Okay, It's late, I know. I should have updated ages ago… My apologies…

To hotskittles: first of all, I wanna know where your name comes from. Because I like this skittle-things, they are really tasty, but I can't imagine what you mean by hotskittles…. Or maybe you mean nothing at all? .:shrug:. Oh, and by the way, I'm not pissed off. Just had to get these things out and you were there and critizised me and so you got the whole thing in your face, my apologies… Never meant to make you feel I'm pissed at you… Why should I? At least you were honest…

And now in General, to all of you, for I think quite a few of you have some opinions I do not share..:

Well, I do not see why 'my slash' should have a warning, for it was just a thing that popped into my mind and now I'm done with it, I will not describe the relationship in detail and I do not think I will have Hermione thinking about how they hold hands or anything… This is just not what this story is about. I think one should tolerate anyone who decides that he is homosexual, and if Harry and Ron do, you have to accept that.

But I WILL think about a rating-change (or maybe have done by now, when the chapter is up…) But I will NOT think about the rating because of the slash-thing, for I think that is not necessary.

Oh, and by the way, to ChEEkii MONkEY, I will go and review 'Inferno of Ardent Fire' sooner or later, but ASAP… I did by now

Oh, and to prevent misunderstandings: I'm not pissed off at anyone of my reviewers, I love you all!

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Hermione made her way down to breakfast early the next saturday. She was sure neither Harry nor Ron would be up this early and besides, she had an after-breakfast-meeting which she wanted to come fast…

She made her way over to the Gryffindor table, sitting down and looking over to the Slytherins. Only three people were there: Two second-year girls and him, Draco Malfoy, staring at her. His plate was empty and Hermione shot him a questioning look. He just shrugged and stood up, leaving the hall.

Hermione stared at the now closed door, shrugged herself and began to put toast on her plate, when the door opened again and Harry and Ron entered the room, coming straight over to where she sat.

Hermione hurriedly stood up, taking her things and left before one of them could stop them.

"You missed breakfast because of me?"

"No. I missed breakfast because… I didn't enjoy someone's company very much…"

Draco looked at her confused and Hermione sighed

"Ron, Harry and I, we… kinda borke up… you know how I mean this…"

"What, Potter and Weasel losing their brains? Oh, they are so fucked…. And why did you breake up?"

"They are ay, and…"

"HA! I knew they were! Oh my god, I knew they had something going on! Bloody hell, I…"

Hermione stood up "I should have never told you, Malfoy. I should have known you'd only be interested in making fun of my two supposed-to-be best friends! You didn't even listen to the rest I had to say. I was dumb enough to think you cared about me and I'm ashamed because of it. You're nothing but a spoiled brat and I do not know what made me come here again and again… I'm pathetic, but so are you…"

She turned and left the room, tears in her eyes.

Draco sat there, stunned. "Hermione…" He shook his head. Whispering names like awful soap-characters was nothing malfoy-ish. Stupid mudblood. Who did she think she was. As if he'd care, never would he… And what was her bloody problem? She had broken up with Potter and Weasel, so what? Why did it upset her when he made fun of them? She shouldn't bother… 'Must be the muggle-genes' he thought….

It was two hours later that Hermione shut her book with a loud 'thud' that made madame pince look at her angrily. Hermione put the book into her back and made her way out of the library. She just couldn't concentrate. What had made her think she could actually trust Malfoy? Heck, she had started to like him! She should have known hat all he was interested in was news about Harry and Ron… He was nothing but a selfish, spoiled…

Before Hermione could end her thought she landed flat on her back.

Draco stood, about two hours of insulting Hermione mentally, up and made his way to the library. He could as well go and burrow a good book, he wouldn't have anything better to do for the rest of term… He felt a slight resistance and looked up- There was nothing.

He just wanted to go on, when he stumbled over something on the floor and his cheek met the stone he had just been walking on.

He looked at what, or better who, semed to have made him stumble and saw a mass of frizzy brown hair.

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Oh, it's so short and the authors note is so long… I beg your pardon…