Chapter 1- Three Days Grace- Just like you
Chapter 2- Kelly Clarkson- Breakaway
Chapter 3- Steriogram- On and On
Chapter 4- Dashboard Confessional- As lovers go
Chapter 5- Gavin DeGraw- I don't wanna be
Chapter 6- Hoobastank- Same direction
Chapter 7- Green Day- Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Chapter 8- Three Days Grace- Wake up
Chapter 9- Stevie Wonder- They won't go when I go
Chapter 10- N.E.R.D- Maybe
Chapter 11- Green Day- Wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and past.
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends.

Like my fathers come to pass,
Seven years has gone so fast.
Wake me up when September ends.

Here comes the rain again,
Falling from the stars.
Drenched in my pain again,
Becoming who we are.
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost.
Wake me up when September ends.

Summer has come and past.
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends.

With his good deed out of the way for the month, Draco sighed and made his way back to his room. He heard the Jar pop open in the bathroom and closed his eyes briefly as he waited for the yelp of surprise. It didn't come. Most Slytherin's were a bit squeamish when it came to using the stuff; Draco was the first couple of times. His father had handed him the jar and left the room after the weekly beating. It looked like it would smell horrible and that it would sting like all of the other gels in potion books. The one he kept at all times was almost identical to his fathers, only it didn't burn the skin on contact, a sick joke his father played on him for wanting to face the pain the easy way.

"What is this?" she asked from the door way.

"Healing gel." He answered, snobbishly.

"I know that." She answered with an eye roll. "Where did you get it?"

"Around." He answered, avoiding her eyes.

"Where is around?" she asked only to be interrupted by voice's yelling and someone pounding on the door of the common room. "You can hear that in here?" she asked, sounding surprised.

"Yes, you can probably hear it too. Go into your room and find out." He offered, trying to get her to leave.

"I'm going to answer the door." She shot back at him, walking over to the door of his room and throwing it open.
She looked out first, probably to see if Parkinson really left, and walked out to the door. Draco went to the door and watched as she opened the portrait to the common room and stepped aside to let who ever it was in. She was smiling now.

"Harry, Ron, how you have been?" she asked before she turned and saw him looking out at the golden trio with disgust. "Go away." She ordered.

"No, it's not just your common room. I can go where ever I want." He answered as he walked out and sat down on the couch.

"Come on Hermione, we can go to the Gryffindor common room." Potter said, before Weasel put a protective arm around her and started walking her to the door.

"It's after curfew, you shouldn't even be here." She pointed out in her most annoying 'This-is-
your-mother-speaking" voice. She almost always sounded like that.

"Yeah, Potter, you wouldn't want Granger to loose Head girl, would you?" he asked, smirking when the Weasel turned red and started sputtering incoherently.

"Shove it, Ferret." Potter growled at him.

"Is that all you could come up with? I could understand that coming from Weasel, but you, you strike me as an original character." Draco pointed out, raising his right foot to rest it on his left knee.

"Harry, he's not worth it." Granger said suddenly, causing Draco to snap his attention to the girl.

She was glancing back and forth between the two. Her eye's closed and she swayed before she regained some control and put a hand on Weasels arm. Her 'friends' didn't even notice, how typical.

"Ahh, look's like you're finally realizing you like me." Draco said a smug smile on his face.

"Shut up, over grown prat." She hissed at him before her eyes drifted shut once again, this time she had to support herself with both hands.

"Hermione, you okay?" the Weasel finally noticed.

"Yes, I'm fine." She answered, righting herself after her eyes fluttered open.

"Are you sure, you don't look so good." He continued.

"Thank you so much, Ronald. I'll come to you from now on for compliments." She said sweetly before untangling her self from Weasel's, who was turning a bright shade of red, limbs and setting herself a little way's away.

"'Mione, you know I didn't mean it like that." Weasel, or Ronald, he'd have to remember that for future use, said with a great sigh.
"I know." She said softly. "I'm sorry, but I'm stuck with him," she explained with a finger pointed at him "and he's been making my life a living hell for the past week." She ended, pushing her hair back from her face.

"Don't worry, you can always come and visit us." Potter said, like that was reassuring to anyone.

"I know thanks. You guys better go now. I don't want you getting into any trouble the first day back."

Ever the Gryffindor, Draco thought. If a Slytherin had been in here after curfew he would have called Dumbledore on the first knock. She was trying to save them from getting in trouble.

"You know I'm going to Dumbledore with this." He answered when the door closed behind the two idiots.

"If you go to Dumbledore, I'll deny it and have you mentally unfit." She countered.

"If I loose Head boy, you loose Head girl." He reminded her.

"I really wish some one who deserved the position got Head boy." She said as she turned to go to her room.

Before she made it two steps she fell, and didn't get up. Draco looked around the room, now wishing Potter and Weasel had stayed. Sighing, he stood up and walked over to where she laid.

"Granger?" he asked, poking her with the toe of his boot.

She didn't move.

"Granger?" he asked again, the point of his boat once again making slight contact with her side.

With a sigh he squatted down next to her and shook her shoulder gently. She didn't move, but it looked like she was breathing so he was pretty sure she'd be okay. He looked at her face and noticed it was paler than usual, well what he thought would be usual. Whenever she looked at him her face was beat red, not a very lovely color on her.

"Granger, wake up." he ordered, almost hoping she'd open her eyes and start laughing at him. It didn't happen. "Granger?"

She didn't move and he watched her a couple more minutes before deciding what to do. Putting a arm under her knees and another under her back he gently lifted her up and carried her to the couch. She didn't wake up the whole time he'd moved her so he was surprised that when he settled her on the couch she opened her eyes and stared at him.

"What happened?" she asked groggily.

"you passed out." he told her, realizing that he should have lowered his voice slightly when she winced.

"It's nothing." she answered stiffly, trying to get up.

"Fine." he muttered and sat in a chair as she tried to get up. She failed and ended up falling back onto the couch. "Why did you faint?" he asked, not really caring for the answer.

"When I was little I was in an accident, I have a scar from it. Now whenever something stresses me out I get short of breath." she explained.

"The scar on your back." he said after putting two and two together.

"Ye....how did you know about that?" she asked, looking down at what she was wearing.

"Don't worry about that." he said getting up and walking towards his room.

"Will you help me to my room. I won't be able to walk for a while." she called after him.

He stopped dead before turning to face her. If he helped her, he'd have to carry her, if he didn't she'd stay there and would complain the whole time. He sighed went to the couch. Looking down at her he saw she was regaining color in her cheeks before bending to pick her up. He carried her to her portrait and waited while she said the pass word (Emmy) and walked into her room. When he set her down her arm's lingered around his neck before she terminated all contact. She sighed when he turned around to leave.

"What?" he said through clenched teeth.

"Thank you." was the response he got before going to the door, walking through, and closing it behind him.