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Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K.! Not me! Only the plot belongs to me! Mine! All mine! Muhahaha! LOL!

A/N Thank you, to all my reviewers (and all those people who read my story but DON'T REVIEW!) this chapter will answer some of your questions, also sorry I took so long to update, school work was way overwhelming.

Thanks to:

Tori- I'm trying to write more! I promise, anyways, thanks for reviewing and enjoy! N lemm know what u think!

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Bubble- okay, first, NO Hermione is not married to Draco! And this chapter will answer your question, thanks again for reviewing and let me know what you think on how this is progressing, feel free to e-mail me w/ any questions!

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Everyone thanks also for taking time to read my story, hear it is…

The train ride went on; Hermione concealed herself among a hidden compartment. Ron and Harry were deeply confused and concerned. This year was going to be like no other, they would not have to battle monsters, demons, or Voldemort; this year they were going to have to survive the toughest task of all; the one of true friendship…

The Hogwarts express then came to an abrupt halt signaling that they had arrived. Hermione was the last to exit the train, sulking-ly dragging her small pathetic excuse for a trunk. The carriages and boats were already gone, they had not even noticed that she wasn't there; but its not like she cared or anything, she was used to that by now. She walked, walked the entire rout to Hogwarts in the misty air that filled her eyes greatly, the lights coming from the great hall were blurred, almost swept away from her vision. That was the lights that used to bring her cheer and happiness, the feeling of returning to her second home. As she entered the castle a warm breeze filled with an excited buzzing and laughter filled her head. It made her feel sick, her legs became weaker with each step she advanced upon gradually making her way to that top of the stair case where she peered through the open doors of the great hall. That's were the laughing and talking was coming from… this place felt so different to her, but it wasn't Hogwarts that changer, it was her. She dropped her trunk without a care in the world and started down a corridor. She found herself finally collapsing in an empty pathway that was somehow near…she didn't know where she was, it had been erased from her memory; not literally but it was erased by the dirty little secret that filled her mind.

"You again" said a voice with in the shadows. It was Draco; she could recognize that dreadful voice anywhere. He reviled his presence and stood towering over Hermione.

"What?" she said in a flat voice.

"Stand up" His voice was overly controlling, being used to this Hermione obeyed and stood on demand.

"What do you want?" Her voice was firm but it hinted slight annoyance. No words were spoken but he grabbed her left arm as he had done on the train. Wanting to pull away, she struggled, Draco was not affected by this, he stood still waiting for her to stop. It was like the hand closed around her was stone. Hermione gave up; she gave up just like she did on everything else: school, her friends, her life. She stood still as he slowly pushed the black sleeve up, it reveled a horrid sight, violent, red gashes penetrating deep into her skin. They ranged from her wrist to her shoulder; some were the color of light pink-they were scars, they covered every inch of her arm. Draco looked in to Hermione's glassy eyes, he saw only himself, he could not read her, he could not tell what the power was inside that was doing this to her.

"Where else?" he said dryly. In surprise, with out a word Hermione showed him raw cuts all over her body, on her neck, fingers, and ankles.

Hermione at that very moment felt like dying.

"You know…" Draco spoke again "the room of requirements isn't a bad place to sort out your problems, say sometime during the night…when you can't sleep"

He walked away slowly and disappeared once again into the shadows. He was implying something, she just knew it. Angry and confused, her head filled with thoughts she quickly ran down the corridor again, suddenly stopping right before the great hall. She doubled over clutching her stomach, within a second the threw up and collapsed on the floor unconscious. Only a minute later student filled out of the great hall, Harry and Ron were the first to see what they never would have seen in their wildest dreams…

A/N please r/r, thanx!