Sorry, my few readers, I'd like you to read this again, or at least the middle-ish section, I was being retarded and forgot to make the day change apparent...yeah...I'm dumb. It's just some stuff with Harry and Ron...thanks.. AND REVIEW.

Hermione quickly scribbled back a short note:

Meet me in the Room of Requirement at 10 pm.

TFM

Now all she had to do was wait. All day (It was Saturday). She once again got lost in her memories.

"Malfoy? What are you doing here, you terrible worthless git!" Hermione said in an elevated whisper.

A single tear rolled down his cheek.

"Shouldn't you be in hiding or something? And why shouldn't I turn you in right this second!" Hermione exclaimed.

"For what?" Malfoy weakly replied.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN FOR WHAT!"

"You heard me. Or maybe you're deaf. Why would you turn me in!"

"You almost...you...going to...kill Dumbledore!"

"I what!"

"You were going to kill Dumbledore before Snape killed him and took you with him!"

"I don't remember...so THAT'S why I was disowned..."

"You were disowned...?" Hermione whispered.

"I don't remember any of that...I think they put me under the Imperius curse."

"That's...that's an unforgivable!"

"Gee, I didn't know that. Unforgivables are new to me." Malfoy sarcastically replied.

"So...you didn't know you were about to kill Dumbledore...?" Hermione said, disregarding Malfoy's previous statement.

"I knew I was supposed to do SOMETHING, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. My father or Voldemort seemed to...program my instructions into my head, yet I didn't know what they were. I just would do what I was supposed to do when it was time."

"Oh...um, Malfoy? Do you need some food?" Hermione's good-hearted nature kicked in.

"You, nearly my worst enemy, are offering me FOOD?"

"I can't just leave you here to die, Malfoy, people'll think I killed you or something."

"Wow, Granger, thanks," he said sarcastically.

"Just...come one, and keep your hood on. Everyone knows what you...almost...did."

They went to a small cafe near the bookstore. They sat in a corner booth and Malfoy was facing the wall. A waiter brought them glasses of water. As soon as the waiter left, Malfoy grabbed his glass and drank the whole thing and ate the ice cubes. Hermione just watched, then pushed her glass towards him. He drank that one too. "How long have you been on the streets?" she cautiously asked.

"2 weeks."

"Merlin...did you eat at all?"

"I could transfigure a few things into food items, but I'm not very good at it."

Hermione sniggered. "The all-powerful Malfoy, admitting he's not perfect!"

"Shut it, Granger."

Once they had ordered their food, they talked more about what had happened with Malfoy, Voldemort, and his father. Hermione, trusting him, couldn't believe how badly he was treated. Once they had eaten (Malfoy ate all of his and half of hers) and Hermione had paid, she nervously said, "Hey, do you, er...um..have anywhere to stay or anything? I mean, you were like, living in the bookstore..."

He gave her a strange look. "You think anyone who sees me will let me stay in their inn?"

"Well...I guess not...I mean.." She cleared her throat. "Malfoy, do you want to stay with me and my parents until school starts again?"

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Everyone had left the Common Room and gone down to breakfast...No! Lunch! had she been thinking THAT long? She hurried down to reassure Harry and Ron that she was, in fact, alive.

After lunch, Hermione, Harry, and Ron walked around outside, just talking about different things. "So, Ron, Hermione, how were your summers?"

"Bloody Brilliant!" Ron exclaimed. "Fred and George opened a new branch of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, and I got to help with different stuff. I also got free jokes...well, not free...let's say they don't exactly know I took them..."

"Ron!" Hermione's scolded, "that's stealing!"

Ron rolled his eyes. "But I did get to help make the new candy's slogan:

Still worried about Voldemort? (Ron shuddered)

Here! Try some Hag-'n'-GagTorte!

It'll make you gag, look like a hag,

Make you look all out of sorts!"

Harry and Hermione let out small laughs.

"How about you, Hermione, how was your summer?" Harry questioned.

"Fine." was the quick and to-the-point response they got.

"Ooooookay...thanks for sharing..." Ron sarcastically commented.

"Any time. You know, guys, I'm feeling really tired again...I think I'll go to bed early."

"But...Hermione, it's only 3:00 NOW!"

"RON! I'M GOING TO BED."

The two boys watched as she marched back up to the school. Once she got back to her dorm, she began thinking again...

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"Me? Stay with your MUGGLE parents and...YOU?"

"MALFOY! You are going to DIE if you don't have meals and, at least, water!"

"Fine. But don't start being all, you know...friendly or anything."

Hermione rolled her eyes. She was saving his life and he didn't want to have anything to do with her.

"Whatever...can you apparate?"

"We learned how to, didn't we?"

"Well, yeah, but you didn't take the test or anything..."

"I can apparate, Granger."

"Okay, we're going to go to my house. I'll think of it, you hold my hand and apparate too."

Malfoy eyed her hand and said, "I have to TOUCH you?"

"Do you want to live..."

"Merlin, remind me to wash my hands when we get there."

He grabbed her hand, and a second later, there was a pop and the two weren't there anymore.

They appeared in Hermione's house. "THIS is your HOUSE? How do you live in here? It's so...small."

"You know what, Malfoy. If you don't stop insulting me and my family, I will be happy to drop you off right back in that nice bookshop, okay? With no food or water, means of bathing, NOTHING! Got it?"

"Fine...fine," he replied, and then mumbled something about taking orders from someone he was superior to.

"Hermione, is that you?" Hermione's mom yelled from upstairs.

"Yeah, Mum! Can you come down here for a sec?"

"Sure...I'll be down in a minute."

Soon, Hermione's mom could be heard walking down the stairs. "Hey, sweetie, how was the book-" She stopped talking once she saw Draco taking off his hood. "Now, who is this, Hermione?"

"Mum, this is Draco Malfoy, Malfoy, this is my mum."

Mrs. Granger's jaw dropped at the name. "You mean...the Draco Malfoy that almost killed your principal?"

"Headmaster, mum. It turns out that he was under a spell that forced him to do it, until Snape came along and did it instead. Since Malfoy didn't do it himself, his father cast him away and disowned him. He was living on the streets, mum...do you think we could...you know...help him a little?"

"Well, sure, sweetie...If you're okay with it, I think there's room for one more..." A soft 'humph' could be heard from Draco as she said this. Hermione glared at him. "I'm sure your father could lend him some clothing, at least until he gets his own. Let me show you to your room, Draco."

She led him upstairs; Hermione followed. She caught Malfoy eyeing the room that said 'Hermyonees Room' in a much, much younger version of Hermione's handwriting on the door. He stifled a laugh. "Don't even start, Malfoy, and DON'T go in my room," Hermione whispered threateningly.

"Why would I want to see all of your filth anyway?" he whisper just as quietly back.

"You...UGH!"

"Here's your room, Draco. I know it's a bit untidy, I apologize, it's just that we weren't, obviously, expecting anyone...I'll clean it up a bit later," Said Mrs. Granger embarrassedly.

"Don't bother, mum, it's fine," Hermione said in a monotonous voice.

"Well, if you say so, dear."

Draco promptly walked into the room and laid down. Within seconds, he was asleep.

Hermione suddenly came out of her daydreamish state and checked the time. 9:50. Time to go.

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So what do you guys think...PLEASE SOMEONE review...if anyone is actually reading it.

Vanya