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Oh no Malfoy thought backing away, stopping only when his knees buckled against the side of the bed. He dropped down covering his hands with his face. Why did I do that?

He suddenly remembered, his father used to do that. Was he becoming his father?

No...oh no, I can't, I can't be. He was panicked, her face reminded him of his mother's, or even his own. But he wouldn't hit women...right?

But what was that look on Granger's face before she hit me. Does somebody hit - nah. This is bloody Hermione Granger, we're talking about! Are you kidding me, Draco, Do you think the-boy-who-wouldn't-die would allow something like that going on in his kingdom... But then what was that -

No, he thought Hermione Granger is the same annoying prissy little princess she always was, except now... she has boobs. Well, at least there's -

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud banging on his door. Draco strode over but before he could open it Blaise Zabini pushed his way through

"Hey there fuck-face." He said with a smirk. "Dude, were you jerking off? - Did I interrupt something? Why did it take so long to answer the fucking door?"

"No, you retard, I was just thinking." He said, watching Blaise roam his room.

"Right. Sure, whatever you say DrakieeePooo" Blaise laughed to himself before adding "Sweet room," and laid back on Draco's bed.

"Yep." Was all Draco could say.

"Have you seen the mudblood, yet?" Blaise asked suddenly.

"Yea, sure, why?"

"Is she fucking hot or what?"

"Are you telling me you would do a mudblood?" Asked Draco nonchalantly.

"If she's hot, sure. Pleasure is pleasure, dear Draco. It'd be best to know that. Wait, is she still a bitch?"

"Bitchier then your dog, Sanio."

"No way, ahh. Tough luck, normally head boy and head girl get it on."

"Do you think that Granger, bitch or not, would 'get it on, she's more of a prude then your ten year old sister." Draco said loudly. Talking about her made him ease up a bit.

"True that, true that." Blaise added before jumping on Draco's bed.

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Hermione ran back into her room and locked both doors, she was rubbing at her temples. I can't She thought, tears pouring messily down her face. I can't cry ...

She ran over to the bed side table where the lilac scented candle was still waving merrily. She threw open the desk drawer and reached in for her journal - Where is it! She thought angrily Tossing aside random quills, parchments, and textbooks.

Oh no. I can't find it... no, this isn't happening. Panic began to rise, she felt like she was going to throw up. She searched every stretch of her room, the journal was nowhere. She threw herself onto her bed. The only thing she had to confide in, was gone.

She threw her hands around her pillow sobbing uncontrollably until she heard a loud

THUNK

There under her pillow lay her journal, unfazed by the mess around her, Hermione grabbed a quill and pulled open the crimson colored booklet.

September 5.

Dear Friend,

I can't take it. I really, truly can't. It reminds me too much of this summer, and I really just want to forget about that, especially while I'm here, in Hogwarts, where I'm safe. I am safe... aren't I? Malfoy is strong, really strong. But he can't hurt me.

But what's stopping him, no magical locks on doors, no spells, he could barge in whenever it's most comfortable for him. But he wouldn't, those rumors about the Malfoys... they're just rumors, right?

I hope so, Oh Merlin, I hope so.

I need Harry, Ron and Ginny. I need my best friends. If I knew this would be the arrangement for Head Girl and Head Boy, I wouldn't have bothered with school work.

A little too late for that.

- Hermione.

Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes, she quickly wiped them away,stood up, and briskly pulled on her robes. She walked out into the common room, noticing Draco's robes still lying there, and next to that another set of Slythering robes, she quickly walked passed, not thinking twice about who was in his bedroom.

She walked up, around the Dungeons, through the great Hall and up those many steps towards the Gryffindor common room.

The fat lady sat there in her portrait humming quietly to herself,

the moment she saw Hermione she smiled.

"Hello dear, here to see a few friends?" The Fat lady asked politely.

Hermione smiled calmly, "Yes, I missed them. - Caged Lion"

The fat lady opened up the portrait hole, inside Harry and Ron were sitting on the large couch playing a game of exploding snap.

"Hey guys." She said grinning at both of them.

"Hermione!" Ron said enthusiastically and pulled her into a bear hug."what're you doing here? Did Malfoy do something?" Hermione looked at her two best friends, why would she tell them. So they can get into a fight? No - she thought, there was no point.

"Nah, I just came to visit you guys, missed you is all."

"Well we missed you too." Said Harry pulling her into a hug. She sat there for a few minutes before piping up "Where's Ginny?"

"Dormitory" gruffed Seamus from the opposite couch.

Hermione pulled herself up "Thanks." she added, and ran up the stairs towards the girls dormitories.

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Sorry about the shortness of this chapter, I just havea major social studies project due tomorrow.
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