The weight of a chirping bird on Hermione's shoulder woke her up from her deep slumber. Opening her eyes, she realizes that it is dawn already. Funny, but she seems to be leaning on somebody's shoulder. She remembered clearly that she was alone last night. Then the all too familiar scent entered her nose. Malfoy.

Hermione quickly stood up, waking Malfoy with her movements. Picking up his robe that had covered them through the night, she threw it back into his face and stormed off.

"Hermione." Malfoy was too fast for her, he had gotten hold of her wrist before she could get away from him.

"What do you want?"

"A chance."

"How so? It was just not too long ago that you had promised me you would at least be loyal. I was skeptical about it. But after the night before, when you were so kind to Ginny, I thought I could commit to this relationship after all. Guess what? You had to break your promise a SINGLE day after I started to believe that you weren't so bad after all. It hurts you know? When what you believed in just dropped to nothingness like that in such a short period of time."

"I didn't mean to hurt you like that. Honest. Pansy and I have an arranged marriage, which I desperately want to get out of. I like you, Hermione, and I believe I could love you. Just give me a chance."

"Till the day that you learn to be loyal, don't approach me for a chance. And if you take too long, I would just get another guy."

Hermione shook her hand out of Malfoy's and just left him standing there, as she walked away without as much as a glance back.

Draco was quite depressing in the next few days. It even influenced the whole of Slytherin to lose their edge. Pansy tried to cheer him up by being her slut-y old self. But all he did was shrug her off. Even Blaise was at his wits end to even force a syllabus out of Draco's mouth. However, every morning and night, Draco would tack a letter on Hermione's door, begging for forgiveness. Draco suspects that Hermione threw them out without even reading them, but he still continued, hoping that one day she would relent. Days dragged by, and Hermione's nonchalant behavior got him more and more depressed. He even went to the extend of skipping classes and locked himself in his room. It got to the point that Hermione became worried. It seems like he has been skipping meals too.

Blaise had approached her once and talked to her about Draco. He said that as much as Draco had a play-boy past, he had never seen him so depressed in his whole life about a girl. They came and they went, he never minded at all. But this time, he was really out of himself. She felt guilty for causing him so much hurt. She believed that he had learnt his lesson, but can she be convinced that he had changed for good? She didn't know. Should she give him a chance? Maybe she should, he had suffered enough.

Three weeks into their dramatic separation, she wrote him a letter. Telling him that she forgives him. They could still be friends, just friends, until she is convinced otherwise. She hope it is enough to get him into his normal self again, or at least to start eating again.

It was two in the morning when Hermione decided that it was the best time to tack the letter on his board. She did not want to meet him face to face yet.

She reaches his door just in time as he opened it. Draco looked haggard. He was unshaven and had a mess of hay-like substance as hair.

"Hermione!" Draco grabbed her hands like a hungry man grabbing his food. "Hermione!"

i hope this chap clears up some stuff for you guys...i try to update as often and as fast as i can..real sorry...but school has been a bitch to me...please be patient...