AN: another day another chapter... enjoy children.... the tigger says to enjoy....

Slam. Hermione shut her dormitory door. Luckily, she was the only one there. Truthfully, the last thing she wanted was to see or be questioned by her roommates. Malfoy made a pass at her. She wanted to laugh. The biggest muggleborn hater made a pass at her.

She did laugh, though it was hallow. It didnt make her feel any better, only worst. Harry and Rons comment was still wieghing down heavey on her mind. So they wanted to hate her? She knew what she needed to do. They burnt her down, and like a phoenix she needed to rise from her ashed with renewed strength. If only she could find that strenght.

"So what did you say to her?" Ron asked Malfoy when they met the next day out by the lake.

"Revenge mostly," the slytherin picked at his nail while leaning against the tree. "Told her I was gonna make those rumors burn her, hurt her, bring her down."

"Great," Harry grinned evily, "I hope we can get the little whore to cry."

Ron grinned and nodded in agreement, but Malfoy watched the forest with his eyes glazed over, an absent look on his face. "Now we just need to let her simmer in the juices we've given her. Her mind will make everything worst than it actually is. We can start some more stuff in a week or two. We are moving a bit fast." The two gryffindors nodded.

" Your right.We are moving fast. Next saturday we can all chat about what to do next." Harry and Ron turned to leave to head back to the castle.

"Wait," the two boys during to face Malfoy. He tosses a black velvet bag to them. "Give that to her."

Hermione lay on her bed, scribbling in her leatherbound journal. She looked up to see Harry standing in the doorway, his fist raised to knock on the ajar door. She sat up, and swung her legs over the bed. SHe ran a hand through her hand and she stood up and went to Harry.

"Yes?" her voice sounding annoyed already. He simply handed her a balck velvet bag. "Whats this?"

"To hell if i know. Its from your heart broked Draco." A few fourth years giggles as they carried on their way down the stairs. He smirk slightly. His once handsome features to heriome, dark. "I dont know why you would hurt him like this." His voice raised so teh fourhtyears downt eh hall could hear.

"Really now, why would I, a muggleborn, and him, a muggleborn hater, even date when people know wehate eachother." She smirk, satisfyed at Harry. "So, how is your slut? I heard she was gonna dump you and go back for thirds, or was its fourths, with Dean."

"Leave Ginny out of this, Mudblood." He spat and turned to walk away. His words stung her. Sure she was used to being called mudblood by Malfoy, but certainly not Harry. He always stood up for her when that word was thrown out into conversation. Her eyes started to sting with tears. She shut the door and fell into her bed, pulling the curtains. She still held the bag in her hand. She was afraid to open it. Who knows what Malfoy could have thrown in it?

She opened the curtains again and threw the bag towards the fireplace in the center of the room. The bag floated above the flames. Hermione rolled her eyes and fell back into her bed, closing the curtains agian. Lavender came into the room at that moments to see the familliar black bag above the fire and the closed cutrains. She went to the curtains and slide the open a little to find Hermione laying on the bed with her eyes closed.

"What do you want?" Hermione said.

"Oh," Lavender hadnt been expecting that, "I just wanted to see if you were awake and if that bag was your."

"The bag isnt mine. Its Malfoys." Her eyes flung open. Lavender gasped and her eyes went wide.

" Oh, okay. I was jsut uh, wondering. I'm going go now..." and she ran out of the room. Hermione groaned as the door shut.

Hermione knew what Lavender was gonna do. She was gonna tell everyone that Hermione did infact take the bag, which would mean taht what Harry, Ron, and Malfoy had been saying is true. Why did she except the bag? WHY!!! She was sure that Harry or Ron had sent Lavender up. She knew it, in the pit of her stomach. Maybe she shouldnt had tried to turn the tables.

"I dont need this, I dont need this, I dont need this." she muttered while squeezing her eyes tightly to prevent tears from leaking out. She wasnt going to cry over that, it wasnt worth her tears. All of this was getting to her, and fast. Why couldnt she put up more of a fight? The first week of school, and she is already crying over it. "Damn it, Hermione. What the hell is wrong with you?" she paused, and sighed deeply. "Yelling at yourself isnt going to help."

