A/N: I don't know If I sent this to my Beta, so pardon the mistakes.

Chapter 3

Hermione sat down in the Headgirl/boy common room trying to concentrate on her homework. The truth was Hermione couldn't think about anything but Ron and how Harry seemed to fall apart more than ever; They were falling apart, everyone who was involved. It was that horrible the night Voldemort fell.

Flashback

Hermione watched as Harry sent the final curse at Voldemort.

"AVADA KADAVERA!" Harry bellowed on the verge of death from the lack of energy.

"Ahhh..." Voldemort screamed as his eyes grew wide as green light engulfed him.

"YOU WILL SUFFER, I WILL NEVER DIE! MY HORROR WILL LIVE FOREVER!" He screamed as a huge gust of wind rushed through the manor, shattering windows and anything glass.

Hermione saw Harry standing there, zombie like and ran over to him where they collapsed, sobbing.

End of Flashback.

'Funny,' Hermione thought. 'Even after he's gone he still has a knack for destroying lives.' Hermione said smirking as she picked up a book she had to use for her homework.

Hermione opened to an interesting page and began to read, anything to lose herself away from this world. Hermione was about to turn the page when she slammed the book shut and threw it under the black coffee table.

"I WILL NOT PROCRASTINATE!" Hermione said throwing her book down, she hadn't gotten much homework done because she was constantly procrastinating, trying to escape in a book, anything to lose herself. Hermione leaned down to retrieve the mangled book from the floor.

"Looks like you are procrastinating, though." He said.

Hermione looked up and saw a small smile play on his lips. Hermione fought not to go over to him. Hermione leaned back into the black cloth chair and opened the page to the spot where they had been studying earlier today. Hermione tried hard to ignore him, but she couldn't. She was aware of his presence seated in the chair in front of her. Eyeing her silently.

Draco Malfoy. Oh, how she loved him. He could never know though. Hermione snuck a look at him and saw his eyes lock with hers. Hermione quickly looked at the clock above his head as if it meant anything to her, but time these days seemed to never pass. She felt she would never ever die.

Hermione became fed up with him sitting there watching her every move. He didn't even try to be discrete. Hermione looked up again and saw him quickly look back down at his book. Hermione couldn't bear to look at him, yet she felt she had to. Every time she looked at him she remembered the way he forgot she wasn't a pureblood, but she also remembered the way he used her. Draco Malfoy had used her to get what he wanted and ended up almost killing her. Lucky for Hermione she managed to escape alive.

Flashback

Draco Malfoy looked at her. He smiled his famous smirky smile but Hermione felt there was nothing there, no happiness, nothing. Hermione grasped his hand as they made their way down the cherry wood stairs and the small ring of Deatheaters. Hermione was trembling and she couldn't help it.

"Hello my Lord." Draco said kneeling down as Lucius gawked at him.

"You can't marry that thing." Lucius spat at Hermione.

"Sure I can." Draco said letting go of her as Hermione grabbed his hand again scared to death.

"I think the boy could do good with her. She is the smartest mudblood at Hogwarts in forever," Voldemort said looking her up and down. "but then again she is a filthy mudblood. Potter's life would be miserable."

"I don't care. I can't believe the day my son has come to rebel against me." Lucius said raising his wand at them.

"No, no." Voldemort said snapping his fingers as Lucius's wand ended up floating in the air in front of Hermione.

Hermione grabbed the wand as fast as lightning (after she figured out that Draco had used her[or so she thought]) and shouted an incantation and disapparated. Hermione got away from the manor, only to have to return that same night.

End of Flashback

Hermione exasperated, got up and stormed up the stone steps to her room, leaving Draco sitting there on the couch in the living room.

DIARY

I think it is absolutely stupid to address a Diary so I will never conform to the ways of others, okay? I have no idea what Malfoy thinks of me anymore. I know he never loved me. He used me. Used me in the worst way possible. Not even caring that he would kill me. He was going to save my life, but murder me too. He was going to let Lucius kill me and then when he was preoccupied he would kill his father. He would then gain Voldemorts approval. I figured it out. I wish I hadn't. I actually got to know him, the person behind the mask. I think I fell for him. I'm glad I did find out. I lived because of one stupid move, but everyone who wasn't there wonders how I made it out alive. I will never tell how I was treated and how Malfoy tried to kill me but he really saved my life. Pity me that I ended up seeing him again, about broke my heart and I remembered I had his ring. He actually looked hurt when I gave it back. I feel I will never die, but I will change all that soon. I need help. I know I do. Maybe me and Ron can room together at St. Mungos.

Hermione X

Authors note: Sorry it is super short, I'll post two chapters.