Okay, I'm back you guys! Typing out the story, like you do. It's a copy off the last chapter. Haha, fill in chapter... MUAHAHAHA, I'm such a liar.

Last chapter: Draco and Hermione shared a late night bath,

"I don't know" Hermione said smiling, Draco hugged her. His hands wrapped around her neck. He kissed her gently on the lips. Hermione pushed against him and he moved his hands to her hips. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck letting his tongue do the work. He moved his hands off her hips and slid them up her back. He pulled away.

"What's those scars on your back Hermione?" Draco asked her, Hermione paused.

She stopped.

Dead.

There was a long few moments,

"What scars?" She asked leaning against the side of the bathtub,

"The bumps on your back. They can only be scars and they've never been there before" Draco said, "Well, Hermione you better start telling the truth to me now" Draco was confused,

"They've always been there," Hermione, said quietly looking at the bubbles in the bath as if they were flashing with all the different colours of the spectrum. Even though this could happen at Hogwarts, and could happen with magic the bubbles were not flashing. In fact they weren't doing anything particularly special, just bubbling really. "Con-"

"Cealment charm" He finished with a sigh, "Where are they from?"

"It doesn't matter" Hermione wasn't sure she was ready to tell him yet, plus the fact if he knew about her dad there was no way he'd let her home for Christmas,

"Does to me"

"I don't care" Hermione said raising her voice slightly, "This shit isn't about you is it?" Her voice was rising higher with every syllable, "It isn't your back is it? SO maybe you should just shut the fuck up!"

"Thanks for telling me that in a decent decibel range" Draco said sarcastically, "I know it isn't my back, I know whatever shit it is isn't about me, but maybe I shouldn't shut up. You're my girlfriend, and I want to fucking know what's up with you and who's hurting you. Is it such a crime to want to protect you?"

"Well, it's over now, so you have no one and nothing to protect me from" Hermione said, though she knew it was a lie she meant it. He couldn't protect her, and he wasn't going to try.

"I JUST WANT TO KNOW!" Draco shouted, "WHY IS THAT SUCH A PROBLEM?"

"Because it's my problem not yours" Hermione sighed, "My life, not yours"

"How are we meant to be together when you tell me jack shit about you?"

"Maybe we aren't meant to be together?" Hermione said, regretting it immediately,

"Is that how you feel? Is that how you fucking feel? Forget it then. Might as well forget it ever happened at the same time" He got out of the tub and wrapped a green towel around his middle and walked out, slamming the door furiously behind him.

"Shit" Hermione muttered and got out of the bath. She wrapped the towel around herself and picked up her pyjamas. She walked out of the door shutting it quietly behind her. She went back into her bedroom and after a while fell asleep. In the bedroom across the hall it was a much different story. He went back to his bedroom, got in bed but didn't fall asleep. He stared at the ceiling wondering about his Hermione.

"But she's not mine anymore" He muttered.

Hermione woke up after an hour of sleep. And just sat staring at the ceiling. Wondering what she could do. What she could possibly do.

Draco's POV

This is great bloody great. Stupid Hermione! Why won't she tell me anything? Does she think I'll throw it back in her face or something? I mean I used to, all the time but now I wouldn't. I wouldn't dream of it, think about it and I especially wouldn't do it.

So what is her problem?

I... She frustrates me so much. All her personal phone calls and time alone. I didn't even really know what a mobile phone was until today. And she swans in pexting and receiving all these calls.

I hate her.

Well, I don't. I just... I don't know. I just hate it when she is like this.

What do I have to do?

Kiss her? Already have

Fuck her? Already have

Befriend her? Already have

Talk with her? Already have

Ask her? Already have

What more can I do? Nothing.

Hermione's POV

What am I meant to do? Tell him everything? I don't think so. It's not as if he hasn't got any secrets. It's not as if he tells me everything. It's not as if he'd tell me if it were him, is it? I mean maybe but he wouldn't tell it me all. That would just be stupid.

End of POV

"Morning" Hermione said in a tone she often used with Ron, in previous years. It was that kind of friendly but polite tone, a tone that one usually uses when they're secretly afraid of the person they're talking to or secretly hate the person they're talking to. It was about 6 O'clock in the morning,

"Morning Hermione" Draco said in a tone to rival hers. Draco sat on the sofa doing some homework and Hermione sat curled up in a chair reading a book that was titled 'The 212 uses of deadly fungi, and how to use".

Draco looked up at Hermione's head, which was bent down to read her book, and he glared at it. Hermione looked up at Draco's head that had only just resumed its place following the words he was writing down and glared at it. They continued in this childish manner, each oblivious to the other's glares.

"I'm going to get dressed" Hermione said after a long period of silence. She went upstairs and into her room. She looked at her hair and decided now, of all times, was time for a change. She went into the bathroom and turned the taps on. She walked into her bedroom and rifled through her draws. She was in especially dark mood and was looking for some particular clothes.

"Ah hah!" She said loudly. She stripped off her clothes and grabbed some clean underwear and a towel from her drawers she kept them in her arms then yanked out some clothes. Presumably the ones she wanted as she put them on her bed.

She stalked into the bathroom and turned the taps off. Then she opened the mirror and pulled out some muggle hair dye.

She was in the bathroom for a good hour and came back out with black hair and only her underwear on. She looked at her results and did a quick drying spell on it. She was happy with the results. She went into her bedroom and left her towel on the floor. She then grabbed the black corset off the bed and put it on. She then did a knot spell on it as she couldn't ask Draco. It was quite tight but she didn't care. She then put on a black, red and white pleated skirt that had two black leather strips and side buckles on. She did the skirt up then put on some fishnets and black on black converses. The skirt was about 20cm above her knee.

She stomped down the stairs.

"I'm going for breakfast" She said and walked out of the room. On the way she bumped into Harry, Luna, Blaise and Ginny,

"Where's Draco?" Harry asked,

"In the common room. I'm going for breakfast. Later" She sounded rather cold and the four pupils exchanged looks, Harry opened his mouth to talk but she'd walked off already.

"Well..." Ginny said, "That's... er..."She was quiet for a moment, "Never mind" She said walking on.

Hermione walked into the great hall and looked around for somewhere to sit. Then Terry Boot walked up behind her. He wasn't a Goth but probably the only punk in Hogwarts,

"Wanna sit?" He asked casually,

"Sure" Hermione said following him to the prefect's table. Hermione grabbed some toast and stabbed at it with her knife furiously until all she was left with was a few tatters of bread smeared in butter, "Whoops" She said sarcastically,

"Is everything okay?" Terry asked,

"Well..."
Much thanks go to Miarae who beta'd this for me! She's my ol' ramblin' pal! So, you all have to check her out! Please review, they are much loved. And they will be replied on the next little chaplette. Love you all for reading!

N.B - I do try write a lot in my chapters, it's jsut sometimes it's ahrd because you need to clear ideas out in your head. I'll try make my chapters longer. Much love to all