Hey! Well I'm doing something I haven't done for a while; updating twice in the same week. And I'll blame my karma, I got mono, so now I have all the time I need to write this now don't I? Well now that that's said, I'm going to do some quick thanks to Alyssium who has been my most frequent reviewer, THANK YOU!! I'd say everyone read her stories, but everyone does that already… so I'll just say she's a damn good author, and if you my stuff ( or even don't…) go ahead and read hers. Kedavians girl is good as well…(check spelling here)  ok now that I've suggested two authors and not let my mind wonder, lets get on with the story. (oh and I hope the plot is moving for you Leash.

            Oh and Ginny is a bitch in this story for many a reason, the main reason is just because I don't like her, second hey its my story right? They're not my characters but I'm borrowing them now for my story.

Last time in Dark Little Secrets:

            "What do I do?"

"You should have obliverated her."

"I panicked, I couldn't. I didn't think of that." She told him. Draco frowned and looked at the fire, he stood and looked down at her.

"Well what we can do is this, go to sleep tonight and come tomorrow we will talk about different ways about get back at Ginny. Alright?" he asked.

"Alright." Hermione said, standing and shaking his hand.

"Tomorrow we will seek revenge on Ginny." Hermione said. Draco nodded and walked up to his room after saying good night. Hermione went into her room and fell asleep, plotting revenge.

Chapter 6: Late Night Bonding

            Draco spent what felt like ages lying on his bed thinking that night. He didn't know why he was being so Goddamn nice to the mudblood. So, be it they both cut themselves, and were surrounded by backstabbers, why was he doing this?

            He had suddenly been so nice and out of character for no reason, she had done nothing to him, only cut as he did. That's what had caught his attention at first, they both cut. He knew why he did, but still, why did she? Even after Weasel's sister had threatened to get her into so much shit about it. He got up, walked into the bathroom they shared, after rinsing his face off, and getting a small drink of water, he turned to go to his room and heard music, coming from behind Hermione's door.

Spend all that time waiting

For that second chance

For a break that would make it okay.

He walked over to her door and gently knocked, the door opened to reveal Hermione sitting on her bed, a funny looking object on her lap, singing. He came in and sat on a chair by her, she hadn't noticed him yet.

There's always some reason

To feel not good enough

And its hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction

Oh beautiful release.

Hermione had taken her guitar out and started to play when she couldn't sleep, it was her acoustic, so she didn't worry about electricity, she was playing her favorite song by Sarah McLachlan, Angel. It expressed her feeling about cutting herself, her reason for sorrow. She remembered how she had come across the lyrics and the melody so she could play the song. She had memorized it and played it now at times like this where she was depressed and wanted to kill herself, when the world seemed to forget her, when she felt the most along, when the goodness of life was washed away by her reality.

Memories seep from my veins

Let me be empty

Oh and weightless then maybe

I'll find some peace tonight.

Looking up she saw Draco and gasped, stopping in the middle of her chord. She didn't know how long he had been sitting there listening to her, but to know that he had made her wary. He looked up at her, his eyes away from her guitar now. "Please, I'd like to hear the rest of your song." He gently asked, Hermione nodded and continued to play and sing.

In the Arms of the Angels

Far away from here

From this dark cold hotel room

And the endlessness that you feel.

Draco had never heard this song before but he wanted to hear the rest of it. It was depressing, saddening and he loved it, it described how he felt after being beaten by his father.

You are pulled from the wreckage

Of your silent reverie

You're in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort here.

He sat on the chair and let each word go to heart, and was surprised how well the song reflected what he had been going through, all of his pain.

So tired of the straight line

And everywhere you turn

There's vultures and thieves at your back

The storm keeps on twisting.

Hermione let her voice take her pain away, with each word she started to let her soul take flight, away from her pain and into the Elysian Field. She kept her fingers strumming, and had set her pick down.

