Ok, heres number 16. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Alcapacien- remember in the third book when Hermione told McGonigal about the broom, and that made Harry and Ron mad at her? Ok, heres the next chapter.

Hermione didn't want to wake up. She had spent the rest of her night attempting to get this incident off her mind. She had read almost every book in the room, Draco had told jokes, and he even did a few tricks to keep her occupied. She finally convinced him she was alright, and he left her in her bedroom. She was able to hold it in until she actually lay down to sleep, then the tears once again started to pour out.

Her mind was filled with questions, how had this happened, why would Harry and Ron refuse to understand? Didn't they know who much they were hurting her? Didn't they care? And then there was that tiny voice in the back of her head, the one that answered all of her questions. This happened because you don't deserve to be happy. Ron and Harry are finally seeing that you're nothing but bushy hair and a brain. Of course they know how much this hurts you, they enjoy you pain. Why would they care about you, to them, and everyone else in this school your worthless.

Never mind that everything this little voice said was untrue, in the mists of her sorrow Hermione found herself believing everything it said, as grieving people often do.

Finally she seemed to have exhausted herself enough to fall asleep. But it she had the worst dreams she had ever experienced. In her dreams she continued to be belittled, and Harry and Ron deserted her again. But then in the middle of it all a light shone through, it was a white knight riding on a green and sliver horse. He chased Harry and Ron away, retuning to scoop Hermione up onto his horse and took her out to a beautiful green meadow. "Your safe now, nothing can hurt you here," the knight said. He lifted the face plate off his helmet, and bent down to give her a light kiss. Then he took her off his horse, carried her over to a rock near the middle of the meadow and placed her on it. Fairies sprang up and began to dance around them. The knight turned and jumped on to his horse, riding off into the sunset.

If Hermione had awoken during that particular dream sequence, she might have been surprised to see Draco standing over and that she was drenched in yellow sparkles from his wand.

Draco knew he probably shouldn't have done it, dreams are meant to be places to work out issues, but he couldn't stand it any longer. He could hear her tossing and crying out from his bedroom, so he had snuck over to perform a sleeping charm. This one was meant to turn any dream into one of the spell casters choosing. Perhaps he'd gone a little over the top with the meadow and the fairies, but he couldn't stand to think of his Hermione in so much pain. And, he couldn't help but to feel that the entire thing was sort of all his fault. Once he was satisfied that the dream was going to hold he put away his wand. Yawning he went back to his own room, feeling good about what he had just done. And of course, he'd made himself the knight, so that was bond to remove any doubt Potty and Weasel may have cast in Hermione's mind.

But now the hours had past, and Hermione alarm clock was shrieking at her. But she didn't want to leave the security of her bed. It was warm and safe there, and the world was big and scary, especially today. In fact, for the first time in her life Hermione would have been just fine with skipping class. She didn't want to face them; she really didn't think she was strong enough to do that. And by now all of Gryffindor probably knew, or at least they knew Harry and Ron's side of the story. In fact, the whole school most likely knew, the rumor mill here was better then ten tabloid papers put together. Then again, if she didn't go out today, it would only be worse to go out the next, after the entire school has had that long to talk about it. And if the school didn't know yet, they would if she failed to show up for class, people would start asking questions, and Harry and Ron would be there to give answers. So it was settled then, she was going to class.

Hermione decided to skip breakfast. She could just imagine the looks they would give her if she were to walk up and sit anywhere near them, or even worse, they would ignore her completely. But then, the good voice inside of her reasoned, why should you care if they ignored you. Really you should be ignoring them. They are the ones, who've turned their back on you, and besides what do you need them for, you've got Draco now, who cares about them. Hermione couldn't help but wonder where this reassuring voice was last night. But what the voice said made Hermione almost completely forget her unhappiness as she was once again filled with a surge of anger.

But none the less, Hermione still decided to skip breakfast. She was sure something would happen, and who could eat when they were ready to chop someone's head off. But when breakfast was over she had to face them in their first class. Luckily it was history of Magic. She sat staring strait at Professor Binns, not daring to even look at Harry or Ron. She feared that if she did she would go insane and hex them both. Wouldn't that liven up this class?

In fact, the day wasn't half as bad as she had thought it would be. She hadn't focused this much on her classes since first year. She skipped lunch and instead went to the library. But after lunch she had to go to the class she was dreading the most, potions. Now this class would be the worst because Draco was there. Usually that would have made Hermione happy, but she really wasn't sure what Harry, or more, what Ron would do.

But once class had started Hermione was able to breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed Harry and Ron had decided to skip potions that day, rather then face Draco. That was just fine with her. In fact, that was the best class she had attended all day. With out Harry and Ron around she felt her anger relax, and when she felt Draco's anxious eyes flicking over to make sure she was alright every minute or so she couldn't help but to feel everything was going to work out.

Hermione also skipped dinner, even though they had missed potions, it was unlikely that Harry and Ron were going to skip super, especially Ron. Instead she went to her room, to start on the homework Snape had assigned.

When she heard a knock on the door a half an hour later her mind was so filled with the differences between two types of potions she naturally figured it would be Draco. It never occurred to her that Draco wouldn't need to knock, he had the password.

When she opened the door and saw who was standing there she made a decision. She was never going to open a door again in her life.

A/N- So, what do you think?