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Hermione didn't go straight to bed after leaving the trophy room. She wasn't sleepy one bit. So after cooling off she went to her favorite tree on the grounds and leaned against it. She reflected. On everything, not just this year but just life. She heard some footsteps behind her.

"Hello Malfoy." She heard the tracks quiet down.

"How did you know it was me?"

"I know things." She answered, not giving a direct answer.

"You not going to use these swords on me are you? For following you?" he asked a bit nervously. She turned to face him. She actually smiled for the first time she could remember. She even laughed a bit.

"No, I'm not going to use them on you." she paused. "Why did you follow me Malfoy?" He took a moment, and sighed.

"It doesn't take a blind man to see that you aren't okay. Not that I would blame you, but this is unhealthy. You can't go on like this."

"Is the great Malfoy caring about a non pureblood?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No." he said quickly. "It's just that I know that what happened was wrong, but you can't let it control your life."

"You don't know what happened." she answered simply.

"Well then tell me." he said.

"No." she answered. What did he know? She knew he didn't know pain. His money had mad sure of that.

"Your not going to get better unless you tell me."

"I'm sick now?" she said, a bit angry.

"Emotionally." he corrected. "Now tell me."

"Give me one good reason why I should tell you." she dared, trying to walk away.

"Because you haven't told anyone that your parents died. I'm the only one who knows." She wanted to curse him out and stopped.

"How did you figure that out?"

"Potter and Weasel have been out of their minds trying to figure you out." he said simply.

"Once again, how did you get this info?"

"On a daily basis we share at least two classes together. How could I not know? I hear everything."

"I must admit, you're a clever one. That'll help you in sword fighting." she mentioned. "But I suppose you should know. I mean he was your father." she took a deep breath and started.

"I knew your father was out to get me. And maybe my family. I was giving muggle borns a good name, and he didn't want that. He in fact was working on passing a law on restricting muggle born education. But when I tried to stop him and succeeded...." I sighed. "I was awoken one night, but I was in my house when I looked around. I wasn't sure why I was there, because I was still here. There was your father, he told me that he warned me to stay out of bussiness I don't understand. He had my parents cornered. Then he began to torture them and then killed them."

"In front of your eyes?" he asked shocked. She nodded.

"In front of my eyes and your father made sure that I couldn't help them. So what else could I do? Do you remember how I was in the hopsital wing?" He nodded. "I was hit by one of Voldemort's curses. The minute I go to sleep, I see that scene over and over again. The pain and the feeling of being helpless. Every night I see them, screaming in pain. And I can't help them. AND I NEVER WILL BE ABLE TO!!" she said, tears pricking in her eyes. "I didn't tell Harry or Ron because they had their own pain to deal with. Plus I couldn't help them. Me, Hermione Granger, the greatest mind here and I can't even save my parents....I couldn't tell them that. But it's been hard, I had to sell my house. Our old house actually. Too memories....to see your parents killed in the place you called home...." Malfoy nodded. "But everything you everything you did. Your first steps...your first word. All in that house, it's hard to give up." she looked toward the stars. "I know your sorry Malfoy...." she sighed. "But it isn't the same, but better him dead."

"Amen." he answered softly. Though Hermione didn't hear him.

"I figured I could handle it. I mean, I'm the smartest girl in school, I should figure out a way to deal...but I don't..."

"I'm not expecting you too, no one would. You could punch me if you want." he offered.

"Nah. Your just related by blood to him. Doesn't mean that your him. Thanks for the offer though." she said. A silence fell over them. "When did you grow up?"

"What do you mean?"

"Usually your insulting the crap out of me."

"Yea, but pain...that is something that shouldn't be teased. Death....it's worse." he shook his head.

"Thank you." she said, softly, looking at him. He trailed the back of his hand on her cheek. Hermione felt shivers go down her spine and closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes she saw Malfoy's eyes pouring into hers. Suddenly she felt her heart flutter. This confused Hermione. She quickly stood up.

"I'll see you tomorrow." she said.

"Same place, same time?" he asked.

"Right." I quickly said and hurried off into the castle.


Draco's 3rd Person View!:

Draco wasn't sure about Hermione. He didn't know exactly why he followed her, but he felt that they were connected. He knew that they were connected by death. Not the most pleasing thought to him, but it was his father and Draco was left with the damage control. He wanted a nice clean slate for everything, and if it meant talking to a know it all mudblood so be it. He had found her by a tree, near the lake. Although he didn't like to go close to the lake, fear of what might reach out, he figured Hermione was far away enough from the lake. She looked quite peaceful yet sad. Draco knew the feeling very well. He saw a ghost of a small smile when she said.

"Hello Malfoy." He froze, darn it! Caught in the act.

"How did you know it was me?" he asked.

"I know things." He was a bit puzzled at the statement. What did that mean?

"You not going to use these swords on me are you? For following you?" He had asked, knowing Hermione's new found temper. It relieved him when she smiled and laughed a bit. He realized that she looked pretty when she showed actual emotions.

"No, I'm not going to use them on you." she paused. "Why did you follow me Malfoy?" she asked. He wasn't sure himself. But he didn't like leave people on bad terms.

"It doesn't take a blind man to see that you aren't okay. Not that I would blame you, but this is unhealthy. You can't go on like this." Wait, was Draco Malfoy CARING about a mudblood?

"Is the great Malfoy caring about a non pureblood?" His mind quickly answered no.

"No." he said quickly. "It's just that I know that what happened was wrong, but you can't let it control your life." He had a point. By the looks of it, it was controlling her life.

"You don't know what happened." she said softly and simply. There was something in her voice that WANTED him to know. So he asked.

"Well then tell me."

"No." she said coldly.

