AN: okay, here it is, i mean to make it long but if it isnt, plese dont take my head!!! I kind of need, because, well, school is coming, and well it may be kind of odd going to school without my head... heh, ill shut up now and write the chapter....

Amour Lily- im gonna try to make htis one long for ya!

HiddenFlame42- Thanx for reviewing.

DW- im sorry my lovely dear, but this isnt a draco/hermione... but jsut for you to gush your little heart out im putting in some scenes.. ;) i know you love me for it!

Onward to the chapter!!!!

Her Shadow

They day went by and neither Ron nor Harry had spoken to Hermione since breakfast. She was trying to focus on her her classes for the day but how could anyone focus on introductions? Once they day was over, everyone rested in their common rooms. Hermione sat in a corner, with all her lesson books around her. Harry and Ron sat across the common room playing their wizards chess by the fire. They kept daring looks hermiones way, then quickly turning back snickering, and smirking.

'What are they up to?' she thought as she stopped to write down some notes. Just as she put down her pen she saw taht Neville was standing in front of her, confusion written all over his face.

"Her-Hermione?" He squeaked, looking nerves.

"Yes, Neville? How can I help you?" she smiled up at him, she always did like Neville.

"I, uh, heard in the, uh, hall way that you, um, did some things with, uh, Malfoy. Is that, um, true?" Neville had become very pale, and a pink tinge dance along his cheeks.

Hermione frowned, "What kind of things?" His only response was his pink tinge in his cheeks turning brighter, into a slight red, causing her frown deeped more. "No, its not true. You know i would never do anyhting like that, especially a muggleborn hater like Malfoy! Who said all this?"

"Do you really want to know?" she nodded, and he took a deep breath, glanceing over to Harry and Ron, who were smirking openly as they playede chess, both wearing smug looks. "Harry and Ron"

Hermione felt rage and hurt streak through her all at one. Why are they doing this? Hermione had a quick vision of her and malfoy, then shuddered. 'Wrong.. sooooo wrong,' she thought, and felt as though she was going to become sick, but her rage soon was over taking the hurt. She wanted to get back at the duo, oh how baddly she did. She stood up and walked over to the duo.

"Hey guys, what are you doing?" she said innocently, but a blaze of rage was trying to hide with difficulty in her eyes. Neither of them looked up at her, but focused on the chessboard infront of them.

"Hello Hermione," Harry said after he told the knight to go to G5. "How may we help you?" He looked up at her.

"Oh nothing really, i was jsut wondering if I could have a word or two with you two," she had her hands behind her back and bit her bottom lip.

Ron nodded in agreement, "We could use some air."

So the three of them left the common room, and headed towards the Great Hall. Hermione was vaguely aware that all eyes were on the three.

Great Hall

"Sooo," hermione rounded on them once she was sure noone was around, "Whats all this smack about Malfoy and I? You guys think thats cute?"

Harry rolled his eyes, "You, 'Mione?" he said mockingly, "You just cant take a hint. Sure your book smart, but other than that you have nothing. We dont like you! I dont know how you figured out that we plan to stir shit up, but we will. You have hung around for to long, and we want you gone!"

A stabing pain went into her chest. She knew they didnt do it, but ina way they did. They wanted to bring her down. Holding her face she cursed her eyes, she knew that they were betraying her by showing her hurt. Why was everything and everyone betraying her?? What did she do to deserve this?

"Harrys right, you know. Malfoys right too, you are a worthless filthy little mudblood. I dont know why I even wasted my time on you. You dont deserve anymore of it either. And of course, we will stir shit up, and plenty of it. I hoep you enjoy the smell." Ron spat at her. They both turned to go back to the tower, leaving Hermione standing infront of the Great Hall alone.

"Well, well, well, the little mudblood is once more betrayed, and left alone in the dark cold castle." The icy voice came from behind her. She knew who it was, jsut by the vibes he sent her way.

"What do you want from me, Malfoy? To see me in my darkest hour?" She turned to him, trying to hold in her tears. The last thing she needed was to cry infront of him, anyone but him.

Malfoy considered for a moment, then nodded. "That has always been my goal, as Im sure you know." His eyes scanned over her, sending chills down her back. "You know mudblood? To make those rumors true would make everything even better." His eyebrows wiggled suggestively.

"Really now? A muggleborn hater like your self with me? I thought you would avoid such a thing." ROlling her eyes at him, she turned to walk away.

Not wanting to be put down, he said after her, "Just think of how baddly I could make those rumors. I can jsut hear it now, 'Did you hear that know-it-all granger was begging for Draco to take her into his bed again? That, he says she is the worst he EVER had?'" he sighed contently when she stopped, "Thats jsut the beguining. There are plently of people here who dont liek you, and will help bring you down."

"Im sure, but why would they do it? Just to see me alone? To watch people laugh at me? Revenge is stupid. People should forgive and forget." She spoke with ehr back to him.

"No, you just havent had the knife go deep enough that you want to pull it out, and turn it on the enemy." He told her, "You arent totally realistic on your revenge theory. Admirable, yes, but not realistic."

She turned to face him to find that his eyes were once more scaning over her body. She suddenly felt a hot streak go down her back, and a tingle immeadiately after. What? Why was this happeneing? Malfoy critcizing her revenge theory, him checking her out lieka book from the library, him causeing her so much pain, yet that tingle.Something is wrong, she told her self. Her head isnt on straight, with all this mess going on. She needed to sleep.

"Well, if you are dont discussing with me about revenge, Im going." and she left for her tower, leaving Malfoy behind her.

What was going on? Why was all this happening. Only the first day, and all this drama? She didnt want all of it. She just wanted everything to be perfect, like it was before. Everything was fine, but now this. Ron and harry, and as it sounded a million other people wanted her down and out. to watch her suffer, but for what? Getting higher scores than them ona few tests? Answering more questions correctly than them? Something wasnt fright. She wanted to fight it all, but how can she fight with no one to support her?

AN: Okay... there is it... Its not much, but you can get over it. I jsut wanted to put in that little bit. Sorry for the long delay of an update. School started and i didnt want to be left behind in it all. Once this is posted im off to write my essays due for History, and tackle the rest of my article for Journalism. Wish me luck!!

Note: i did not write this line. The awesome auther, Iris Johansen wrote it. But i thought i would've fit perfectly in that spot. So, im givng all credit for that line to Ms. Iris Johansen...

'you just havent had the knife go deep enough that you want to pull it out, and turn it on the enemy'

Still now word on mircosoft office so, the spelliung is still, chances are, and problem so im looking for a spellchecker i can d/l off hte net. the next chappie should be a-okay for spelling. But please excuse this chappie's spelling errors.

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