Previously:

He just stared in her eyes. Memorized by how much faith she had in him. She was perfect. A great friend. She wasn't a mudblood, she was a witch. A great witch. A naive witch, but that's okay. All that mattered was that she trusted him. And she knew he was serious. She trusted him. He never felt anything better in the world than having somebody trust you.

"I can help you switch sides, Draco. If thats what you really want." she offered.

And thats what he was hoping. That she would help him. That she was with him.

"I don't care what side I'm on, as long as I'm with you." he replied

The sun shone bright through the stained glass of the hospital wing, its rays spilling on the occupants. Reds and greens and blues and golds were projected throughout the room.

Hermione rolled over slowly, while adjusting her eyes to the many different colors. She looked to the boy laying on the bed next to her, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. Before long, his eyes too opened to the morning rays.

He smiled at her ever so slightly while stretching his limp limbs.

"Good morning." Hermione greeted.

"Good morning." he mumbled.

"Good morning Draco, Hermione. How are you two feeling?" interrupted Madam Pomfrey.

"Fine." both said in unison.

She looked at each one with disbelief in her eyes, but she couldn't find anything medically wrong with the two, so she couldn't argue with them.

"Are you ready to go back to your rooms? Or do I need to keep you here still?" the Medi-Witch asked.

"I'll go back to my room, please." insisted Hermione.

"Yes, Dear. That is fine. But if you feel like anything is wrong, don't hesitate to come back, okay?"

"Yes ma'am." replied Hermione.

"What about you, Draco?" asked Madam Pompfrey.

"I'll go back too, thanks." he said.

So both had a quick exam from Madam Pompfrey and were sent on their ways. They had been in the hospital wing for some time and were eager to sleep in their own beds, in their own clothes. But neither was eager for the social world.

"'Mione!" shouted Harry and Ron as they banged on the portrait entrance of the Head Common Room.

Hermione was upstairs, peacefully at sleep. Draco was in the common room reading as he heard the yelling and banging of Hermione's friends. He really didn't want to let them it, but he figured she would be mad if he didn't. So, regretfully, he opened the portrait to Ron and Harry.

"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked with venom in his voice.

"I do believe she is sleeping." Draco replied equally as nasty.

"We're coming in." Harry said, as he and Ron pushed right on by Draco.

Draco just shook his head and watched them trudge up the stairs to Hermione's room.

"Hermione! Why didn't you tell us you were out of the hospital?" was what woke Hermione from her peaceful nap.

She jumped right up, frightened by the outburst. Looking around, she saw Harry and Ron standing in the doorway of her bedroom, looking livid.

"What?" she asked.

"Why didn't you tell us you were released from the hospital this morning?" Harry asked, trying his hardest to keep his voice calm.

"I didn't know that I had to report my every movement to you, Harry Potter." she replied with spice.

"We're supposed to be your best friends! You're supposed to tell us that you're alright. You're not supposed to make us worry about you!" he hollard.

"Some best friends you are! You came to visit me one time my whole stay at the Hospital Wing! ONE TIME! And the only reason you came was to see if I was going to the Quidditch match! Quidditch! You didn't care that I was in the Infirmary, you only cared about a stupid game that gets hundreds of people hurt every year! A game. A game is more important to you two than I am!" she hollard back.

"That's not true." Ron said. "We care about you more than Quidditch, Hermione. You're our best friend. We'd do anything to make you feel better."

Hermione stayed quiet. She pulled her legs up underneath her chin and sat there. She could feel 2 sets of eyes staring at her, but she ignored it.

"Well, I'm alright. Is that enough for you guys to feel better?" she asked in a small voice.

"What do you mean, 'Is that enough for you guys to feel better?'" Harry asked suspiciously.

"You don't care if I'm alright or not. You only want to make yourselves feel better by not having to worry about me. And that's okay. You only care about yourselves." she said.

Harry stood there, staring at Hermione. He watched her sit there stiff as a rock. He saw her emotionless face, and her broken composure. He was scared to death. He knew she was hiding something, and it scared him that she wasn't telling him. He had silently vowed to himself to find out what she was hiding. Maybe he had lost his best friend.

Okay, so that was short. But that's how my chapters always are.

l'm sorry for not updating in forever. I suck at updating.

So, it's been a year and one day since I started this story.
It's really sad that I only have 5 chapters, huh?

I think I have a plan for this.
And, haha, it might take another year for the story to be finished.
But, I'll finish it, promise.

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