Liang- Argh! Don't remind me! The story is like so off plot now lor…haha

Some Beauty Never Fades-Thanks…Maybe he will…maybe he won't…
Rani Singala-TY:)

Sorry again..Take so long to update..I was working on some d/h fic exchange thing. Then after that, I couldn't quite sit still to write. The holidays are here. Haha. Sorry for the LONG update...

As Draco was walking along the corridor, back to his dormitory, he couldn't help but to think about how biased Snape was. Usually he wouldn't have cared less, he would never admit why the change of heart, though he knew. Hermione was changing him to someone he didn't know. He wondered how Hermione was doing... was she in trouble? Sick? He was worried for her. For once, he wasn't thinking about himself, but about someone else. It felt…different…

Hermione felt like her heart had stopped beating. She was at the hospital with her mother waiting for the doctors to examine her father and give her the report. Things did not look too good. It was long past midnight. The nurses walked past, talking and going on their business. But all that was happening seemed like a blur to her. She could not think straight, except that she had not been able to get the flower for her father on time. She felt like a failure. When she went back to Hogwarts the next day, she made up her mind to tell Draco the truth, and hopefully, he would sympathize with her and somehow give her the flower.

"Mrs. Granger?" the doctor was out of the emergency room with his report

Hermione's mother looked up. Hermione couldn't bear to listen as the doctor told her mother the news.

"I'm afraid there's nothing much I or the other doctors can do. He's already holding out longer then we anticipated." The doctor started

Hermione covered her ears tightly. The doctor continued on and on. When he was finished, he walked back into the room.

"Hermione. Go home and take a rest. Tomorrow you'll be going back to Hogwarts. You need your rest. I'll stay here. If I can, I'll send you off at the train station."

Hermione wanted to say "No. I want to stay here.", but seeing her mother's tired brown eyes, she consented.

That night, Hermione cried like a small child of four, for her herself, her mother and most of all her father. Finally, after what had seemed like hours of crying in the cold and lonely house, Hermione fell asleep, tired out by everything.

The sun streamed through the window. It was warm and bright…the exact opposite of how Hermione felt. She carefully folded the last of her clothes and packed the last book into her trunk. She had to be at Platform 9 3/4 before eleven. She looked at the clock. The time was ten. One hour to go. She heard the sound of the house door unlocking. Hermione ran to the door, expecting her mother. There she was, looking like having aged many years. Her face was laced with fatigued. Her brown hair messy. Hermione knew she had been up the whole night. She felt guilty for not insisting to stay and help.

"Good, you're still here. Just let me wash up, and we'll be ready to go." Her mother said as cheerfully as she could

"Mother, you need to have some rest. I'll go by myself."

"Fine. You're as equally stuborn as you're father do you know that?"

Hermione watched her mother walk up the stairs and into her bedroom knowing it would be the last time she would get to see her in a long, long time.

The taxi she had called was waiting outside. The driver helped her carry her heavy trunk into the back while Hermione settled into the taxi.

"London Trainstation please." Hermione told him after he had entered the taxi.

And the journey back to Hogwarts began. The letter to Draco lay on her table, forgotten..

Draco was feeling nervous. The next Death Eater meeting would be in a few nights. With Blaise giving him snide looks and Hermione not back, he could get into a lot of trouble with the Dark Lord.