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For the next few weeks Hermione was able to mostly avoid other people. With the exception of classes, performing her duties as Head Girl, and the occasional visit to the library she stayed inside her rooms. She had even convinced Draco to change the password, so the Harry and Ron could no longer get in. Her grades had even risen a little, because that was all she had to do with her spare time. Her papers were all ways twice as long as they had to be. If any of the teachers saw this as strange, they said nothing. In fact, they almost enjoyed it, they didn't even have to read her papers anymore, they simply gave her a hundred percent right off the bat. Except for Snape, he looked her papers over, trying to find the tiniest mistakes, but he never found any. But even the busiest of teachers should have noticed that Hermione didn't practically jump out of her seat trying to answer questions. She now preferred to sort of fade out of the picture. The whole school knew what had happened now. Or, they knew that something had happened at least, that the golden trio was a trio no more. Ron was enjoying his knew found popularity. Suddenly he was able to get any girl he wanted. This week it was Susan Bones. It seemed that no one had bothered to notice that something was wrong with Hermione. No one but Draco that was. He had noticed she was attempting to fade into the walls every time she walked down a busy hallway. He had also noticed that the only person she ever talked to was Ginny. She never went anyway near the Gryffindor common room anymore. She even avoided the portrait in their common room which lead to the Gryffindor common room. And he had also noticed that she rarely ever ate anymore. She never went to the great hall, and the house elves hadn't been very fond of her since she staged an attempted rebellion in the sixth year. Not that he cared of course, but how would it look on him if something was to happen to the head girl. So one day he decided to do something about it. He walked down to the kitchens and got an assortment of foods. When he reached the common room he set it right in front of the chair where she was engrossed.
"What do you think your doing?" he asked her.
Hermione looked up confused. "What on earth are you going on about now?"
"Why would you starve your self?" he replied. "What possible good could it do other then eventually kill you?"
"I'm doing no such thing!"
"Oh, when was the last time that you went to the Great Hall?"
"Well, I"
"I thought so, and when did you last go down to the kitchens for more then a brief snack?"
"Well, I umm..."
"Right, well then. Here you are," he said pointing at the basket of food.
"I didn't even realize it had been that long since I last ate," she said as she reached for a bun.
"I'm going to go out now, by the time I come back I want you to have eaten everything in that basket." With that he tuned to go. Draco walked up to the Gryffindor common room and stood out side the portrait, bargaining with it.
"But I just need to go in for a second; I'm on a mission for the head girl."
"The answer is still no, you cannot get in without the password." Replied the (A/N- I couldn't remember the name, is it the fat lady or the pink lady?) Fat Lady.
"Fine, is there someway you could call for the person I need. I just need to talk to Ginny Weasley, that's all."
"Well you needn't go around threatening the portraits just to find me," said Ginny as she walked up behind him.
"Agg! Oh, don't sneak up on people like that!" he replied, clutching his heart.
"I wouldn't call it sneaking when you're the one lurking outside of my common room."
"Right, well. I'm not here to just idly chitchat. Your friends with Granger aren't you?"
"Yes," said a rather puzzled Ginny.
"Ok, well then I'm sure you've noticed how depressed she has been lately.
"Yes, but I figured she would be snapping out of it soon."
"Well, that's really not likely. She's only eating right now because I'm forcing her. So I have a proposition for you."
"What kind of a proposition?"
"The first Hogsmead trip of the year is coming up this weekend right," he said.
"Yes, but what's your point."
"You are going to take Hermione with you, no matter how many curses you have to fire to get her out of the castle. I'm going to give you some money if you agree, and you are going to find something to give her a change. Buy her a new set of robes, cut her hair, I don't care what you do, just do something to keep her from moping around."
"Ok, I will. But why do you care, shouldn't you be happy that she's upset?" Ginny said, once again puzzled.
"Well, I don't care; it's just getting very annoying to always have her moping around the common room. All I want is for things to go back to normal. Do you have any idea how much harder it's getting to even think I have a chance of beating her grades? My father is going to kill me for it if I don't do something to stop her soon." And Draco tried to convince himself that everything he was saying was true. When his father found out the mudblood was pulling even farther ahead of him, he was sure he'd find himself being punished. And wanting her to stop moping had nothing to do with how his heart seemed to pull every time he saw the sad look on her face. It was becoming hard to convince himself that it was a feeling of disgust. He caught Ginny looking back at him with disbelieve. "Look, I don't bloody care what your silly little girl mind is thinking now, I just want her to stop being so pathetic. Would you want to attempt at doing homework with some stupid little mudblood sniveling in the corner."
Ginny's look immediately turned from one of confusion to one of disgust. "Fine, I'll do it. But only because Hermione is my dearest friend, and I want to see her happy again, I could care less if you find anything about her current state distracting. Good day Mr. Malfoy." And with that she said the password and stormed into the common room. Draco felt his body flood with relief. He had been almost afraid that she was going to refuse. As he walked back to his room, Draco could only hope that these feelings he seemed to be developing would leave as soon as Granger got her life back on track. Then he could go back to hating all of the Gryffindors in peace. (Or so he thought).
