A/N: loosing some hope and patience with this fic… in a very sad angsty mood today, so don't be expecting any smiles or joys here. PAIN AND ONLY PAIN! And I wont regret it either…so humph!

Thanks though to all my reviewers…it's been hard updating though, because my internet is being very, very weird and screwed up! It's angering me immensely…ugh…but that isn't why I had this not so sudden wave of sadness…but I'm not about to pour my soul out on the internet!

Disclaimer: nothing's mine except for the feelings, yea…those are mine…

Last chapter: well NOW you're about to find out what not so amazing object is in the little book of Hermione's. so, since I love to leave you in short chapters with cliffhangers and then skip around points to make you wait for answers, I just suggest you read the entire story before coming to chapter 12…duh…

Quickly Hermione realized that the last quarter of the book was entirely stuck, and it seemed to have a long, narrow pocket. She gasped when she saw what lay inside.

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A small, long, silver dagger lay inside the box like cut out in the book.

((A/N: now, I hate interrupting the flow of the first sentence of the story and all, but don't worry…I'm not THAT angst ridden to make Hermione a cutter, I hate stories where she does that….now on with the story…))

One of her hands flew to her mouth, and the other reached inside to grab the black hilt of the small knife. She firmly held it in her petite hand, fingering the elegant twists it held on the small curves the dagger used to hold the shining silvery sharp metal that could pierce skin easily. She let her fingers wander from the handle, to the razor sharp edge. She explored it in one hand before switching to the other, letting the unused hand lie idle at her side. She sent her hands on a search until she knew the sword so well she could easily avoid cutting herself in pitch darkness.

Satisfied that she knew every square millimeter of it, she let it rest gently in its hiding spot. This would be exactly what she needed for revenge.

Just as she had finished tucking it securely under her pillow she saw Malfoy walk in. Curious as to what he was doing she pretended to be asleep.

"Granger, I know you're awake, so quit acting."

"What'd you come here for, Malfoy?" she asked coolly.

"Tut, tut, tut, Ms. Granger, I expected you to be a tad more polite to your savior." He paused before answering her question, "I came here to find my wand, I thought I had it, but I suppose I must have left it here…again" He muttered the again part so softly that only he heard what had been said.

"No, I can't say that I've seen any unaccompanied wands about here…Unless, of course, they look like this." She pulled out a wand that had been sticking rather obviously and pointedly from between the mattress she lay atop of, and the bed framing.

Malfoy looked slightly embarrassed at first before leaning over to take it from her.

"Ah, ah, ah, Mr. Malfoy, where are your manners?" She said quietly jerking her hand out of his hand's path so that he fell on her leaving his face merely inches from hers.

He looked into her face for awhile and for a moment Hermione thought she recognized pity and sadness coursing through the uncharacteristic eyes full of emotions and feelings. She, careful not to harm herself in any way, shoved him forcefully away from her and tossed his wand into his outstretched hands.

"Have a nice day, Malfoy." She remarked casually while turning to her side to stair out of the window to evade looking at him.

Draco cleared his throat before answering her.

"And you too, Granger."

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Draco couldn't believe what had just happened! He was furious! She had tricked him, fooled him, a Mudblood flabbergasting a Pureblood family such as his! How dare she… And then, just as suddenly as the prank had gone, she shoved him off of her as soon as, shocked, he had let his emotional mask fall to reveal the pity and sorrow he had been feeling for her a moment before. He still couldn't get over what she'd done. And the worst part about it, was he wasn't sure if he really minded all that much being so close to her. After all, he had already seen her with absolutely nothing on, and had held her and carried her that way. So why should falling on her when there was two sets of clothes and a blanket between them make him feel so uncomfortable…but not in the way he had anticipated? He cringed slightly at thinking what his father would say about all of this. Quickly he disclosed the thought into another area of his brain that only his dreams dealt with.

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Hermione could not understand why she had done that to Malfoy. One minute she had expected him to see the wand he had accidentally left in that odd place while visiting with her parents…unnoticed and afterwards while he had thought she was asleep…but still had visited all the same. The next minute she was saying all sorts of odd things to him that she herself wasn't sure just what exactly was being implied. He had, of course, or so she'd been told, been the one to rescue her when she had been totally exposed. So then why, exactly, did it feel so weird to be near him when they were fully covered? She wasn't quite sure she wanted an answer to that question, and so mentally skipped it and went to the next question. Why on earth had she tricked him into falling on her? She really should've asked herself this first if you were going to go technical and work with the entire timeline of things, but she was working at her own limits here. Why oh why had she done that? It was completely irresponsible and pointless and stupid! She inwardly smacked herself for being so childish.

O000O haha…looks like the front of a car…