A/N: yea…I'm ok now! No messed up me anymore! Isn't that good? I'll stop yelling at all of you now, because, you probably don't want to hear it anymore (nor do you deserve it!)! Anyways…

Sorry I haven't updated! My internet connection keeps messing up AND there was this bizarre storm where there was like tornado sirens going off n WOW did it scare me like crazy! Usually I l o v e storms! But my sister was gone and I'm usually trying to calm her down! So I dunno…I got a little frightened!

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Last Chapter: I haven't written in awhile! Can I even remember? Hum dee dum…. Yes, I believe I remember (that or I just looked at it and read it!)! Well it's a bit hard to explain so you'll have to go back n read it yoself!

Chapter 16

Harry knew he had to tell Hermione about what had happened. Whenever he got near her he felt like he was going to actually do it, to reveal the truth she desperately (without knowing she was desperate) needed to know. He would open his mouth, shut it, open it, over and over again until he got enough sense to keep his jaw up and just walk away leaving a very confused Hermione.

It broke his heart to see her talk to Seamus and Ron. If only she knew. It pained him and a flood of anger poisoned his blood stream staring at her when she laughed at a humorous comment Seamus would say, or when Ron would touch her arm slightly when she had a downcast look on her face, and then watching her smile at his touch caused his blood to boil so much more.

How dare they! How could they? They dared to look her in the eyes! How could they touch her arm, smile, joke, when they had done that to her! It was preposterous, insane, it didn't seem humane! What was wrong with them? Did they have some mental disorder that caused them this thing? To Harry it was indescribable! How in the world could they even live with that guilt on their minds?

But judging on the fact that they always seemed cheerful and smiley, Harry could put little into that theory, because it seemed as if they had no guilt at all anyway. When oh when was Dumbledore coming back to Hogwarts? He needed them to be punished, because if he told Hermione what they had done, and she saw them walking around like that, knowing she had talked to them mere seconds before, she might have some sort of anxiety attack followed by some major stress issues. He couldn't do it, and he knew he couldn't.

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Draco's mind wandered from one vast train of thought to the other. There were two things that popped into his mind more than his other random daily thoughts of torturing helpless Hufflepuffs and 'brave' Gryffindors. One thing that happened to come to mind a lot was the Love Potion incident.

He could not get over it. Who had done it? Why had they? But these thoughts seemed trivial to the other thing that always happened to be uncovered by his thinking often. Hermione Granger.

She was so distant, all of the time she was distant. He could feel himself heat up with malice when he saw her with Seamus or Ron. Didn't they feel shame? Honestly, if he had done such a thing, he didn't think he'd be able to touch the girl and talk to her, or even look her in the eyes. It disgusted him at their reactions. How, how, how, how! How did they take her intense gaze and feel no remorse?

Pushing it aside, he realized Hermione needed to learn of who the perpetrators were. If Harry was going to act like some sort of fish moving his mouth like that without saying a word of explanation, he would take matters into his own hands.

He sat in the Great Hall looking at her discreetly.

"Whatcha lookin' at, Draco?" A voice interrupted his gaze and accompanying thoughts. The voice belonged to a Mr. Gregory Goyle.

Draco looked into Goyle's eyes for a bit before answering.

"Nothing, Goyle, just thinking."

Tonight, he would tell her, tonight he had to. He would tell Potter, but it didn't matter what Scarhead said to him, he was still going to tell her. She had to know, even if it would torture her to be so close to them, she had to know.

Ending A/N: Sorry it's a bit short and all, but I'll have to find my Muse, because I can't think in the storyline way, so if that was a bit forced sounding, very sorry! Please review! I haven't gotten very many reviews…and where oh where has a very faithful reviewer gone? cries desperately is it that bad or are they just busy? sniffs