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Draco looked at Hermione who was gazing off into space then and cleared his throat. "Is there a specific point that you want me to start at?" asked Draco smirking at Hermione.

"Meaning…"

Draco rolled his eyes and said, "You'd think that a person like you who knows everything would know what I'm talking about."

Hermione smiled showing her now perfect teeth and said, "You think I know everything? I hate saying this, but that's very nice of you."

"Don't get used to it, it was supposed to be an insult, not a compliment, Granger."

"It didn't sound like an insult. You know, I think you're losing your touch."

"One more word and I will curse you to oblivion, now do you want me to tell you or not?"

Hermione flinched and said, "Gee, fine."

"So where do you want me to start then?" asked Draco leaning his head back against the tree.

"What do you mean where do I want you to start? Tell me why you have been feeling down or whatever. How can there be a starting point for that?"

Draco rolled his eyes then said, "Alright then, I guess what I'm asking is to big for your little brain so I'll just tell you when I started feeling like this."

Before he could continue, Hermione said, "Did you by any chance start to feel like how you do now during the summer after fifth year when your father went to Azkaban?"

"How did you—never mind. If you mean did I start feeling less like myself and more thoughtful than I was before then you've got it, mudblood."

"Please refrain from calling me that," said Hermione in a monotone voice.

Draco raised an eyebrow then said, "Right mud—I mean Granger. Anyways, would you remind me why I'm telling you what's on my mind?"

"Because you need someone to talk to, Malfoy, you seem lost, that's all. You're usually sort of…lively? Not sure of what to say there but now you seem kind of dead like you're in a daze and you seem utterly confused about everything and not sure of what's going to happen to you."

"And how the hell are you going to help me with that?"

"I…"

"You can't possibly know how I actually feel. You're just so god damn perceptive so you were able to guess that. Well let me tell you something. I bet that you have no idea how it feels to be living in a house where neither of your parents care about you; where you think in your mind that certain people are your friends when in reality you know that they aren't your friends! You have no idea!"

Hermione was about to say something but Draco interrupted her. "Don't even say anything because I bet you've had Potty and Weasel there for you your whole entire life." Noticing the look on her face he said, "I'm right, aren't I? I'm always right. I…"

"That's not entirely true, Malfoy. Harry and Ron are the best friends I've ever had but there was this one time in our first year when they refused to be my friends."

"Humor me some more, Granger, I don't see how that's even possible."

"You remember the troll, Malfoy?"

"Sure I do."

Hermione ignored his sarcasm. "Well, do you know where the troll went after it came out of the dungeons?"

"Do I care?" he asked sitting up to look at her.

"You should, it went into the girls bathroom. I was in there crying."

"A pity," said Malfoy rolling his eyes at her.

"If you keep doing that Malfoy, your eyes are going to get stuck up there. Anyways I was in there crying because an hour before the troll came, Ron and Harry were talking about me saying that I was such a know-it-all and it was no wonder that I didn't have any friends."

"Funny, I can't really imagine either of them saying that."

"Well, they did. I was in the bathroom when the troll came in and I would be dead right now if Harry and Ron hadn't come and knocked the troll out."

Draco snapped his head up and said, "Are you saying that Potter and Weasley took on a full grown troll in our first year and won?"

"Yeah, it was funny watching them. Harry jumped onto the troll and stuck his wand up its nose. Then Ron levitated the troll's club and smashed it into its head." Hermione laughed remembering how funny a sight it was to watch when Harry and Ron were trying to rescue her.

"How nice, besides that was for less than a day, mudblood, it can't possibly compete with what I'm going through."

Hermione stood up then went over to Draco. She leaned down till she was at eye level with him then SMACK! She slapped him so hard that you could already see a gigantic red welt on Draco's face. Draco rubbed his cheek then said, "Bloody hell, Granger! What was that for? It was even worse than when you punched me!"

"I see you remember that," Hermione said not moving from in front of him. "Let me just tell you one thing, Malfoy. You ought to think before you call people mudbloods, most won't be as kind as me."

"Oh really? I happen to know that most people in this pathetic excuse you call for a school would go off crying somewhere."

"Well, if we were at Ron's house…"

"Why would I be at that dump?"

Hermione ignored his comment then continued, "If we were at Ron's house and his whole family was right behind me, you would be in the hospital, most probably St. Mungo's for a year with the damage that Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Percy, Charlie, and Bill would do to you." She noticed the look of shock in his eyes then stepped back. "Was that clear enough for your bleached head?"

"Crystal…" replied Draco staring in awe at the girl whom he had taunted for the last 6 years of his life.

"Good." Hermione moved back to where she was sitting before and thought to herself, "My god, this is going to be a long day." She didn't even notice that Draco was staring at her with a gleam in his eye that wasn't there a few seconds ago.

Meanwhile:

Three chess games and two games of Exploding Snap later, Ron was shifting uneasily in his seat. "Harry, has it been ten minutes yet?"

Harry looked at his watch then said, "It's been about an hour actually. Why?"

"Hermione's still not back."

"She probably forgot about coming up here and went back to the library to read, Ron. What are you so worried about? It isn't even time for lunch yet and the sun is still blazing outside." Harry looked at Ron then said, "Ron, Hermione can take care of herself. She…"

"Damn right she can, Harry!" hissed Ron. "Still, I want to know where she is! I'm worried about her that's all." Ron's ears turned bright red. "Sorry about the outburst mate."

Harry got up and said, "S'ok, I guess we could go and look for her. Where should we start?"

"Library, she's always in there. Let's go!" Then Harry and Ron walked out of the common room in search of Hermione.