Sorry it's been so long everyone. I had finals recently and I had writer's block, so the tenth chapter just wasn't happening. I was so happy when I was finally able to start writing it. If you haven't noticed, my penname is no longer lilygreeneyes (obviously, its pinacles of green!) I did tell you that chapter ten would take awhile, though I thought it would take longer than this. Though now I have a bit of writer's block for A Different Kind of Pain. That really sucks, though it would make sense to just keep going off the end of chapter two on that. And Hermione's response to Forever Yours will be a while in the making. On Memories, I have chapter two and three started in a notebook so those might take awhile. Now that I have explained the standing point of my stories, I would like to say that I have another that I am working on, which is an Alternate Universe. If you want to read it, do so when I put it up. I love you all, and I hope you like chapter ten! I do know its crap, though it probably isn't. Hope ya like it!

Disclaimer:Not mine, don't sue. D

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Chapter 10-

She wiped a tear from her eye as she ran down to owlery at three in the morning. She loved Greg so much. How could she do this to him? She couldn't expect him to still like her after breaking their friendship like that. She wouldn't be able to keep going; especially knowing that Gory hated her. But then again, it didn't matter if she could go on; Malfoy would just go and bring her back. Her hazelnut eyes flashed a dangerous red as she thought of Malfoy. She stopped running for a moment and turned irately to the wall beside her. In a heated rage at the entire universe for damning her so, she punched the wall as hard as she possibly could. Now, for such a small girl, Hermione Granger had one hell of a right jab. When she pulled her hand away from the wall, she had broken the stone where her hand hit, but, true to Newton's Third Law, the wall had broken her hand. She showed no remorse at hitting the wall; she just smiled smugly as if she had gotten the better of it. She turned toward the owlery once more to send her post off to her muggle 'friends'.

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Malfoy sat up in bed briskly. His undressed upper body heaved in trepidation, unknowingly hitting a pain in the back of his mind. He was drenched in a cold sweat and he knew. He knew that no matter what he did, he would keep having that same dream every night until he told a certain girl of his problem. He didn't know which girl yet, but he knew it was something dreadfully important. If only he knew that girl. She would tell him how to fix it.

With a start, he noticed the curled up bit of parchment on his lap. He picked it up with trembling hands and gasped when a small silver key fell out. He stared for a moment, and then turned back to the letter. His eyes ran across as he read aloud:

Here is the key to a secret compartment at the top of the trunk still held in my room. The compartment holds various items one would use in killing themselves. Please grant your head girl this favor and unload the compartment of its contents. Empty all its contents except for one solitary blade. I shall use this blade for when the time comes. It does not matter what you do with the contents, just so long as they are kept far from my use. I really could care less if you used them to kill yourself, just leave me the one blade. It is your choice what to leave me. Please choose wisely.

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger, Head Girl

"Who the hell does she think she is!" He balled the bit of paper up and threw it against the opposite wall. By now, he was seething with anger at the girl's unsubtle implications, and would do terribly drastic things the next time they met if it was at all recent. And who in the hell gave her the right to order him around like that? He knew that it most definitely was not him. He got out of bed and picked up the key and a pair of ratty old blue jeans. He knew they were muggle clothing but he loved the pants dearly and couldn't give them up. He walked into the bathroom and began doing obvious tasks, such as combing his hair, washing his face, brushing his teeth. He would just shower later; there were things to do. He walked through the door opposite the one he came in, striding into Granger's bedroom. He saw the offending trunk and made his way over to it. Feeling the top of the trunk near the front and center, he found a small keyhole. He slipped the impish piece of metal into the crevice and turned it to unlock the "secret" compartment. The false top sprung down, startling the head boy. He looked at all of the knives and blades that the small board held and picked out a common silver dagger that seemed intricate, yet simple, like the girl who owned it. He stood and set it on the bedside table for the girl to find when she got back. He magically destroyed the rest of the contents without another thought. He stood up but found an uncomfortable obstacle to be on his left shoulder. He looked up to see Hermione looking down at him as her hand rested upon his bare shoulder.

