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Author Note: There you go people, second chapter. It isn't too long, I will try and make the next one longer. Be sure to check out my other stories and my split account Lionsandserpents22

Chapter 2

"You want to know what is wrong? I will tell you what's wrong... it's stupid death eaters like you. I mean look at you, a father's son. You want to be just like him, and guess what so far you are exactly the same as that bastard", Hermione screamed at him.

"Well guess what? I am not a death eater, and I was just trying to help," he screamed back at her. Well who expected anything to change?

(A/N sorry but she wasn't going to spit it all out right now. You will have to wait awhile)

Hermione watched him storm off, a single tear falling down her face. Maybe she was a little harsh. He wasn't a death eater? Oh well he would become one soon enough. Just like his father, that's it he would be just like his father. At least he still had a father she thought sobbing.

Looking at her watch she saw it was almost lunch, she had better go clean up. She walked into the nearest girl's lavatory. She splashed some water on her face that was red and puffy from crying and she drug herself down to the great hall for lunch. She was afraid that if she didn't then Harry and Ron would be worried about her.

"Hey Hermione", Harry greeted her with a smile.

"Hi Harry", she said without a smile.

"Hulo ermie", Ron greeted as he masticated his food.

"Hi Ron", Hermione sighed depressed.

Hermione just stared at her food, slowly moving it around with her fork. Everything was a blur around her. She could hear people talking but she couldn't concentrate on what they were saying. She couldn't see how everyone else's lives were normal when hers wasn't. How could everything go wrong for her, she thought trying to hold back the inevitable tears.

"I gotta go", she choked running out of the great hall. As soon as the doors slammed behind her she started to cry. Running up to her head girl dorm, she flopped on her bed. She grabbed a picture of her parents that she had drawn, and stared at their happy faces. They had done nothing wrong, they were two good muggle people. They had done nothing to the death eaters. They never harmed them in any way. Why were her parents dead, while she was still alive. Why? What was her purpose? Why was she still living? Why couldn't the death eaters kill her?

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Draco walked into the head common rooms, he had watched her at lunch again. She didn't eat at all again. He watched her run out, like she was going to cry again. What did Weasel and Pothead do when they saw this? They just looked at each other, shrugged, and continued to eat. What was wrong with them? He didn't like them, but he expected them to at least know when something was wrong with their friend and be there for her. No all they could do was shrug.

Was he the only one in this whole bloody school who noticed something wrong with her? You would think someone would notice that something was wrong if she wasn't answering any question. Not even the easy ones that she would have to have turned into Neville to not know the answer to.

He could hear Hermione sobbing from her room. Sadly he wasn't surprised. He knew Hermione wasn't a person who cried easily, she was no crybaby. Why couldn't she just tell him what was wrong?

He knew it was something about death eaters. At least that was what she told him. He still hadn't gotten over the fact that she claimed that he was a death eater. He never wanted to join them. He didn't want to rape, torture, and kill innocent people. He never wanted to be like his father. She was right about him being a bastard though. He used to want to be like his father. That was before, he swallowed back the pain and tears he felt coming. He didn't want to think about that.

A/N Ooooo... what did Lucius do to Draco? Hope you enjoyed. Now review!