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Chapter Eight: But First I Need One

'He was having dreams, or nightmares, about her!'
 Hermione got up and decided she didn't care, for once, about what the rules said, right now they were killing her! She looked in her drawer and got out some nice and comfy clothes, jeans and a t-shirt, and made sure everyone was asleep. She assesed that all the wizards and witches in the room were safely unconious and she didn't have to go to the bathroom to change.
She finished dressing in quite literaly in twenty-one seconds flat, shoes and all. This was quite an aconplishment concidering it took her two hours to get dressed for the dance that was only two weeks before. Her eyes flashed with hate as she gave one last look at Draco, the boy who helped her ruin her life, and according to him she'd screwed up his pretty badly too.
Hermione grabbed her coat and threw it on. She remembered every wasted moment this year. All the time she spent with Draco trying to make her ex jeolous when she could've just spent time with her ex, and Harry.
She walked down the halls in dismay. She regreted everything it meant, to be his girlfriend. It meant torturing one of her two best friends, it meant living a lie, it even meant having to endure being kissed by a guy who treated dirt better than he treated her. It meant letting Ron possibly move on, and her having to let go.
Hermione snuck into the library and read for hours, she even cried a little. But for the first time in what seemed like forever, it wasn't because of her life, she was just reading a sappy book that resembled it. Draco walked into the library and Hermione found herself being torn apart, as if dementors were sucking the life out of her.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" She glared at him as he sat down.
"You forgot something." He smirked at his future cleverness.
"And what might that be?"
"To break off our buisness agreement," Draco said, still smirking.
"I thought you would have gotten the measage when I said I wanted to kill you. I forgot you needed things spelled out for you, how careless of me." Draco nearly spat at her words
"This's me spelling it out," she leaned in,"I'm not your bloody girlfriend. That clear enough for you?"
"Yeah, I think it is, Mudblood," he replied indignantly.
"Well don't think too long, you might hurt yourself."
"Well isn't that sweet! It's nice to know you care." Draco was in a particuraly bad mood and stomped off.
"I never said I did, you conceeded jackass," Hermione muttered under her breath, and then left.
Her stomach grumbled and remembered that it was almost time for breakfast. She walked down to the Great Hall and plopped down next to Ginny. "Hey, Hermione! How are you, you look really tired, where are your Hogwarts robes?"
"Oops, I forgot to change! I'll be right back, save me a seat! Thanks Ginny!" Hermione yelled as she ran to her dorm.

(mean while)
 Draco was changing in the dorm since everyone was eating breakfast. He was just in his boxers when Hermione burst in the room, she imediatly bolted out of the room as soon as she saw him. He knew she was blushing and he could feel himself blushing, too. He went to the common room whereing his robes, this time.
"What did you need?" he asked Hermione.
"Isn't it obvious? I need my robes, stupid!" Hermione stated as she walked in the dorm leaving Draco behind. 'He was really hot, and his muscules were really nice-I can't think of that loser like that! That's gross!' Hermione was so caught up in her thoughts all morning she wasn't even paying attention to her classes. The afternoon came very slowly for Hermione and she must have blushed at least twenty more times. Over a guy!

"Hermione, you ok?" Harry asked in a conserned voice.
"Yes, Harry, I am fine. I am just a little tired."
"Went walking around in the library last night?" Harry asked knowingly.
"Yes, Harry, and would you quit spying on me with your stupid map." Hermione more of told him than asked in a somewhat angry tone.
"Awe, you're no fun! So I noticed you and Malfoy..."
"Shut up Harry! I don't wanna talk about it." She looked away, then at her feet.
"Lousy git! What'd he do."
"He was pretending we were still going out, and being a total jerk."

"When did you break up?" Harry was very confused, last he saw they were kissing in front of the portrait hole.
"We never really went out, it was just to make Ron jealous. Oh, Harry, I feel aweful! What did I do? I was being so immature!" Hermione felt guilty and Harry could tell.
"Why don't you just tell him how you feel, I am sure he will understand."
"No! Harry, you have to promise not to tell Ron! I feel to guilty to let him know, I could never get back together with him, I don't want him to get hurt again." she cried onto Harry's shoulder.
"Hermione, stop crying, it's not all that bad. We're still your friends. I'll always be here for you. You're like family to me and Ron, we could never abandon you, no matter what you've done."
"I'm sure I could think of somthing." Harry laughed, and Hermione began to smile back.
"Only if you joined Voldemort," Harry proclaimed jokingly. He punched her shoulder playfully and replied to her grim expresion. "Awe, I was only kidding!"
"Harry, stay away from me, you are just like the rest of them! I don't ever want to see you trucking sons of witches again! You got that? Stay the fudge away!!!" Hermione screamed as she sprinted off.
Hermione knocked down a suit of armor so Harry couldn't follow her and then she leaped over a kid who was picking up his books, who was idenified as Neville two seconds later. Harry just stared at her, he'd never seen her this angry before, and he'd seen her pretty mad.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she ran to her dorm, shoving Draco agaisnt the stones on the walls as she lept up the steps. It was then that Draco that he couldn't be mad at her, she needed her friends and he was one of them. He decided at that moment to help her get them back, he made it wrong for her, and he was gonna make it right. Even if it made his life hell, he didn't care. He was going to make her realize that he was not a stupid git. Just like she made him realize that he was not worthless. He loved her even if even if she didn't feel the same way about him.
He needed a plan, and a good one at that. 'I will owl Harry and Ron with my plan...but first I need one...'

A/N: Dun Dun DUN! Ha! History ALWAYS and we mean always repeats itself! cackles evily in the backround! I'm ok, alright I lied, I'm never ok, I have issues... just kidding everybody! (Clesto)