A/N: I thank you for your reviews and hope you have the best of luck comprehending this chapter. Just kidding! I have to worn you, violence is in this and maybe other chapters so, here you go.

Disclaimer: I don't own… Oh forget it you know how it goes!

Hermione rolled over and opened her eyes. Where was she? She didn't remember having purple sheets! Oh, wait, that was just the couch. But, how did she get here? All she remembered was waking up! Oh, hang on; she remembered talking with Draco, going to dinner, she had a fight with Ron, and then… crying on the floor. But how did she get here? She looked around her and saw Draco laying on the couch across form hers. He was wearing the same things that he was wearing yesterday. He had stayed with her. She smiled and went up to her bathroom to shower.

XOXOXOXO

Draco stirred and opened his eyes. He saw an empty couch a bookshelf the wall a- wait! An empty couch! Were was Hermione? Where did she go? What happened to her? He sat up and ran to her dorm were the door was cracked. He walked in and heard the shower running. Good, she was safe. He sighed and took the long way back to his dorms to get himself ready for his own shower.

He heard the water stop, so he knocked on the bathroom door.

"Who is it?" he heard his love call through the door.

"Draco, you big idiot!" he called back with a smile on his face. She laughed and told him to hang on. After about two minutes, he heard Hermione call for him to come in. He opened the door and saw her dressed in a black knee-length skirt and a navy blue spaghetti strap shirt. Her hair was still wet and a few strands stuck to her cheeks. She smiled at him and he smiled back. "Here, let me help you with that." He did a quick drying spell on her hair and she ran a brush through it.

"Thanks Draco, for everything." She stood on her toes and kissed him on his cheek and walked out of her side of the bathroom. Draco smiled and started the water for his shower.

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"Thanks Draco, for everything." She stood on her toes and kissed him on his cheek and walked out of her side of the bathroom. She smiled put on some navy blue "low-top" Converse and walked toward the Gryffindor tower.

She walked up to the portrait of the Fat Lady, said the password, "Felly tone," and went in while pondering why the Gryffindor prefects would pick a strange password like that. She looked around the Gryffindor tower and sighed. She loved the purple of her new common room, but she would always love the scarlet of her old tower. She crossed the room and was about to go into the girl's dormitory when she heard someone call her name.

"Hermione, um… can we talk." Hermione turned around slowly to face her best friend Ron.

"Yes Ron? What do you want?" She said, tears threatening to fall.

"Well… I just wanted to say, sorry. I was way out of line and I wanted you to forgive me. Please forgive me." Ron gave her an awkward smile and took her hand in his.

Hermione sighed; this was the same 'I'm sorry' speech he had given her after he… did that thing. "Ok Ron, I forgive you. Now I need to go talk to your sister. I'll see you later." He got a quick kiss on her cheek before she sped off to Ginny's dormitory. "Ginny!" She panted after running all the way up the stairs, "Ginny, we need to talk."

Ginny sat up in her bed and looked at Hermione with sleepy eyes. "Ok, what's up?"

"Its about Draco… I don't know he's just so… different. Sweet, kind, he thinks about what I want first. We have so much fun just talking and…" She went on and on about how nice he was and eventually talked about how beautiful his eyes are and how she just melted when she saw them.

"Hermione," Ginny said excitedly when Hermione was through talking, "You've got a thing for Draco don't you?"

"No! Ginny, Why would you think that?" Hermione asked curiously. "I don't have a 'thing' for Draco! He's a Malfoy!"

"Yes, but, my dear Hermione, weren't you just saying how nice he is. And how handsome, sweet, caring, how much of a gentleman he is and-"

"Ok! Ok, I get it but I don't like him like that. At least, I don't think I do." Hermione paused to think. Well he is a nice caring guy. Not to mention handsome. "No I can't! Ginny, Ron and I-"

"Look," Ginny interrupted, " you wanted my advice right? Well, here it is. I don't think Ron is the best guy for you right now. Or ever!"

Hermione almost flinched at the harshness of her best girlfriend's words. Maybe she was right. At least with Malfoy she could have an intelligent conversation that didn't involve Quidditch, or food.

She left Gryffindor tower her mind swimming with questions. Was Ginny right about Malfoy? Should she break it off with Ron? The more she thought about it the more she liked the idea. She did have more fun with Ron and Harry before they were dating! By the time she reached the Head's Common Room, she had concocted the perfect thing to say to her, soon-to-be, ex-boyfriend.

