm off to the library again. I just came to see how you guys are with studying."

"Oh tough without you here." Ron replied.

"Only because you tell him the answer if he gets a question wrong," Harry rolled his eyes.

Hermione smiled at her two friends, and hurried to the library. Little did anyone know, the reason why she wanted to go is mostly because of that book. The mysterious replies, yet she still didn't know how it was possible.

Hmm.. she thought. It was stupid. Usually libraries are used to study, read, etc. What was the point of that book? It just suddenly replied to a poem she wrote. Sure, she wasn't getting bored of it. Becaues whoever/whatever, was replying back, she began to take interest. Sometimes she began to think of other things, of other possibilities... It was something that listened to her, for something so strange, she's never felt so comfortable writing in it. Sometimes she envisioned, what if it was someone, lost in a book, a heart filled with romantic verses, joyous memories and happy endings. Perhaps a boy?

Impossible.

Hermione wasn't only known for her brilliant and bright mind. But her dreams and imagination combined can create something beyond magical. Or something Ron would call, "crazy".

But right now, Hermione was getting really curious. How was this working? Maybe if she took it in the dormitory with her and check it out? Maybe she can find it's secrets and figure out what's been replying back? She was so convinced that it was the same material as Tom Riddle's. But for that to exist, someone had to be dead... or something?

She didn't wanna say she was comfortable talking to a dead guy. Not that it was bad or anything...

Or what if it was a spy? Spying on her thoughts and making her spill out things? Before she can spill out things, she had to figure it all out. Or at least, something.

Why didn't I think of it before?

Hermione entered the library. She looked around and walked towards the table where she expected that same brown book that has been untouched for days. Surprised nobody has stolen it yet.

Thought too soon...?

Where did it go?! She scanned each tables or any large brown book. Where did it go!?

Oh well, it's not a big deal.

Where did it go?! She started to panick. Was it a big deal? Her work was in there. Her thoughts and opinions were in there. Where DID it go?