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Draco's POV

A/N: Ok since all of you guys have asked me to write another chapter to this story I decided to do it. This chapter should be considered kind of like a sequal to the first chapter. Hope you like it!

I walk the halls alone again tonight. Most of those who were out before have now retreated to their dorms. I think there just too scared to bother going about in the dark with Lord Voldemort have risen. I'm starting to wonder if Potter can really defeat him. Though it wouldn't surprise me if he did succeed in the end. My father has been telling me news of the next plan of action and of course it involves the killing of several mudbloods. He thinks just like Voldemort; thinks mudbloods are useless. I beg to differ on that one.

That one mudblood that continues to provoke me has yet to answer my letter. I doubt that she ever will. But things are different now. I can see it in her eyes when she looks at me in the Great Hall. She always does the same thing; always looks away. Never fails that one. Maybe she's afraid of me? Could that be it? She has a lot of reasons to be, but its not as if I ever really did try to kill her like others I know. She should be happy to know that I'm there to protect her if needed. Course Potter and Weasel will always be there before me.

It's getting to be too late now. I should really get going so at least I won't get caught tonight. I wonder what she's thinking about now. If she's contemplating if she should speak to me or even give me a letter. Oh I hope she at least gives me a letter. She finally knows the truth. I'll never forget the look of surprise on her face as she received that letter. She carefully read it under the table to make she Harry and Ron wouldn't see. I can at least thank her for that. I don't need those two finding out about what I think of her.

Something catches my attention. Something I've never heard before down here. It sounds as if someone is crying, but who would be down here so close to the dungeons? I've never known a Slytherin to cry for that would not do well for our reputation. I can see Goyle and Crabbe now. They're probably just having their fun with some other Slytherin or perhaps someone from another house?

I stand there listening intensively to what Crabbe and Goyle are whispering to each other. I still cannot hear clearly. I did though hear something about a girl. Wouldn't surprise me though I would probably drop dead if they were actually with a girl right now. They're probably planning one of those schemes to take care of the Gryffindors again.

They're leaving now, laughing and joking. I retreat back into the shadows until they leave. I see them approaching the dorms finally done with whatever they were messing with. I come back into the light trying to see into the dark area at which they had been in. The crying I heard before begins again. It frightens me somehow to see what is in the shadows. I guess I spoke too soon about the dropping dead thing.

As I come closer I begin to be able to see clearly into the darkness. I light my wand for the light I saw before is not good enough to see. My fears have deepened now as I see what's on the floor. It's Hermione who is sprawled upon the ground. I come closer to her only to greet many scars and bruises that now appeared on her body. She's breathing heavily as if she got hit in the chest. Crying didn't seem to make it any better. I wonder if she would let me help her. I reach out to her trying to lift her off the ground, but she slaps my hand away and begins to cry harder. I guess the answer to that question is a definite no. Fine, then I'll let her deal with her own misery. I start walking away only to be met with her cry of protest.

"Please, Please help me." She says. She sounds as if she'll break down again from even asking for help from someone like me. She doesn't understand. I wish she did. I go to reach for her again and this time she doesn't slap my hand away. I'm happy to see that. I carry her to the hospital wing. She never said anything though I would have liked to scream in protest myself at even that.

Madam Pomfrey is asking me a billion questions now that all have the same answer 'I don't know.' She gives up soon enough and I whisper 'finally' under my breath. Hermione is still in my arms bleeding as if it would never end. I put her on a bed closest to me. She doesn't seem to mind though she crawls up into a ball when I put her down. I know why now. A note falls from one of her pockets as I moved her onto the bed. It has Draco upon the top of it. I slip it into my pocket before Madam Promfry sees. She wouldn't do anything anyway. I walk off away from Madam Promfry and Hermione as she begins to tend to Hermione's wounds.

No use in staying here. She'll be awake in the morning. Instead of going back to my dorms as I had planned early before leaving I sit down outside and open the note:

Dear Draco,

So it was you who sent me all those roses and letters. Can't say that I wasn't surprised but I'm sure you already knew of how I felt. I would have never guessed to tell you the truth. Your wrong you know. Harry and Ron never treat me the way I would like to be. You would never fill that gap that they leave but you would fill somewhere else in my heart. Perhaps the part that's for only the one I love. I don't even know why I'm writing this letter. What happened to all the disgust? I'm just a mudblood remember nothing more and nothing less.

I never hated you Draco and that's the honest truth. It's disgust for how you have treated me all these years. I always thought you looked up to your father. You acted as if you were the greatest son on the planet. But I finally know that inside it's a different story.

Don't say that I don't care or bother to notice you. I see you everyday and you give me the same look everyday. It's not as if you ever made the chance to tell me what you really thought about me before now. Well just so you know everyone knows that you will become one of the Death Eaters just as your father. There's no mistake in that.

I also can't say that I don't feel the same for you. You strike my interest I'll give you that. But you have treated me badly for so long I don't know if I would be able to really get to know you personally. But that doesn't mean that I'm not willing to take a chance. I hope you understand that I do want to know you and understand you. Only time can give us that. Maybe I'll be able to talk to you sometime or maybe I won't. Well whatever happens I wish to meet you in the future.

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger

He closed the letter and walked back inside. He decided to give Hermione that wish.