She walked through the portrait and up to her dorm room. She had classes tomorrow and she needed to prepare. She got together her quills and parchment and set them neatly in her bag. She stood up after a few minutes of rearranging, and trotted down the stairs to see Draco reading on the couch. He didn't seem to notice her come down she sat casually on the love seat and watched him read.

Finally after a little while, she saw him look up at her. "Hey, 'Mione. What's up?"

"Draco," she said testily, "can I ask your advice?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"I think… I'm going to break it off with Ron. But, I'm a little scared of what he could do to me. I wanted to know if you thought it was a good idea."

"I think it's an excellent idea. You're doing the right thing. Hey, if you want, I'll follow you so I can stop him if he tries to do anything to you."

"Draco, you would do that for me?" Hermione smiled and blushed a bit.

"Of course, Hermione. You're probably the closest thing I have to best friend. Malfoy's are loyal to their best friends, you know." Hermione swooped down and kissed Draco on the cheek and told him to hurry, that they had to find Ron.

XOXOXOXO

It took them a little while to locate Ron. Draco walked a little while behind Hermione so that if she rounded a corner and he was there, Ron wouldn't see them together. Finally, Hermione saw Ron and Harry coming out of the dungeon area; no doubt coming form detention. "Ron," Hermione called down the long hallway, "wait up!" Hermione ran to catch up and Draco quickly and quietly maneuvered behind armor so he was about three feet away from Ron and Hermione, but couldn't be seen.

"I'll catch up with you later, Harry." Ron called to his best mate. "So, what's up, love? Wanna find an empty classroom somewhere?" He ran a finger down the length of her waist. Draco would have punched him if he could.

"No, Ron," Hermione said firmly shoving his hand away, "Listen, we need to talk. I think… I think that we should stop being a 'we' and start being an 'I'."

It took a minute for Ron to understand but realization and rage were evident after about thirty seconds. "So, you're breaking up with me then?" He said with a menacing tone. This was the tone of voice Hermione told Draco to be aware of; she said she was frightened of Ron like that.

"Y-yes Ron. I'm breaking up with you."

"No!" Ron roared, and without time for Draco to even jump out from behind the armor, Ron Drew his hand back, and slapped Hermione in the face. Hard. Hermione was sent sprawling to the ground as Draco leapt from behind his hiding place. He had promised Hermione that he would only restrain Ron, but this infuriated Draco. He drew his hand back and punched Ron in the face a lot until he heard Hermione scream for him to stop.

Draco stopped in mid-punch and finally took a look at his handy work. Ron had two black eyes, a bloody lip, and his nose looked broken and was bleeding. Draco roughly shoved Ron to the floor and brushed off his robes like he had blood-traitor filth on him, when in reality it was just touching Ron that grossed him out. Draco backed up so he was side-by-side with Hermione and glared at Ron before growling, "Touch her again, and I'll kill you myself."

Hermione touched Draco's arm and he helped her off of the floor and turned and they walked away with out even looking back.

XOXOXOXO

Hermione walked around Hogwarts at mid-night feeling like a new woman. This was her first night for rounds and she was elated to be on patrol and in-charge. She was so happy when she got to the Third floor; she forgot that she was done! She kept walking around and finally realized something was wrong when she saw Draco at the end of a long hallway. Hermione was a bit taken aback with his sudden appearance but walked up to him anyway.

"Draco? What are you doing on my floor?" Draco looked at her quizzically after turning around and hiding something behind his back. "What is that, that you have?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"Nothing, what do you mean 'your floor' you're only supposed to be on floors one, two, three, and the dungeons. Hermione looked around her; she was indeed on one of Draco's patrolling duties.

"Oh," Hermione blushed, "right. Guess I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. My fault!" Hermione turned around and headed toward their common room questions swimming around in her head. 'What did Draco have behind his back? Why did he hide it from me? Is it something from when Voldemort was alive?' Hermione didn't know these answers but she wanted to find out, very badly.

She made her was back to the dorm and got into her nightclothes. Her head hit the pillow and she was almost instantly whisked away into a beautiful dream world that was free of dark objects and thoughts. But wasn't free of a certain Slytherin Prince.