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For the next few weeks Hermione was able to mostly avoid other people. With the exception of classes, performing her duties as Head Girl, and the occasional visit to the library she stayed inside her rooms. She had even convinced Draco to change the password, so the Harry and Ron could no longer get in. Her grades had even risen a little, because that was all she had to do with her spare time. Her papers were all ways twice as long as they had to be. If any of the teachers saw this as strange, they said nothing. In fact, they almost enjoyed it, they didn't even have to read her papers anymore, they simply gave her a hundred percent right off the bat. Except for Snape, he looked her papers over, trying to find the tiniest mistakes, but he never found any. But even the busiest of teachers should have noticed that Hermione didn't practically jump out of her seat trying to answer questions. She now preferred to sort of fade out of the picture. The whole school knew what had happened now. Or, they knew that something had happened at least, that the golden trio was a trio no more. Ron was enjoying his knew found popularity. Suddenly he was able to get any girl he wanted. This week it was Susan Bones. It seemed that no one had bothered to notice that something was wrong with Hermione. No one but Draco that was. He had noticed she was attempting to fade into the walls every time she walked down a busy hallway. He had also noticed that the only person she ever talked to was Ginny. She never went anyway near the Gryffindor common room anymore. She even avoided the portrait in their common room which lead to the Gryffindor common room. And he had also noticed that she rarely ever ate anymore. She never went to the great hall, and the house elves hadn't been very fond of her since she staged an attempted rebellion in the sixth year. Not that he cared of course, but how would it look on him if something was to happen to the head girl. So one day he decided to do something about it. He walked down to the kitchens and got an assortment of foods. When he reached the common room he set it right in front of the chair where she was engrossed.
"What do you think your doing?" he asked her.
Hermione looked up confused. "What on earth are you going on about now?"
"Why would you starve your self?" he replied. "What possible good could it do other then eventually kill you?"
"I'm doing no such thing!"
"Oh, when was the last time that you went to the Great Hall?"
"Well, I"
"I thought so, and when did you last go down to the kitchens for more then a brief snack?"
"Well, I umm..."
"Right, well then. Here you are," he said pointing at the basket of food.
"I didn't even realize it had been that long since I last ate," she said as she reached for a bun.
"I'm going to go out now, by the time I come back I want you to have eaten everything in that basket." With that he tuned to go. Draco walked up to the Gryffindor common room and stood out side the portrait, bargaining with it.
"But I just need to go in for a second; I'm on a mission for the head girl."
"The answer is still no, you cannot get in without the password." Replied the (A/N- I couldn't remember the name, is it the fat lady or the pink lady?) Fat Lady.
"Fine, is there someway you could call for the person I need. I just need to talk to Ginny Weasley, that's all."
"Well you needn't go around threatening the portraits just to find me," said Ginny as she walked up behind him.
"Agg! Oh, don't sneak up on people like that!" he replied, clutching his heart.
"I wouldn't call it sneaking when you're the one lurking outside of my common room."
"Right, well. I'm not here to just idly chitchat. Your friends with Granger aren't you?"
"Yes," said a rather puzzled Ginny.
"Ok, well then I'm sure you've noticed how depressed she has been lately.
"Yes, but I figured she would be snapping out of it soon."
"Well, that's really not likely. She's only eating right now because I'm forcing her. So I have a proposition for you."
"What kind of a proposition?"
"The first Hogsmead trip of the year is coming up this weekend right," he said.
"Yes, but what's your point."
"You are going to take Hermione with you, no matter how many curses you have to fire to get her out of the castle. I'm going to give you some money if you agree, and you are going to find something to give her a change. Buy her a new set of robes, cut her hair, I don't care what you do, just do something to keep her from moping around."
"Ok, I will. But why do you care, shouldn't you be happy that she's upset?" Ginny said, once again puzzled.
"Well, I don't care; it's just getting very annoying to always have her moping around the common room. All I want is for things to go back to normal. Do you have any idea how much harder it's getting to even think I have a chance of beating her grades? My father is going to kill me for it if I don't do something to stop her soon." And Draco tried to convince himself that everything he was saying was true. When his father found out the mudblood was pulling even farther ahead of him, he was sure he'd find himself being punished. And wanting her to stop moping had nothing to do with how his heart seemed to pull every time he saw the sad look on her face. It was becoming hard to convince himself that it was a feeling of disgust. He caught Ginny looking back at him with disbelieve. "Look, I don't bloody care what your silly little girl mind is thinking now, I just want her to stop being so pathetic. Would you want to attempt at doing homework with some stupid little mudblood sniveling in the corner."
Ginny's look immediately turned from one of confusion to one of disgust. "Fine, I'll do it. But only because Hermione is my dearest friend, and I want to see her happy again, I could care less if you find anything about her current state distracting. Good day Mr. Malfoy." And with that she said the password and stormed into the common room. Draco felt his body flood with relief. He had been almost afraid that she was going to refuse. As he walked back to his room, Draco could only hope that these feelings he seemed to be developing would leave as soon as Granger got her life back on track. Then he could go back to hating all of the Gryffindors in peace. (Or so he thought).
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