A/N: Woo! Two reviews. I would much rather have a few people who really enjoy my story then have a bunch of people who only think semi-decent of it. It's the quality of the reviewers, not just the quantity. I've heard that quote so many times; it's just stuck in my head.

1. Italics are what??? A Note from Dumbledore....Sorry no journal entry and you'll understand why.

2. Lyrics...Good Charlotte's Secrets.

3. Poem is mine though! I like poetry if you haven't discovered this yet.

Disclaimer: All these darling little characters. Belong to Mrs. J.K Rowling!

Chapter Cuatro

A rush of air blew across Hermione's cheeks as students ran from the Great Hall and into the Main Entrance. Students in every year were excited to be back to their home away from home. Or for some people like her best friend Harry, his only home. Avoiding a large group of anxious looking first years she stepped off to the side and stood in a small corner. As people rushed on by her she just laughed softly. All these people were glad to be back at school and yet soon they would be dreading the days they spent in classes.

Hermione had been drifting off into a daydream when suddenly she felt a familiar hand grip hers and pull her along the corridors. She hadn't even needed to open her eyes to realize it was Harry. In her opinion he looked rather frazzled and unhappy to say the least. His eyes weren't sparkling as she usually saw them on the first evening of the term. Instead they were clouded over and his face seemed to be as red as Ron's hair.

"Harry, are you alright?" She watched as Harry shook his head and continued walking pulling her along behind him. She was beginning to grow antsy and worried. Why was Harry acting like this? What was the matter with him? She hadn't had to wait long to find out though.

Almost immediately a door blew open and Harry drug Hermione inside after him. He let go of her arm and fell to the ground his eyes filling with tears. She sat down beside him and held him close to her, comforting him best she could. Harry's head lifted slightly and he looked at her his eyes glistening with fresh tears.

"They lied to me. Everyone lied to me. I hate them all!" And with that Harry jumped up and ran from the room. All Hermione could do was sit on the ground and watch as her best friend ran off. She began to cry unsure of why she was doing this. As she lay on the ground tears coming down her pale face she heard the faint sound of feet approaching the room. She made an attempt to get up and hide but she was to slow. The features of a blonde Slytherin filled the door way.

"Granger? What are you doing? Why are you crying?" At the last statement Draco had moved across the room and was now helping Hermione to stand up. She threw her arms around Draco's neck and began to sob into his shoulder. The boy just stood there patting her back whispering comforting words to her.

Finally, Hermione realized the weirdness in the situation and pulled herself away from Draco wiping at her eyes. She began to wonder why he had allowed her to throw herself upon him. If that had been the Draco she had known and hated he'd of laughed and walked away. But, he hadn't. She still wasn't sure why she was crying, she didn't even know what Harry had been talking about, but it had sent her into a fit of sobs none the less.

"Hermione...Are you okay?"

Hermione looked up at her name and looked around for who had said it. Only when she realized she and Draco were the only ones in the room did she figure out he had called her by her first name. Her eyes widened as he wrapped his arms around her again and she loosened up laying her head on his shoulder.

"Draco, what has gotten into you?"

Draco looked down at her in his arms. She moved her head and looked up at him and he brushed his finger across her cheek. She shivered at his touch and a genuine smile passed over both of their faces. This was a first, for the only look Hermione ever had on when Draco was around was a frown and Draco usually wore a smirk.

"You've really changed this year Granger."

When the word 'Granger' escaped his lips it wasn't with the icy coldness and hatred that was normally involved. Instead it was light and almost kind of romantic. Hermione looked at him in amazement. If you had told her this time last year that Draco Malfoy would be standing in an empty classroom with his arms wrapped around her and being totally sweet, she would have had you admitted to St. Mungo's.

"As have you Malfoy."

The two Heads stood there not moving. Their eyes were locked and their smiles held on their faces showed brightly. Neither one seemed able to speak. Finally, Draco leaned down his lips lingered just inches above hers. She closed her eyes anticipating the touch she was sure would follow. But it never came. The next moment was a blur in her mind. A flash of light, a scream and someone dragging her away.

Dearest Miss Granger,

You will be pleased to hear that you will now be free to leave the infirmary. Your teachers have all agreed to have Mister Malfoy help you with your classes you have missed this past week. I know you do not remember anything that happened that night in the Transfiguration Room on the night of the First. I've been assured you will be fine but you need a little help regaining your memory, there was more complications in the matter then we had known about in the beginning. Your attacker has been transported to Azkaban prison this afternoon. It took 6 Auror's to track him down. I am sure you will want to know what this is all about as soon as you leave the Wing. And feel free to come to my office I will be expecting you. The password is Red Hots. I am sure you know about these delicious muggle candies. But I am off the subject now. I will be awaiting your arrival. Have a pleasant day.

Professor Dumbledore.

Draco was sitting beside Hermione's bed reading her the letter the Headmaster had sent to her earlier that morning. She smiled at him and placed her hand a top of his. Draco cupped her hand in his and smiled at her. He had only left her bed to go to classes and in between he would rush to the Hospital Wing to check on her. She had only come around about two days ago and everyone had been so worried.

"Thanks for staying with me Draco."

"It was the least I could do....." He trailed off and the sentence was never ended. Their conversations the last two days had always been like that. Hermione would say something and Draco would change the subject or just stop talking all together. She suspected there was something he didn't want to tell her and that if he continued talking he would spill it to her.

'In the dark/ In the darkness you will find/ Dirty little secrets we all hide/ Cause' we all have a darker side/ A place we keep where no one else will find'

Hermione made another stab at a conversation. "So you are going to come with me to see Dumbledore right? Since you are the one who is going to be helping me right?"

All Draco did was nod. He helped her out of her bed and turned away while she threw her robes back on. The two walked silently upstairs.

The last thing she remembered was Draco was about to kiss her and then everything went dark. Next thing she remembered was waking up to hear Draco and Harry talking in low whispered voices. The two were sitting on either side of her bed and they seemed to be getting along.

Flash Back

"Draco, why'd you let him get away?"

Draco sat there looking at Harry and shrugged his shoulders letting his head drop to his chest. A small tear issued from his eyes as he looked over at Hermione's body lying perfectly still on the hospital bed.

"Harry, I really don't know. I was scared. I didn't know what to do...."

Draco had trailed off and his head once more dropped to his chest. Harry sat there his eyes never leaving Hermione. He had tears glistening in his eyes as he watched his best friends eyes flicker open slowly. He jumped startled at first but quickly recovered.

"Mione..." His voice low and soft. Draco's head popped up at that moment and reached out grabbing Hermione's hand. Hermione smiled at both boys and her eyes focused on both.

"What happened?"

End Flash Back

Finally she would be getting some answers. Finally she would know what happened. Finally the last week wouldn't be a blur to her anymore.

Why is everything such a mystery to me?

No one answers my questions when I ask.

Everyone avoids the topic I most want to hear.

I can't live like this any longer.

I'm growing scared wondering what has happened.

Everything has been such a giant blur.

Things are perfect one moment.

But the next I don't know what's gone on.

Why won't they just tell me.

They feel it's just not right yet.

I don't care about right anymore.

It's my life and I want to know.

A/N: The stupid thing wouldn't let me update and I had such a writers block because I was to focused on all the crap going on. Stupid Marching Band Charts. Anyways enjoy.