Disclaimer- nope, not mine. Plot is, music and characters and setting aint.

Hermione was nervous about the reaction she would get from Ron at dinner that night. She knew that he would assume that it was her idea, but it also had Draco's name on it, so how could he solely blame her? She figured that she would let whatever happens, happen. It wasn't up to her to get them together, but she would help any way that she could.

She walked down the halls towards the Great Hall, contemplating life, love and food. She had sent the owls hours before, and had gone back to her common room to talk to Pansy. She really liked Pansy a lot. She was becoming a fast friend, and that made Hermione happy. When she was younger, she never really had any friends, since she was the 'smart little dork' in elementary school. Since coming to Hogwarts, she still had that reputation, but she had friends that she could talk to now.

She was still thinking about that when she sat down at the Gryffindor table, beside Ginny. Ron and Harry weren't there yet, apparently, since she didn't see them.

"Hey 'Mione. What's up?" Ginny asked, between mouthfuls of potatoes.

'Oh, hey Gin. Nothing really." Hermione replied, serving herself some corn.

At that moment, Ron and Harry came through the doors, Ron looking a little bit put out, and Harry looking like he swallowed a bad egg. They came and sat down in front of the girls, and promptly began stuffing their faces.

"Hey Harry, Ron." Hermione said.

"Hey 'Mione. You know, I will get you back for this. You know that right?" Ron said, trying to whisper, but failing miserably.

"I had nothing to do with it Ron. Really." Hermione lied. At this, Harry burst out into a fit of giggles. Hermione looked at him quizzically, and Ron blushed. Realization dawned on the Head girl, and she figured out that Ron had let it slip to Harry about the Pansy thing.

Dinner went on as normal, with the occasional death glare from Ron, and the giggles from Harry. Soon enough, dinner was over, and the four of them walked up to the Gryffindor tower, so do some studying before Ron had patrol duty. They all managed to get some work done, under the watchful eye of Hermione. Patrol time came, and Ron and Hermione walked out of the tower together. Ron, to go meet Pansy, and Hermione, to her dorm to finish studying. They walked, chatting about Pansy, and what had happened when he let it slip to Harry about the crush. Hermione veered off, towards her room, with a goodbye and good luck to Ron.

Hermione walked into her dorm, to see that it was empty. Draco must have gone out somewhere. She walked up to her room. She decided that she needed a nice long, relaxing bath after all that matchmaking work. She walked into her bathroom, ran the water, and tried to decide on a CD. She ended up with The Cure. She popped the CD in, stripped down, and slipped into the nice bath.

"How much longer can I howl into this wind? For how much longer can I cry like this?"

Hermione sank deeper into the bath, wanting to forget about everything. She could feel depression slowly, but surely, sinking its claws into her. Threatening to pull her deep within the depths of despair, never to come back again.

"A thousand wasted hours a day, just to feel my heart for a second. A thousand hours just thrown away, just to feel my heart for a second."

Hermione got out of her bath, deciding that it wasn't as good of an idea as she had originally thought, and dried herself off. She turned the CD player off, and walked into her room. She was super shocked to find someone sitting on her bed. That someone being none other then Draco Malfoy. Sitting on her bed. She stood still for a few moments, noticing that he hadn't heard her come in, and contemplated this new turn of events. It took her a few moments of thought to realize that something simply had to be wrong. What would he be doing here? On her bed? She then noticed that he was on the verge of tears.

"Draco?" she said quietly, edging towards him, gripping her towel around her chest.

He jumped at the sound of her voice. He hadn't heard her come in, and wasn't expecting it. Draco knew that when Hermione was in the bath she would be there for a while. He had heard the music, and, recognizing it, had walked to her room to listen to it better. He had this same CD himself, and listened to it when he was feeling especially alone and depressed. He had wondered if Hermione had the same reason for listening to it. He had been thinking about what evil had destroyed such an innocent soul, when she broke his concentration.

Draco looked up at Hermione, tears still shining in his eyes, and looked back down at the floor. "I have that CD too."

Hermione didn't really know how to respond to that one. It certainly hadn't been what she was expecting from him. "Oh." She walked over to her bed: towel still clutched in her hands, and sat down beside Draco.

Draco watched her walk towards him, and noticed, again, how nice her legs were. He was still mentally drooling over her legs when he noticed a long, red jagged scar across her thigh. It was a huge scar, about 6 inches long, and at least a centimeter wide. He could see that it wasn't new, really, but it hadn't had time to fade. He reached out a hand to touch it, looked at Hermione's face, who was still looking at him, worry etched in her eyes, and touched her. Her skin was like silk. Soft, and smooth. He caressed the scar, noticing that it was raised, and bumpy.

"Hermione. How did you get this?" Draco asked, hand never leaving her skin. He looked up at her again, and noticed that there were tears in her eyes.

"Its from a butterfly knife. It's a Muggle thing." Hermione quietly said, a tear finally escaping her eye. She noted how soft his hand was on her leg. He wasn't demanding, but gentle.

"My father had one of those. But, why do you have a scar from it?" Draco said, still caressing her skin, eyes never leaving hers.

"The summer...a boy..." Hermione managed to choke out between sobs. "He tried, and succeeded to..." Hermione was cut off by the sound of the common room door slamming shut. She jumped about 6 feet in the air. Draco jumped as well, but not as high, grabbed his wand, and looked around for something to blow up.

"Hey "Mione. Your portrait told me you were in here. I need to talk to you!!!" Ron's voice yelled from the common room. Hermione stopped trembling, and looked at Draco as he put his wand away. He looked at her, and fled from her room.

"Ill be down in a minute Ron. I just have to get dressed" Hermione yelled back down, getting off her bed.

'Wow.' She thought as she dried her eyes, and put some cloths on 'Not only did I almost tell Draco about what happened over the summer, I liked his touch. I have officially gone completely mental.'