"You left me my favorite. How did you know?"

Almost mechanically, he replied, "It reminded me of you."

"Good. Get out." Malfoy stood and walked from the room the door shutting behind him. The lock clicked as pounding began reverberating through the room.

"Hermione, let me in! Goddammit, mudblood! What the hell did you do? What the hell was that? Hermione! What the bloody hell just happened?" Screams like these kept making their way through the door, but Hermione ignored them as if they weren't there. She looked at the knife he had left. One of the least dangerous and intricate of the amount she had, she rarely used the blade, but it was close to her heart. It was one of her first and it was elegant in a very "Hermione"-like way. She remembered when her father's brother gave it to her. She was very close to her uncle at that time, and it confused her when the blade was given, but she accepted it lovingly because it was from her uncle. She realized later that the gift was inscribed. If looked at hard enough, one could still read along the side:

Sweet Hermione, be wary of tomfoolery but protect yourself readily when you run recklessly into it.

The perfect warning. Why hadn't he given the blade to her two best friends? They needed it more than she did. Or did they? There was more than once that Hermione got into trouble all on her own. She couldn't help it, she was insanely curious. She got that from her uncle. That's probably why he gave her that warning… her father always said she was a female replica of his little brother. That's why Hermione always made a point to be with Uncle Finn at celebrations. She wanted to be like him in every way. Well, that's pretty much impossible now. There's no way in hell I will ever be a muggle again. Never.

She sat the blade down on her bedside table again, and twisted her hand to unlock the door. She had been doing 'wandless' magic for as long as she could remember. It was one of her families little secrets, one especially between Hermione and Finnegan Granger. Malfoy burst through the door, a surprised look on his face.

"What, did you think I was going to allow you to break down my door into the bathroom? I get enough of your ogling without my door being destroyed, thank you very much." Hermione stated incredulously.

Draco just stood there, eyes wide and mouth doing a staggering impression of a fish. After a few seconds, he regained his passive, yet angry, composure. "I DO NOT ogle you, mudblood!"

"Yes, you do. And are you so sure I'm really muggle-born, Malfoy? Because, to tell you the truth, I'm not exactly positive myself… there is an awful lot of unrecognized magic in my background, if it is unrecognized. So, to be truly honest, I don't think it's correct to call me that anymore. And such an esteemed wizard such as yourself wouldn't want to disrespect another regarded wizard or witch, would you?"

Again, the blonde was left speechless. She smirked. She loved the feeling she got when she left him flabbergasted like that. Empowerment was such a beautiful thing. She ran her hand down his cheek and stared straight into his eyes. "And truly Malfoy, why would you have brought me back to life if you didn't want to ogle me?"

Draco harrumphed and blatantly stated, "I do not ogle you…" as he looked away from her ashamed. Hermione scoffed delicately. "Sure, Malfoy… Now what is it that you wanted?" She raised a bored eyebrow at him and that was the first time he noticed the four holes near the end of the perfectly arched brow, two above and two below. "What are you staring at?" She was getting tired of him staring at her all the time.

"Your... Your eyebrow is pierced…. I didn't notice before."

"That's your problem. It's been this way since the summer before sixth year. I just cast a spell on it to keep it hidden. Stop being so bloody stupid." She shifted her weight to one foot, resting her hand on her opposing hip. "What do you want?"

He watched her mouth as she spoke, wanting to kiss the rose-colored lips. Without thinking, he mindlessly answered, "You."

She took a step back and looked at him warily. "Any new information, ferret? If not, you can leave…"

He smirked and step forward, kissing her heatedly. "I'm a Malfoy… I WILL get what I want." With that he turned and left without saying another word. Hermione rested her fingertips on her lower lip, looking a bit startled. She was now frightened of him just for his final statement. All that was going through her mind was wondering how he'd get it.

"If I let him get close enough to get it…"

Yeh, I know. It's lame. I just need to write. It has been a VERY long time. Sorry for the year or two wait. Not expecting much from this but hey, chapter ten of secrets. Woot.

Lily

13.11.05