Chapter 7: Uncontrollable Tears

Hermione was sitting in a chair next to an unconcious Draco Malfoy. She had been assigned to attend to him the day he hit his head off the entrance door to the castle. He had been thrown back into it and was knocked unconcious.

It had been a month since Harry's detentions started. Dumbledore had almost expelled him, but due to Harry's academic performance, he was forced to let him stay. Harry was forbidden from playing Quidditch, and had detention every Monday and Friday for the rest of the school year. On Monay, his detention Professor was McGonagall, and on Fridays, it was his least favorite teacher, Snape.

Hermione felt that Harry deserved more, but she held no grudge against him. She knew how he felt about her. She was actually surprised that Ron hadn't done anything, seeing as he was usually the one to lash out. Hermione was angry with Harry, but she was still on speaking terms with him.

Blaise came to visit Draco every day, hoping that he would be awake, but he never was. Hermione had stayed at Hogwarts over Christmas so that she could look after Draco while he was on the mend.

Draco awoke in the middle of the night. He looked around the room and saw that there was a girl about his age, although he had no idea what that was, sleeping in a chair next to his bed. He didn't know the girls name, but she seemed vaguley familiar to him. Draco got out of bed and went to the first door that he saw. When he opened it, he was led to a room that had chairs, desks, a fireplace, and two different colored sofas. The second door that he opened led to a walk-in closet and the third led to what he was looking for; the bathroom.

Hermione woke up tro find that Draco was not in his bed. She stood up and panicked. She went to the coomon room to find that he wasn't there, but then she saw some light coming from the bathroom. She went to the door and found that she could unlock it surprisingly easily. When she got inside, she waited for Draco to remove himself from the shower and sat on the toilet seat lid. She was sitting in the bathroom for about ten minutes when she noticed that Draco's wand was in the trash can. She picked it out of the garbage and sat back on the toilet seat lid just as Draco got out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and didn't notice Hermione until she said something.

"You need to learn not to throw away your wand."

Draco flipped himself around and said, "Two thing: First, why are you in the bathroom at the same time as I am, and Second, who are you?"

Hermione had a look of both confusion and hurt on her face. "You don't remember me do you?" Hermione tried to make herself laugh, but the tears were already forming in her tired eyes.

"Obviously not."

Out of no where, Pansy Parkison came running through the door into the bathroom and wrapped her arms around Draco. "Oh My Gods, Draco. I thought I was going to lose you."

Draco pulled Pansy off of him and looked into her eyes. "Pansy?"

"You remember me?"

"Of course. How could I forget you?"

Draco pulled Pansy back into a hug and looked around to find Hermione's robes whipping out of the room. He sighed. That girl seems so familiar. It's as if I should know her, but I don't. Life is full of puzzles, I guess.

Hermione's heart was ripped out of her as Draco asked Pansy how he could forget her. The tears fell down her face as she ran as fast as she could toward Gryffindor Tower. She knew what Harry had done and she was going to make him feel guilty. No matter how much she knew it was wrong, she was going to do it.

As Hermione ran into the Gryffindor common room, there was only one person that had not gone to bed yet; Ginny. She asked Hermione what she wasupset about, but Hermione simply ingnored her and headed straight to the boy's dormitory, followed by Ginny. She banged through the door and Dean woke up asking what happened.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Harry woke up at Hermione's shrill voice.

"Why would you do something like that, Harry? How could you make him love her?" By now, everyone in the dorm was awake and standing around Harry's bed. They all watched Harry and Hermione carefully.

"What could have possibly possessed you to do this to me? Why would you want to hurt me so badly? What have I ever done to you? Did I offend you in some way?"

Harry sighed. "I didn't do it to hurt you. I did it so that Malfoy couldn't hurt you."

"He never hurt me Harry. You did. You hurt me in the worst way possible. and that includes all the things that have happened to me combined. I never thought that I would say what I'm about to say, but I have no choice."

Harry sat on his bed, waiting for the worst. He glanced at Ron, who had a look of terror on his face.

"Harry James Potter . . . . .you are hereafter this moment to never speak to me again."

Harry tried to say something, but nothing happened. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He looked like a fish without water. He turned to Ron and said, "What did she do?"

Ron sighed. "If anger from one person to another is so powerful, that anger can be made into a spell. After the person casts the spell, the person that they cast it upon will never be able to do what they told them not to do, unless they lift the spell from you themselves. Only a really powerful and gifted witch or wizard is ever able to do such a spell."

Harry looked at Hermione. She had so much anger and hurt in her eyes that Harry wanted to fly into her arms and hold her until she forgave him. But he never got the chance. Hermione fled the room and went to the only place that she could call home; the room of the Head Girl.

Only fifteen minutes after she layed her head in her pillow, her door slowly opened to reveal Draco Malfoy. He walked over to her bed and touched her shoulder. She gasped at his touch and was surprised when he held her in his arms so she could cry for hours. When she was done crying, Draco lifted her head and kissed her lips. When he realized what he was doing, he pulled away and said, "I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that."

Hermione closed her eyes and started to think back on all the times that they had together. The memory of the first time they had sex came to her mind and she wondered if this memory was buried deep inside Draco's mind. She opened her eyes and the tears came rolling down her cheeks.

When Draco asked her why she was crying, the tears just fell faster and her heart was broken into the tiniest peices. She would never be able to find anyone that she would love as much as Draco and she knew that there was no way to get him to remember what they had. Harry had no counter-affect and Hermione was unable to tell Draco of the memories they had. For the only person he would believe, would be his best friend. Suddenly, Hermione stopped crying and she got her best idea, but she was going to need the help of Blaise Zabini and this was going to be close to impossible.