"And talking to yourslef wont help either." a voice said. hermione's head perked up and she looked around. She saw the painting, which was normaly empty, have the subject in it. It was of a fairy, But not any fairy, a grand, beautiful fairy. She raideated confidence, and the feeling that she owned the room. "I am Eleanor, of the Dark Elevn Forest. This is me, catured in time forever."

"Hi." Hermione said as she stood up from her bed and walked to the painting between her bed and Lavenders. "Can I help you with something?"

"Yes, you can answer a question for me," She thought for a moment, "is it true? You and that slytherin git?" Hermione was shocked, how could a portrait be so forward? She sigh and shook her head. It was getting a bit annoying to be having the same question asked over and over again. The portrait wasnt put down at her answer. "What evidence do you have? "

"Well first of all, he's a slytherin and I'm a gryffindor. Then he is the biggest muggleborn hater ever and I'm a muggleborn." she answered confidently. "Everyone knows we hate eachother."

"That isnt what I've heard. I heard that he is still inlove with you, and that you broke his heart.Your defense isnt too strong." The fairy replies, sitting down into the blue bell shaped flower. "Nasty rumors I've heard, mind you, I think they are true."

"Really now?" Hermione glared at the portrait. "Why is that?"

"You seem to be sulking around, hiding like you are right now." Eleanor smirked, " plus you have that bag of his. Whats in it?"

Hermione was dumbstruck. What was in the bag? She stood up and grabbed the bag she looked up at Eleanor to see her looking down at her eargerly. Hermione shifted uneasily and she pulled the strings gently to open it. Inside was a piece of parchment and a photo frame. She pulled out the photo frame and gre angry. It was a photo of her and Malfoy, with his arms around her.

"That dirty basturd. That dirty dirty Basturd!" She exclaimed and threw the picture against the wall. It hit the wall with a nasty shaattering sound, but did not break. Hermione jumpped onto the frame, trying to smash it, but nothing worked. Eleanor looked on with an amusment in her eyes.

"Your going to hurt your self more than that photo frame," she said, laughter in her voice. She sat up in her flower. "Whats the photo of?" the Fairy had an air of supiorness when she said that.

"Well, lets think? If im jumping on it, trying to break it, what could it be?" The bushy haired girl said mockingly.

"It could be many things," Eleanor said innocently. "Now bring it here silly girl!"

"No." hermione replied flattly and stuffed it back intot he black bag, pulling out the parachment next.

It read:

"Dearest Hermione,

My love, why are you denying me so? Cant you see how much you've hurt me? I want to proclaim my love to you for all of the world to hear. I want everyone to know of my love for you. I do love you, even if you are hurting me. Please, please come back to me. I want to hold you in my arms again and listen to the soft beating of your heart. I want to feel teh steady rise and fall of your chest as you breath.

Very Truely yours,

Draco"

"At least let me see that," the fairy tried once more.

"Fine, but its all rubbish." Hermione held the letter up for the portrait to read. The fairy's grew wide with delight as she read.

"Are you sure this is rubbish? He seems very sincere."

"Im positive! Nothing happened between us," Hermione said, regretting letting the gossip fairy read it.

"Go to him," Eleanor said as she stood up, smoothing out her dress. She looked at with wisdon in her eyes. "Go to him and ask about this." And she exited the portrait frame. Frustrated, Hermionethrew the black bag onto her bed after carefully securing it shut and left her dorm.

Its a cliffy... only becasue I know what happens next.

Okay, and there is Chapter 5. Im sorry it took so long to type, but as you can see, its a long one. or atleast it hink its lonmg. I dont have alot of time to type away liek i did during the summer, but ill do my best. I really really believe in this fic more than the others. Well if you liek reply, if you dont tehn dont reply, either way it doesnt bother me. Im starting up chappie numero 6 after this is posted. Still not using spellcheck cuz im haveing trouble getting it, so please excuse those minor mistakes. I went through and checked, but i still may have missed something.

Enjoy and Happy Turkey day!

CornBread