Disclaimer: Arg!!! I cant think of anything even slightly amusing to write for this and I'm not gonna waste time on it cuz I only have 20 minutes. No, unfortunately I own nothing. All I got is an incredible friend and a room full of glares for my humor.

A/N: YAY! I have started writing the fourth chappie! Aren't you proud! Thanks to my 2 reviewers from last chapter. School started on 8/1, so I have been way overwhelmed. Last night I stayed up an hour longer than I should have because I was crying into my pillow. It was disgusting. But, I will keep updating because you, the reader AND REVIEWER!, deserve that much. Anywhoo... on to the chapter!

Sry. Egad Biology Pre-AP is boring! I should probably be listening. Homeostasis –means stable internal environment. Spiffy huh? I'm gonna go listen. Really! I am! Just learned you should pee every 2 hrs. Interesant, no?

Scars of the Past

Chapter 4.

Tears of a Mudblood

EEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hermione Granger ran into the kitchen and pulled out two coffee mugs. One was a deep maroon and had gold trim. The other was a neon pink one that one of her muggle friends had gotten her one year for Christmas. She leaned into the living area and held up the mugs to the comfortable Draco that was sprawled on her couch. She rolled her eyes when he grimaced at the selection of cups, which she had chosen purposefully to piss him off. He nodded his head toward the pink one.

"Ever the Slytherin, eh, Malfoy?" He stood up and walked over to the tall mahogany bookcase that she had inherited from her friends grandmother before her parents had disowned her. Draco was running his fingertips down the spines of the books on the 3rd shelf. He stopped at one and looked at the cover.

"There is nothing either good or evil, but thinking makes it so."

She raised her eyebrows at this, for she recognized it as one of her favorite quotes from Hamlet.

"Shakespeare?" She had question in her eyes.

"There's a lot you don't know about me." She could have said many sarcastic and hurtful things after that, but she didn't.

"Right now I'm kinda thinking I'd like to find out." He glanced at her quickly before shaking his head and saying, "Besides, Shakespeare was a squib. An a bloody good author."

Hermione finished filling the cups and walked to the bookcase where Draco had pulled out another book and was examining it. She glanced at the cover and then walked over to the couch and held out the hot pink steaming mug to the platinum haired man in her living room.He slowly moseyed (sorry! i just ADORE that word, also, i couldn't think of a better one) over to her and sat on the edge of the couch as far from her as possible and put his feet on the coffee table. She reached over and whacked his feet.

"So anyways Malfoy, spill." Hermione said with a serious face even though her eyes shone with curiosity to hear his tale.

"Let's get this straight, mudblood." I'm only staying here because you offered and because I can't use my money. Otherwise, I would not be staying i in this sorry excuse for a flat, listening to you." Draco drawled (say that 5 times fast) Hermione stood abruptly and stiffly walked over to the kitchen sink and dumped her remaining tea down the drain. She walked over to her room and went inside.

Draco's eyebrows were beginning to knit, marring his features, when the bookish brunette stepped into the living room and brushed past him and out the door. He was left with nothing to look at except the spot where her white sweater and dark denim clad body had stood only moments earlier.

Outside on the street, the stars twinkled above a teary-eyed Hermione. She had left her flat and the stormy eyed man to take a walk to clear her mind. She didn't know why she had reacted the way she had. I let down my walls. I let him in. Thats why this hurts so much. Not because of anything i feel for him. Wait! I feel nothing for him but pity. Which i shouldn't, because i know just how bad it feels. Pity is nothing but a waste of useless emotion. With that she blinked away the tears that had started to form and brushed off the single one that had rolled down her cheek. She hardened her heart and turned down the alleyway that she often used as a shortcut when she was more than five blocks from her place.

She was halfway down the alleyway when the lights from the back of Chinese restaurant she often went to turned off. She suddenly remembered she left her wand on her dresser and only had a lighter for a light source. Her brow creased and she quickened her pace. She could see the end of the alley when she was tapped on her shoulder. She gasped and turned around sharply. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She held the lighter up and saw dazzling emerald eyes. She took another sharp breath and was suddenly dizzy. She put one hand on the wall to steady herself.

"Excuse me miss, I thought I saw a light, and it's dangerous here at night. I was wondering if you needed help." She slowly let out the breath she wasn't aware she had been holding. He hadn't recognize her. She put on a Southern accent and slowly drawled out an answer.

"Thank you, sir, but I'm fine, really. I'm almost where I need to be. Again, thank you." She flashed a quick smile and spun around to face the end of the alley. She walked the rest of the way home at a fast pace without once looking behind her.

She got into her flat and was relieved to find Draco asleep on the couch with a note on the table.

Granger,

I'm sorry for whatever I said earlier that made you so upset. I thought a little about everything you've ever said to me and I'm sorry for the way I treated you. you were never anything but exceptionally nice to me, but can we talk about this more tomorrow?

Deeply Sorry,

D.M.

Awww... how thoughtful... she smiled a little half smile and then looked up to see the half empty vodka bottle next to a shot glass. She frowned slightly and tightened her fist around the letter. The crumpled it into a ball and threw it in the trash can. She washed dishes and slowly and thoughtfully walked over to the bathroom. She looked deep into her eyes in the mirror. Had she really changed that much? Had Harry really not recognized her? Had it been luck? Or had he just chosen not to say anything? She washed her face and changed into her flannel, but cute, sleepwear. She fell asleep not to long after her head connected with the pillow, and slept the night away with dreams that she would not remember in the morning. Dreams which centered around herself and a certain pair of enemies, both of which she had encountered on that same night.

A/N: Gods that took forever. Review and tell me whether or not you want longer or shorter chapters. please please please! review! BTW: sry about not filling in the blanks on Hermione and Draco's pasts. I just didnt think it would fit very well here. Next chapter. Erm... I cant think of any other really good fics except for my friends. its called Fine Line. its by sullen-girl. please read and review it. I'm gonna go watch the end of Footloose now. luv all my reviewers! buh-bye for now!