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"You do not know how long I've waited for this," Hermione choked between salty tears. "Ever since you've left for-for this school, all he'd talk about is you."

Draco shot me a questioning look.

"Ginny…" she rambled on. "It's like his mind is possessed with thoughts of you, and I just don't get it. When I came to your house I looked great, at least that's what my cousin said; she claimed it'd make him like me, make him want me after all of these years. I used to try to impress him with my book smarts, but did that get me anywhere? No. So I had to look like some stupid slut and even act like one. It was demoralizing. I hated it."

"You kept your grades up," I pointed out softy, finally able to speak.

"Of course I did!" she roared, slamming her tiny fist into the wall. "I'd already lost my morals and my beliefs for Harry; did you really expect me to loose my smarts, too?"

Draco spoke up also, but slower. "So this is all bout Harry?"

"Yes." Hermione gritted her teeth. The back of her head rested against the wall, but she was still facing them. "Your- your little girlfriend here liked him for the longest time, and for what I know, she still does."

Draco looked at me oddly.

"That doesn't explain anything, though. Why are you here?" I quickly questioned.

"BECAUSE I HATE YOU!" she screamed, her hair flying about. "All of this is your fault! I help him win the Sorcerer's Stone; I left him the hint on the piece of parchment about the pipes… we saved Buckbeak together, then I started seeing Krum and he still didn't care! Finally, last year, I could've lost my life trying to help him rescue Sirius, and through it all, whom does he still speak of? You. Ickle Ginny Weasley. I hate you. I freaking hate you!"

"He chose you though, remember? He chose you on the train. You've got him and you don't need to worry about me. I'm happy here, and I don't want him."

"But you don't get it; he wants you."

All my life I would've expected those words to fill me with happiness. Instead, fear poured through my veins. Hermione was insane; simple hysterical. She'd finally cracked.

Draco pointed out, "you said there was a girl here in the forest with you. Who is she and where is she?"

"Oh, her…" Hermione said lazily. She lifted her wand. I instantly reached for mine. "Don't poke your eye out, Ginny. I'm bringing her into the room. Mobilicorpus!"

A closet door swung open. My friend from the train, Marsha Myers, came floating out. Her mouth was gagged and her hands were tied behind her back. Her eyes frantically stared at us. They were begging, pleading, for her to be released.

"While she's speaking, attack with me," Draco said under his breath.

"Look familiar? Your little friend here was very willing to give me information on you. She said you came here and you were perfect. Everyone wanted to be like you, and everyone knew everything about you. To tell you the truth-"

"INCARCEROUS!" I yelled and this ropes shot out of my wand, wrapping Hermione tightly. "Oh, shit. She still has her wand!"

"Imper-" Hermione began, but Draco cut her off.

"Peskipiksi Pesternomi!"

"Nice one," I complemented as Hermione was frozen.

"Yeah, but it won't hold up long. I can't believe she was going to use an Unforgivable Curse on you."

"I know." We were both shaken, but I still managed to get the ropes off of Marsha with another spell. She wrapped me in a hug.

"Oh my gosh," she breathed. "Come on, we've got to get out of here. That girl is crazy!"

"I know," I replied.

We ran out of the room and came to the front door.

It was locked.