A/N: OH MY GOLLY GEE WHIZ! What on earth have I been up to! Ignoring this wonderful fic! I'm sorry…because this time I really do not have an excuse for not updating. But I do however feel terrible for not doing it! The 6th book was by far my favorite out of all 6. Of course…I seem to always take a liking to the latest one…Sad? Yes a bit.

Disclaimer: I've never written a book that's been published. That's a true fact. Therefore you know for sure that I am not J.K. Rowling. That's a true fact.

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Draco Malfoy was a concrete sort of person. When he had decided to do something, no amount of discussion or silly talk could turn his mind from the task at hand. If he had truly turned his heart and head to the job, he would do it. He had, at least in his mind if not in his head, decided to tell Hermione Granger of who the culprits of this whole affair were. Potter could go be the insensitive little guppy he was and deal with it. It didn't seem fair that the victim of the entire crime didn't even know, while the rest of the staff, friends involved, and such knew.

All he had to do was find her, which was considerably easy considering she was always at the UPC on Saturdays, either studying or staring. He walked in, and with mock surprise he stated,

"Ah…Hermione, who knew you'd be here?"

"Shove off, Malfoy, I'm not in the mood."

In truth, Hermione was not having a great day. She had found Harry and Ron hexing each other. They saw her and had both become pale faced and stopped and walked off without a word. She just wasn't in the mood to even attempt to be kindly to the slimy git of a Slytherin. She didn't have it in her at the moment.

Draco sighed discontentedly, "Well, I'm not exactly in the mood to be doing this either, but if Potter is going to insister on trying to become and Animagus every time he sees you with all that flubbing his mouth does, I really can't take the fact you don't know the truth on your attackers."

Hermione heard the word attackers and her dazed, angry expression dropped immediately to give way to an extremely alert, attentive, sharp look. She sat up straighter and looked directly into Malfoy's eyes.

"Yes, Malfoy?"

"Well, uh…"

The extreme gaze Granger had on Draco made him nervous. Did he really want to tell her this? Could he? Well what else could he do? He had already said the word attackers, said that it was what Potter wanted to tell her, said so many things he couldn't simply back out and say it was nothing. He didn't know the full extent of her training, but the fact was he knew she had been training all the same. He didn't want to know what would happen to him if he didn't tell her after dropping these hints all the time. But her eyes…they felt like they were melting his…How could he turn those melting chocolate eyes into a hard cold brown?

He shook his head, what was he thinking? He was a Malfoy! He had to put himself together! NOW! He had said he would tell her, so he was going to. He stared directly into her eyes without another thought about the warmth they contained and said,

"I know who did it."

The simplicity shocked Hermione. How? Why? What? No…but she had been trying to find out! Studying, investigating, magically and nonmagically. How could he know? How!

Her eyes turned harder.

"How." The cold words slipped through her tongue slicker then silk. She wanted answer, immediately.

"Ah, well, I overheard a conversation…"

And he filled her mind with the conversation he had listened in on before. He told her of how he had simply dismissed it and thought, it must be something else, giving them excuses because it just, simply couldn't be it. She surprisingly understood, maybe because she found out hard to believe herself. He knew he still did. He proceeded to inform her on how his worst suspicions were fulfilled when Potter himself told him of Ron's confession. Granger's eyes took their last turn and became totally cold at this and she sat back. She had been leaning into him closer and closer every time he told her new information. Almost as if it were that if she sat far away she would miss the precious words pouring forth from his mouth. But she exploded at this point.

"WHAT!"

Draco jumped back, shaken. What had he done? What was wrong…? Well, he shook his head, besides the fact that he had just told her that Ron and Seamus, her close friends, were her attackers, and that they hadn't been expelled because the headmaster was the only one who could do expulsions, and presently, he wasn't at the castle. Wow…he mused to himself, she does have quite a lot to be upset about. But why in the world is she bursting out now?

"Harry told YOU before he told ME! ARE YOU TWO EVEN FRIENDS! I'M HIS BEST FRIEND! HOW COULD HE!"

He looked around, people were beginning to stare.

"Uh, Granger, do you mind tuning it down a bit? You seem to be causing quite a crowd."

Hermione looked around. Oh dear. What had she done? More importantly, what had they done! She couldn't try and kill her best friends. But they had plotted, attacked, had no remorse. Had looked her in the eye and told her a joke only and hour ago! What…it was all just so confusing.

Granger paled considerably. Draco stood up and offered her his arm for support to sit her down after he had glared coldly at the crowd and yelled.

"What? Haven't you ever seen a girl before?"

The heads turned back around and continued what they were doing.

"Are you sure your alright, Her-Granger?" He asked for the millionth time.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine already! Don't worry about me. Thank you for telling me but, really, go about your business and stop worrying."

"Alright, Alright already!"

With one last look he walked off out of the UPC. What exactly had he done? He hoped that while she stared and contemplated, she wouldn't turn herself into a vengeful monster.

A/N: again, terribly sorry that I haven't updated in forever ago! Please forgive me! I was just so happy about the 87 reviews and I decided I couldn't believe I almost gave up on this! Dear me! Sorry! Please review!