A/N: At the request of a reviewer of mine: a mini summary of what has happened so far, just to bring you up to speed.

Hermione is made head girl, Draco head boy. Dorm and bed sharing. Ron and Harry furious. Harry not so much, Ron, very angry. Headmaster makes Hermy and Draco be nice. Hermione has thoughts, Draco has a secret. Hermione and ron get into a HUGE fight. Hermione starts dating Draco, more ron hermione fight ; ron confesses love for Hermione, more fighting, and then the last chapter in which Draco and hermione make out , then Draco goes into the shower for hours, Hermione is sad, he comes out and says to trust her.  And that is my beautifully crap summary, but it gives you the gist I suppose.

Chapter 11: Beautiful Snowflake

"I trust you." My voice quavered. I could not help but wonder why my life was in danger. His mother had disappeared after Lucius had gone to Azkaban, and the prison was still safe, the Dementors having been removed before any escapes. But then, I thought, I had not read the paper in a long time. Come to think of it, I had not gotten it even. Maybe something had gone wrong.

There was fear mingling with relief in his eyes. I had never seen fear in him before. It frightened me. What could have him so scared?

He leaned forward, and pressed a promising kiss against my lips. "I love you so much," he whispered against my lips. I just kissed him back.

The truth was, I couldn't make myself say the words. Dread was filling the pit of my stomach. Someone wants to kill me, someone wants to kill me, someone wants to kill me. It was the only thing I could process.

I stood up rigidly. "I have to go to the library." I whirled around and fled.

Upon calming down, I returned to the room. Pansy was on top of Draco, doing a fierce imitation of us, only hours before. She looked up to meet my eyes and grinned. Draco flopped his head backwards mumbling. His eyes widened when he saw me. I did not take notice of the fact that he was kicking and his hands were gripped beneath her. The tears in my eyes prevented me from seeing anything but the horrid fact in front of me. Draco and Pansy were making out. Then I saw his struggle.

"He's fighting me Mudblood. But he won't be once he feels the pain of the Crutacious Curse." And then she reached into his pocket, and pulled out a silver locket. "How sweet, he's bought you a gift. I'll let you have it to remember him by when all you find is his bloody corpse." She tossed the locket to me. It fell in a graceful arc into my hand. She grabbed his tie, held his wand to it, and shouted "Portus!" And they were gone.

I whirled out of the room. The Headmaster, I have to find him.

The giant stone gargoyle stood in front of me. I ascended the whirling stairs.

"Professor Dumbledore?" The room was empty. He was nowhere to be found. I could not find anyone who might help me.

I could not go back to our room. Not after what happened. It would be too painful. Harry had private quarters. I went into the Gryffindor Common Room. It was late, near one. It was empty. I went up the spiral stairs that led to Harry's dorm.

"Mr. Harry Potter" I knocked on the door. Harry opened the door, sleep fresh in his eyes.

"Hermione, what?" He noticed the tears in my eyes. He said nothing but instead pulled me into a hug. He led me to the bed, put me onto it, and conjured a sleeping bag for himself on the floor.

Soon he was asleep again, but I still lay awake. The storm had come again, renewed by its brief break, and was now at double the force. Each flash of lightning brought Draco's face, every jolt of thunder his voice saying "I love you." I had not said it back to him. If I had, would Pansy have taken him? I stood there and did nothing while Draco was kidnapped. And where were all the teachers?

I felt a warm pulsing in my hand. The locket. I had forgotten it was there.

Inscribed upon the front was a single beautiful snowflake. He must have been planning to give me this at the winter ball. Fresh tears rolled down my face.

I lit my wand to get a better view of it. Upon closer inspection, I could see the locket itself was not silver, but faintly blue, like a chip of ice. The chain was fluid and silvery, the color of his eyes. The locket would not open. I turned it over. Carved in tiny hand, "Hermione, I love you. -Draco"

I looked out the window. Suddenly, I felt very tired, bone weary and exhausted. My thoughts would be silent for tonight. I could dwell on this in the morning. I clasped the locket around my neck. Then I slept.

The rain lashing on the window awoke me later. I looked at Harry's clock. It was six A.M., yet Harry was not here. Perhaps he had Quidditch practice, I hoped, and slowly cleaned the room.

I made the bed. I straightened the books. I left the room neat as a pin, and then I went to the door. Perhaps I would have a better time finding the Headmaster today.

Harry came bursting into the room . "I know where he is! Come!" And he left.

We ran down flights and flights of stairs, deep into the dungeons. "The Slytherin Common Room?"

"Draco is here." He said with conviction. We said the password and gained entry into the Slytherin fortress. Draco was tied to a chair, the Slytherins around him.

"You'll not survive the encounter, Dwakie Pooh!" Pansy fake simpered. "This is the end of the line. You aren't a Slytherin anymore. You're no better than the Mudblood. Say goodbye to your precious!" She turned and pointed a finger at me.

I ran to her, she scratched a vicious nail down my cheek as I landed a punch to her. A raised my wand, cast as many 'Stupefy's as I could while still keeping Pansy at bay. A knife glinted. I pushed it away, and the knife slashed Pansy instead. Blood trickled from the long slash in her chest. Harry had knocked the remaining Slytherins unconscious.

I looked into Pansy's eyes, and ran my finger down the cut on my cheek. I pulled away with red blood on my finger. I pushed it to Pansy's cut.

"If we are cut, we bleed, Pansy. Our blood is the same. Red and magical. There is no difference." I turned away from her, and performed a healing spell on my cut. I whirled around, and did the same for her, though she did not deserve it. I would not watch her die.

Harry took her to the Hospital wing. The unconscious ones we left. I turned to Draco.

He looked up at me. I released his bindings, and the curse preventing him from talking.

"I cannot tell you yet. I hope you still trust me."

I flung my arms around him, and held him close. "I love you," I whispered, despite the dread remaining in my stomach.