"Your not going to get better unless you tell me." he didn't like the fact that his voice sounded like a doctors.

"I'm sick?" she said, a bit of fire in her eyes. He knew he had done it now.

"Emotionally." he corrected. "Now tell me." he said again.

"Give me one good reason why I should tell you." she dared, and started to walk away.

"Because you haven't told anyone that your parents died. I'm the only one who knows." He knew he had hit a nerve when she stopped. He thought she looked a little shocked. Malfoy: One. Her: Zero.

"How did you figure that out?" she questioned.

"Potter and Weasel have been out of their minds trying to figure you out." he said simply, knowing it was true. Even the people in China could hear them.

"Once again, how did you get this info?" she asked again.

"On a daily basis we share at least two classes together. How could I not know? I hear everything." He was right. Pansy was always up about what so and so was wearing or did. Not to mention all the info his friends got so they could do a girl and make her believe that he cared.

"I must admit, you're a clever one. That'll help you in sword fighting." she mentioned. He smiled a bit. She finally gave in. "But I suppose you should know. I mean he was your father." she took a deep breath and started.

"I knew your father was out to get me. And maybe my family. I was giving muggle borns a good name, and he didn't want that. He in fact was working on passing a law on restricting muggle born education. But when I tried to stop him and succeeded...." she paused. "I was awoken one night, but I was in my house when I looked around. I wasn't sure why I was there, because I was still here. There was your father, he told me that he warned me to stay out of bussiness I don't understand. He had my parents cornered. Then he began to torture them and then killed them."

"In front of your eyes?" he asked shocked. He was disgusted at his father. He was the one who taught him a lady should be treated right. He couldn't believe how she could've felt. To feel helpless...

"In front of my eyes." she conformed. "And your father made sure that I couldn't help them. So what else could I do?" she didn't let him answer. "Do you remember how I was in the hopsital wing?" she asked him. He remembered well. Everyone was scared. He had gotten out of Potions Homework that day. "I was hit by one of Voldemort's curses. The minute I go to sleep, I see that scene over and over again. And everything that goes with it. The pain and the feeling of being helpless. Every night I see them, screaming in pain. And I can't help them. AND I NEVER WILL BE ABLE TO!!" she stressed angrily. He could feel her pain. And he could see that she wanted to cry, but they both knew that she had too much pride for that. She wouldn't cry. She took a deep breath. "I didn't tell Harry or Ron because they had their own pain to deal with. Plus I couldn't help them. Me, Hermione Granger, the greatest mind here and I can't even save my parents....I couldn't tell them that....." she paused again. "But it's been hard, I had to sell my house. Our old house actually. Too memories....to see your parents killed in the place you called home...." he nodded "But everything you everything you did. Your first steps...your first word. All in that house, it's hard to give up." she sighed. "I know your sorry Malfoy...." "But it isn't the same, but better him dead."

"Amen." he said softly, but made sure she couldn't hear it.

"I figured I could handle it. I mean, I'm the smartest girl in school, I should figure out a way to deal...but I don't..."

"I'm not expecting you too, no one would. You could punch me if you want." he offered. She smiled a bit.

"Nah. Your just related by blood to him. Doesn't mean that your him. Thanks for the offer though." a silence "When did you grow up?" The question some what confused and shocked him.

"What do you mean?"

"Usually your insulting the crap out of me." she pointed out. She was right, he thought.

"Yea, but pain...that is something that shouldn't be teased. Death....it's worse." He said. He maybe a jerk when it came down to it, but he had the brains to know that Death wasn't to be messed with.

"Thank you." she said, softly, looking at him now. Seeing Hermione in the moonlight, something came over him. He trailed the back of his hand on her cheek. He watched as Hermione closed her eyes. He felt a bit a shiver, and thought in the moonlight she was different. He found himself drawn to her. Looking at her. He wasn't sure what he was doing..... When she opened her eyes, she quickly stood up.

"I'll see you tomorrow." she said. Had he done something wrong? But the thought of seeing her again was again was...Was that the word? Comforting?

"Same place, same time?" he asked.

"Right." she answered quickly and watched her, a bit mystified, walk quickly up the school walk way and into the castle.


"What's with you and fairies?" were the first words out of Harry's mouth to Luna at the Early Saturday Breakfast as he sat next to her. (Which he could because it was before school hours) She laughed.

"We're friends." she said simply. "Were you watching me?" she asked shyly.

"Sorta." he answered, unsure of how she would take it. She smiled.

"It's okay Harry. Fairies are quite the creatures." she commented. "They do magic as we do, you know. I read in the Quibber they can change color too." Harry smiled at bit at Luna's mentioning to Luna's father's magazine the Quibber.

"I bet they do." he agreed. "How did you become friends with fairies?" he asked.

"Actually I was studying late and then decided to watch the sunset. Then I was watching it and they started floating out of the bushes. They just seemed to watch me. I waved and then they waved. When they realized I was a good person, they started to come closer. They actually helped me get a decent grade on my Potions essay." she smiled. "Their nice creatures. Very playful. They don't judge..." she trailed off.

"They seem nice." she nodded.

"You want to see them?" she asked politely.

"Will they um, attack me? Since I'm a new person?"

"Nope, stick with me and they won't hurt a hair on your head." she explained.

"Okay then, sure. Why not?"

"Come near the lake, at midnight? Yes, Midnight, and I'll show you the fairies." she said happily. He smiled. By now the students started to file in. "Harry I think you should go, people are starting to come in." he nodded.

"Until Midnight?" he asked.

"Until then." she answered and smiled softly as she saw the boy she had a crush on walk toward a gleaming gold plate at the Gryffindor table.


I'm sorry if I mispelled or changed point of views! I'm a bit under the weather and thinking is a bit difficult!!

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