"Help me, Draco!" he repeated the words to himself. "She talked. But how can I help her when I don't know what's wrong?" He brushed his hair back into his eyes and smiled at his reflection

Hermione sat in the back of the library writing in her journal.

I seriously don't know what's wrong with me! I talked to him! I asked him for his help! I mean I have hardly talked to anybody but I talked to him. He constantly tells me that he loves me but it can never be. We're just too different. He's pure and I'm not. He's gorgeous and I'm not. I miss my computer and my big fluffy bed. I want to go home. Shit is too complicated here. I'm so confused. Should I do what's in my heart?

She glanced up and saw Draco coming. Hermione slammed her journal shut, shoved it into her bad and started to leave the library. She tried to walk past Draco but...

He shot out his hand and pulled her into the dimly lit corner near the Restricted Section. Once again he pressed his boy against hers so that she was pinned between him and the cold brick wall.

"Dr-Malfoy no!" but he paid no attention to her plea. He roughly pressed his lips against hers supporting her head with his hand. He kissed her so passionately that she had no choice but to moan.

As Hermione moaned into Draco's mouth she got the sudden urge to cut herself. With all her strength she pushed Draco off of her relieving her body of his wonderful weight. Gasping for breath she sank to her knees and held her left wrist. She glanced up at Draco to make sure that he wasn't watching but...

Draco could not keep his eyes off her. He wanted to hold her and to tell her that everything would be okay but when she grabbed her wrist he was reminded of the blood thing. But was his father's rules more important than helping a person in need. As he was thinking this he had noticed that she had begun to calm down and was glad for that.

He sat on the floor next to her and pulled her to him.

"You okay Mudblood?" He asked her again.

"Just fine Pureblood!" She answered breathing evenly for that one sentence.

Hermione began to get up to leave but Draco pulled her back down.

"Don't go!" he begged.

She looked up into his eyes and saw that he was serious. Needing to be comforted she stayed and

snuggled into him closer. He kissed her forehead and smiled down at her.

"I love you, Hermione!" He whispered.

Hermione stared up at him horrified. She couldn't take him saying that now! Just when everything was going to be slightly okay.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Silence.

"Please talk to me!" he begged her.

Still silence.

"Damn Hermione! How can you not talk to me! I love you god damn it!"

Hermione stared up into his eyes and blinked stupidly.

"I- I- I don't know!" she stuttered.

"I love you too. I guess!"

"You guess! Well...If that is all I can get for now! Just remember that I'm here for you."

"Well...well...well! What do we have here? Isn't this cozy?" Pansy said stepping out of the shadows.

"Sod off Pansy!" said Draco

"Nope! I'd like to hear everything so that I can tell my future father-in-law." She said with a wicked grin.

Hermione had taken the opportunity a a blessing and slipped away from the dueling duo.

Hermione walked quickly and quietly back to her dorm. She opened the door and lay quietly on her bed. Once again she cried, she cried for telling him that she loved him. She wasn't leading him on. Well...not exactly.

Hermione stretched one hand over to her bedside table and picked up an envelope.

"Strange..." she muttered, "I don't remember that being here this morning."

Sliding her thumb under the flap she opened the letter and spilled the contents onto her bed. The neon yellow index card caught her attention right away. She picked it up gingerly and turned it over. A sly smile played across her lips. "7th Year Initiation Dear Night" Still smiling she read her dear.

Go into Hogsmeade wearing a bra and panties.

Then sing a song in the Three Broomsticks.

Take a picture of yourself performing the dare.

Report back to the GCR (Gryffindor Common Room) where all dares will be evaluated.

She looked at the other things lining her bed. A nametag, a microphone, and two sample pieces of fabric, with a note attached.

Find this fabric, make your "costume" and enjoy.

Smiling more broadly she went and searched for the black fabric. Completely disregarding the cotton pink one.

Draco climbed out of bed and crawled his way to the bathroom. Lined along the mirror that Friday morning were five envelopes. Draco scanned then for his name. He didn't have to look far because his name was printed neatly on the first envelope.

He picked it up and opened it. His dare read:

For your 7th year initiation you will have to:

Sneak into Hogsmeade

Buy 20 pounds of chocolate.

Sit at the table closest to the stage in the Three Broomsticks.

After the act before you; you MUST recite a poem about chocolate.

You MUST do this wearing a bra and tight leather pants

As this is happening have somebody take your picture.

Then return to the SCR (Slytherin Common Room) for your dare evaluation.

Draco laughed to himself. "I've done worse that this!" he said. Smiling...Smirking(a/n sorry) he showered and got dressed.

Saturday came too slowly in Hermione's opinion. She quietly slipped into her bra and thong and put on her cloak. She quickly went through the front doors and then through the double gates then she was free. Dare Night was exactly what Hermione needed.

She slipped quietly into the Three Broomsticks and walked onto the stage. She threw off her cloak and said a spell to make the music pump throughout the pub. Closing her eyes she began. In the middle of her song she had was going to have Tom, the bartender, take her picture.

Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again

I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That i'm the one confused

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit
Tonight

Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again

I'll paint it on the walls
'Cause i'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm breaking the habit
Breaking the Habit
Tonight

As the song ended she opened her eyes.

"Finite!" she muttered.

Hermione looked out into the crowd and smiled. But the one thing she had not expected was...