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Sorry for not updating. Couldn't think! And didn't like my first fifth chapter.

Dear Hermione

He is getting worse. I don't know what to do. I am so worried. Please come home. I'll be writing a letter to Dumbledore for you.

Love you

Mum

Hermione held at the letter, which had just arrived. She had told her parents that she had found the cure, but not much anything else. Hermione was worried her parents would abandon her for it if they found out. Hermione managed to eat a little before classes started and left early. She knew Harry and Ron were getting suspicious by the way they had looked at her. Ginny just nodded knowingly.

Hermione knew that she had to get the cure and fast. Her father's time was running out. Tears sprung to her eyes, thinking about how her mother has it. Finding out her father had a disease, then having to take care of him night and day.

Hermione resolved to work hard in her classes to make her parents proud through the difficult times. She brushed her tears away and headed to Potions, the first class of the day.

Snape, obviously, was disgruntled with Hermione's change of attitude. During the weekend, he had written over ten feet of parchment of ways to deduct points from Gryffindor for Hermione's behavior.

Hermione did not get any detentions and gain several points for Gryffindor that day. All went well until, as usual, Flying. She could never understand it. After six years, six years! They had to reintroducing it. Hermione knew she was lucky to just pass. Today, they were working on the Wronski Feint. Draco Malfoy was talking loudly to the other Slytherins how he had done it successfully during Quidditch Matches many times. Hermione rolled her eyes. Madam Hooch instructed them how to do it, demonstrated for them once and let them practice.

Hermione cautiously got onto her broom and it slowly started to lift up. When she was about seventy feet from the ground, she relaxed a little and steadied the broom. Then she put her right head near the tip of the broom and bent forward slightly. The broom zoomed downward. Halfway, Hermione lost control of the broom. She screamed, but no sound came out of her mouth. Draco, who had been watching, stood there. He hadn't bothered to try. Something in him was tugging at him to help. He got on his broom quickly and flew to the same level as Hermione.

"Hermione! Grab onto my hand!" he shouted to her

Hermione shakily removed her vice-like grip on her broom and stretched out her right hand to Draco's outstretched hand.

"Now climb over to my broom." He said encouragingly

Hermione shook even more. Draco looked at her. This was the first time he had even saw fear in her eyes.

"Come on Hermione."

Slowly but surely, Hermione did. She slipped once and screamed, but Draco held on tight to her hand. Once she had gotten over, Hermione clung on to Draco's waist.

"Granger. If you don't mind, I would like to keep on breathing." Said Draco through clenched teeth.

"Er...sorry." Said Hermione sheepishly

Draco flew them safely to the ground, a distance from the other students. He and Hermione the broom and stared at each other awkwardly.

"Thanks." Hermione said and walked back to the class.

A/n Another short chapter! Grrrr...Hate myself!