XOXOXOXO

Draco slipped the two-way mirror he had come into possession of back into his bag. He had gotten it when he was twelve. His mother gave it to him as a secret gift. One even Voldemort didn't know about. They used it as secret communication. Draco had a way to talk to his dear mother, Narcissa. Now Narcissa was no angel, but she was the closest thing he ever had to a friend. She was the soul reason he wasn't a Death Eater. She told him of the gruesome reality of the Dark Lord. How bloody the lives of his mother and father were. After Voldemort tried to recruit Draco, he remembered the tales, and refused. And as punishment for his decision, Lucius preformed the Cruciatus Curse on his son. His mother then said that it was a little pinch compared to what her master could do. Voldemort killed his parents. Killed them three days before he met his own 'tragic' demise by a Mr. Harry Potter, a Mr. Weasley, and a Miss Granger.

Draco was devastated beyond all comprehension. Sure, Lucius and Narcissa weren't the best, but they were still his parents. And Draco often found himself in empty hallways at his big dark house, Malfoy Manor, alone calling into the mirror, with no response. And he wasn't going to stop just because he was at school. Although he wouldn't admit it, he was in a form of denial. He knew his mother was gone but, there was always a chance she might answer, from heaven or… hell.

Draco finished patrolling his hallways and returned to his room. It was well into the early hours of the morning so we threw on his school uniform and read a few pages into his book.

XOXOXOXO

Hermione opened her eyes and walked down her stairs. Draco was laying on the couch his book lying on the floor its pages ruffled. Draco's arm was hanging off of the side of the purple fluffy goop that was their soft couch He was asleep and he looked so peaceful. Hermione didn't want to wake him but she had to.

Hermione sat by him and, putting her face by his, whispered his name. He moaned and lifted his arm. Before she really even knew what happened, he grabbed her and pulled her to his sleeping form. She was pinned. She could go anywhere or do anything. "Draco," she breathed. She had never been this close to him before. She could see every detail of his perfect face. There were no blemishes. And the only puncture wounds he suffered from were where his piercing went. "Draco," she whispered a bit loader, "Let me go. It's time to get up."

He grunted again and pulled her closer and mumbled in his sleep, "mine."

Hermione smiled and almost giggled. She shook him awake and he jumped. "What!" He yelled in shock as his eyes flew open.

Hermione did laugh at this. "Draco, classes start in five minutes and we have to go to D.A.D.A." She giggled a little while longer and they walked out of the common room together whilst Draco was interrogating Hermione about why she was laughing at him. She simply smiled and led him to the fourth floor. They walked in and all eyes turned to them. Hermione blushed and took a seat next to Harry. He was sitting alone because Ron happened to be sitting next to Lavender, very close to her to say the least. They were practically sitting on each other!

The new professor, Professor Lackey walked into the room and stood at the front of the class. She was a young girl only looked to be in her late twenties. She had long blond hair that flowed about to where Hermione's fell and she wore purple, lots of purple. She wore a lavender headband; she had lavender nails, lavender robes, and even lavender shoes. Hermione, if allowed, would have at least worn a pair of her hundreds of Converse. But this woman, she had to match perfectly. She was like a bloody She-Lockhart! But Hermione had no choice but to sit through a boring class that the members of the D.A. already knew. Oh, and the bloody walls were purple as well. She sighed and took notes on how to conjure a Patronus.

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Draco jerked awake to Hermione's touch. She smiled at him and they walked out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Who cared how to conjure a bloody Patronus he already knew how he could by the time he was fifteen! He had to learn if he was going to keep those blasted dementors away from his house in the middle of the night. His took the form of a dragon.

They walked to their separate classes and went to lunch. The only thing different from last year was that instead of trying to think of ways to ruin Hermione's life, he wanted to make it a bit better.

Classes were finally over and he headed towards his dorm. He was walking past the library when he saw her. Hermione ran into the library with her head down. Curiosity getting the better of him, he followed her. She was in the very back corner when he finally caught up to her. Her head was buried in her arms and her back was heaving. Draco walked up to her and put his hand on her back. Her muscles tensed, but relaxed when he said "Hey, 'Mione, what's wrong? Did Ron do something?"

She looked up at him and threw her arms around his waist (he was still standing). He sat down and pulled her into his lap. "Oh, Draco, what am I going to do?"

"Well I can't help you if I don't know the problem," he said as soothingly as he possibly could. She sniffed a few times and took a deep breath.

"Draco, my mother is dead. She was killed… by the Avada Kedavera curse."

A/N: Oh no! Poor Hermione! What will she do! Review and I might put up a fourth chapter.

Chapter teaser:

"Hermione," Draco said wrapping his arms around her.

She leaned into him and smiled, "Yes, Draco?"

He blushed a bit and continued, "I uh… need to tell you something… it's really important."