You keep on building the lies

That you make up for all that you lack

It don't make no difference

Escaping one last time

They both sat as Hermione's song slowly made them think, think about the hidden meaning behind the song. How the pain of reality could grow so unbearable, that they would have so much pain. Her voice reminded him of the angel she sang of in her song, she was lifting him away, away from the sorrow of his reality.

Its easier to believe

In this sweet madness oh

This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

Hermione continued singing, her voice gaining volume and emotion as each word flew out. Each word was a part of her broken soul, slowly placing each piece back together.

In the arms of the angel

Fly away from here

From this dark cold hotel room

And the endlessness that you feel

You are pulled from the wreckage

Of your silent reverie

Her voice went higher still, however it didn't seem like she was singing, tears were flowing down her cheeks in her sorrow, and her voice should have cracked, yet it hadn't. her voice slowly softened as she sang the final lines.

Your in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort here

Your in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort here

Her voice didn't seem to end, it just went oh in both minds, even when her mouth had shut itself. After a moments pause she went to her case and set her guitar in it, and closed the case after running her fingers over the instrument. She loved her guitar and it showed, it was the one thing she valued, her grandmother had bought it for her when she was in America when hermione was still too young to play it. Now after her Grandmothers death years later, Hermione could play, she had thrown her summers into learning, spending very little time on homework; contrary to what most thought about her.

Draco had let the song sink in and finally found his voice. "That's beautiful, where did you learn that song?" he asked her.

"I found the music when I was on my computer, a muggle device." She said.

"What was that thing you were playing?"

"A guitar, my grandmother gave it to me before she died. I've been playing it for almost seven years, since I was ten." She informed him.

"You must love that guitar then, it still looks almost new."

"I don't want to ruin it, I love that guitar too much. I've gotten an electric guitar as well, I just don't always play that one as often." She confessed. They sat in silence again, both lost in thought, Hermione wondering about how he'd heard the song, she'd cast a silencing spell; Draco wondering about the song, and falling in love with her instrument.

"Would you mind teaching me?" he asked suddenly, pulling Hermione from her thoughts.

"I would, but you need a guitar before I can teach you." She said.

"Would you know where I could get one?"

"Yes, but its in Muggle London."

"That doesn't matter, we're Heads, next Hogsmead trip you and I could go and look at them." He suggested.

"If that's what you want then aright. We are Heads though so we are allowed to go to Hogsmead when we want, remember? As long as all our duties for the week are done as well as our homework." She reminded him. 

"I forgot that."

"I know, oh well. Alright, how about this? I have an idea I'll teach you guitar and you can help me get revenge on Ginny?" she suggested.

"I like that idea, however I was going to help you anyway. I don't like it when people are tricked as she tricked you, that's Slytherine yes, but we still have some amount of standards to what we do. Even the girls obsessed with me don't pull what Ginny did. However, some of them are rather stupid." He admitted.

"Thank you. Well it is getting late and I believe you have a class in the morning after breakfast." She said.

"Actually I normally help Professor Snape with his third years, when I'm allowed to help." He corrected. "I don't help him every morning though, I was planning on working out again in that room, if I can find it again."

"Well I'll help you then, if you want. But don't eat a large breakfast then, I leave right after announcements." She told him.

"Fast eater?" he asked.

"No, I just eat small breakfasts, and that's when Ginny gets there, I don't need to be seen sitting with the two when they seat themselves by me; even if I do talk to them." She said, yawning.

"I'll let you sleep then, see you in the morning, we can plot while we work out if you like." Draco said, standing and walking to the door.

"I like that. Sleep well." She said, getting under her covers. Draco smiled and walked into his room. He was glad that he'd been nice, she was someone to know, and had many tricks under her sleeve. Getting into his bed, he quickly fell asleep. 

*~*~*~Note from the Author* ~*~*

I'm going to be updating more, however I will be putting up a notice up about updating and reviews. I haven't been getting reviews and those are what I write for, bad ones included, those help me write as well. I hope to be getting more soon, so I don't need to put a limit on reviews for me to post. Thank you!

~Embers