A/N: Hi sorry about the late update! I got this writer block and when I finnaly got the chapter ready my beta Alli was away for six days... So I am sorry. At least this chapter is a little bit longer then the others.

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Chapter VII

"Well, well look who we have here. Potty, Weasel and...the mudblood." Malfoy looked at Hermione and she felt like he was undressing her in his mind. She hated that look that made her feel so naked. She hated it. She hated him! She had to put herself together, not to forget the plan. She looked back at Malfoy who held her look.

"Sorry to interrupt," Ginny said. "But, if you..."

Malfoy turned to look at her and interrupted her: "I see that the little Weasel has grown up." He smirked at her. "Grown quite well I see." He looked at Ginny with the same look he had sent Hermione.

"Stop looking at my sister like that!" Ron was standing.

"Like what, Weasly?"

Ron's face turned red. "We're going now." He said and pushed the others in front of him.

Malfoy was standing and looking at them with the same smirk in his face. Hermione was glad to get away, but she noticed that as soon Ron wasn't watching Ginny turned halfway and winked to Malfoy. She saw that he was lifting his eyebrow before they left the great hall.

When Hermione lay in her bed that night she couldn't sleep. She had a lot on her mind and the pain behind her ribs was growing. It felt as she had been lying there in many hours. She just couldn't sleep.

The room was hot and she was thirsty. So she stood up and walked to the window where there was a bottle of water. She sat by the window and took a drink. The moon was sending a dim light over the park. Hermione looked over the park down to the lake and the forest behind. She remembered all the good times she had with Ron, Harry and Ginny there. All the springs they swam in the lake. All the nice walks and times sitting under a tree doing homework or just talking about everything that came in to their mind. She got tears in her eyes when she thought about that this was her last year at Hogwarts. Either she would graduate this summer with the others, or she would die. No, she wouldn't think about that! She shook her head. The tears ran down her face now. She sat her glass down and went back in her bed. She felt the pain again, only this time stronger. She knew it would begin soon. And she was afraid of it...

Hermione came down early to the common room next morning. She hadn't got much sleep and was thinking that it was better to do something than just lie in her bed. She had taken her book with her and was planning to read one hour before the rest got up. She sat down in her favourite chair and opened her book. The first line kind of looked up at her. "You don't have to be afraid of what you are..."

When she had read some pages she realized that she hadn't a clue what she had read. There was so much to think about. Hermione sighed and started from the beginning. "You don't have to be afraid of what you are..."

After nearly one hour Harry came down the stairs. He walked over to Hermione. "Good morning! Couldn't sleep?" He sat down in the chair next to her.

"No." Hermione smiled to him, a tired, sad smile, but still a smile.

"Too much to think about?"

"Mmm..." Hermione looked out of the window.

Harry looked at her "You know that if you are feeling lonely or just need someone to talk to, you can always come to me, even if it is in the middle of the night." He had taken her hand in his.

Hermione smiled to him, a real smile this time. "I know. Thanks Harry."

He gave her a hug. "I will come over every night then and keep you awake."

Hermione smiled and Harry laughed. "Guess who would be happy then? Ron complains about not getting enough sleep already." Hermione smiled. Harry gave her hand a gentle pressure. "I really mean it, Mione. Just come. I don't care about Ron's sleep."

"Thank you Harry"

They sat in silence. Hermione thought that it was one of the best things about Harry. The way they could sit together in silence. That they didn't have to talk. She sighed and closed her eyes. She wished she could sit like this forever. Just she and Harry with his hand in hers. But of course it coudnt last.

"Why do we have to get up so early? Why can't classes start in the afternoon?" It was Ron's voice who shot into her paradise.

"Good morning to you as well," said Harry's voice this time.

Hermione opened her eyes. "This is not a good morning! Let's go to breakfast, I'm starving." Ron looked at Harry

"You are always hungry Ron," Hermione said, "but let's go."

When they were on there way down the stairs Hermione felt the pain behind her ribs grow. Suddenly it hurt so much that she cried out in pain. She felt her leg get a little dizzy and grabbed the wall to hold her up. Harry and Ron had run to her when they heard her cry. They looked concerned at her. "Are you okay?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded because she wasn't sure if her voice held. "Should we take you to the hospital wing?" Ron took her arm.

"No" Hermione tried to move all her weight to her feet. She was very happy when she noticed that they could hold her up. "I'm really okay now."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"I think we should take you to the hospital wing," Ron said.

"No, there is nothing they can do to me there; this has to do with the illness. Madame Pomfrey can't do anything. I'm really better now." She smiled to them. "Let's go down to breakfast."

Hermione wasn't as sure as she had shown but she knew that no one could do anything about it, so she didn't want them to worry.

They sat down beside Ginny with the Gryffindor table. "Good morning!" She smiled to them.

"Slept well?" Ron mumbled something positive and started to eat at once.

Harry said a yes a little absent while he still looked worried at Hermione.

"What's the matter with you today?" Ginny asked.

"..Moine... ed... us... no..." Ron said with food in his mouth so much of it blew out on the table and Harry who was, unfortuntally, sitting right in front of him.

"Ron, please, behave." Hermione said. "What our little pig over here is trying to say is that I had a small pain behind my ribs on our way down."

"Small!" Harry interrupted. "If that was a small pain, I'm the king of England! You were all pale."

Hermione looked at him. "It really was nothing. I'm completely alright now." It was a lie, but at least not that big. She was actually a little better now.

Ginny looked at her, worried, "Hope you are right."

"Of course I am."

"Fine, if you say it is okay, then I trust you," Ginny smiled.

Hermione got through her morning lessons okay, but the pain was slowly getting worse. She tried to keep it from Harry and Ron, but she noticed that Harry looked worried at her some times. Actually, Hermione was getting a little nervous herself. She knew it was getting closer. On there way to lunch she had the same feeling like in the morning. It was like her chest was blowing up. Her legs couldn't hold her and she cried out before everything went black...

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