A/N: as I type this I have No Internet and it's Ticking Me OFF!, I won't have any until October 4th. Ugh, Here you go Chappy 21. Yeah I typed a lot when there was no internet, can you tell, well apparently there is internet now so here you goes.

Sprinting out of the great hall with her head in her hands Hermione weeped. She didn't care how cold it was outside she needed to get as far away from Draco as possible.

She ran blindly out into the freezing cold. Not watching where she was going she bumped into a very large object. Opening her eyes Hermione saw what she bumped into. "Oh, I- I am very So-Sorry Madame Maxime." Hermione hiccuped out.

"It is quiet alright, now honey why with ze tears?" she asked placing a gentle hand, for a half giant, on Hermione's shoulder.

"Oh, it's nothing really. "She said wiping her tears on her sweater before looking up to Madame Maxime and giving her a very watery smile. "Come, you must want to go inside, I will show you."

"Now now. Come on, after Dumbledore sees me we will sit down and talk about your little incident what ever it was. "she said gently following Hermione inside.

Hermione said nothing.

Many people looked up as Madame Maxime followed Hermione into the great hall, including a few timid looking 2nd years.

"Ah Madame Maxime." Said Dumbledore standing up and greeting her like and old friend. Glancing at Hermione, noticing the dry tear marks on her face and the puffy eyes, he made a mental note to talk to her later, or maybe it would be better to send her to Madame Pomfrey. Girl talk. He thought. "How lovely to see you."

"You too Profezzor Dumbledore." She said shaking his hand.

Hermione backed up slowly, trying not to be noticed by Madame Pomfrey, she didn't want to spill anything yet, didn't want to blab her sad story to one of the greatest witches living.

She had gotten half-way out of the great hall before...

"Hermione, will you come here just one moment?" he asked pleasantly. His blue orbs staring freely into hers beckoning for her to come forward. She did.

She walked back up to the staff table and bowed her head. "Yes Professor?" she asked softly.

He leaned across the table and talked to her quietly. "You don't look to good, go up to the infirmary and have Madame Pomfrey look at you."

"No Professor, I am fine really." She said hiccuping and blinking back tears.

"I would still prefer it if you don't get sick right before the ball, what a shame that would be to have our Head Girl get sick. Fine, if you don't want to go to Madame Pomfrey then go to your dormitory and take a nap."

She said nothing as she turned and fled the room. And ran up the marble stairs and into the girls bathroom on the 2nd floor. Throwing herself half on the floor and half on one of the benches she let loose a flood of tears.

"Harry," said Ginny walking into the common room. "Have you seen Hermione?" she asked walking up behind his chair leaning on it's back.

"No, not since she left for Hogsmeade this morning. Why?" asked Harry looking up from his Divination homework.

"She said she was going to have lunch with me and she wasn't anywhere to be found. Though Draco Malfoy was like sulking at the Slytherin table all day."

"So. What does Malfoy have to do with this?"

"Well, after all they are- I mean nothing really, just saying." Said Ginny wincing. Hoping Harry didn't pick that up.

"uh huh." He said giving her a look before throwing his books down. " lets go find her."

He got up and grabbed Ginny's hand and walked out of the portrait hole.

On the 2nd floor Ginny spotted the girls bathroom and pointed it out to Harry. He nodded and waited patiently until Ginny had checked and made sure it was clear.

He walked inside and sat down next to Hermione's head which was resting on the bench as Ginny kneeled down beside her and talked quietly into her ear, patting her back.

"Hermione, honey, what's wrong?"

Hermione shook her head and kept her face buried in her arms.

"Hermione," Ginny started looking at Harry for a moment, he stared back. "Is it because of Draco?" Hermione nodded. "Thought so."

"Wait a minute, what does Draco Malfoy have to do with Hermione crying?" he asked

Ginny looked at Hermione who tilted her head to her and nodded. She was to tell Harry. "Um, Harry, I don't want you to get upset, and neither does Hermione, that is why they kept this hidden from everyone, but, "she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, " They were going out."

Ginny watched as Harry's eyes widened then the frown fell on his face. " Hermione, you went out with the Slytherin scum christened Draco Malfoy?" he said standing up as Hermione looked up with her eyes red and puffy but with a determined look on her face.

"Harry." Said Ginny warningly.

"What? One of my Best Friends went out with a Slytherin, and no not just any Slytherin, The king of Slytherins!" he said furiously. "And now she expects us to feel sorry for her now that he dumped her!" he threw his hands up in anger before sitting back down. There was silence broken by Hermione's dry weeping. "I'm Sorry, Hermione, Ginny, I don't know what came over me."

"It's ok Harry, I don't know what I saw in him." She turned away and got up and walked to the mirror and saw her grimy reflection. "I don't know what he saw in me." She sunk down on the sink and sobbed.

"Hermione," said Harry walking forward and pulling into a huge hug. "What wouldn't he see in you?"

A/N: Does Harry Seem like a Big Brotherish sort of character in this? I hope so, that is what I was hoping for but then again I don't have any Internet, ahh! Dedications to...

Princess Rinoa- Cough Cough, Um yeah I know, It sucked, No internet. I thank Thee for thyn review

ShimmeringEvil- Thanks for your review, this would be longer if you gave me anything to work with. Haha

Alenor- Now I hope thee knows all about NaNoWriMo, Yes Draco was very cruel. and as you can tell yes Hermione is VERY VERY upset. What will she do? To tell y'all ( I had to say that, I am a redneck from maryland where the voted favorite school pet is a Cow! Though Goats are pretty kewl) I have absoulutly no idea of where i am going with this for the moment. Thanks for your review

SwTnDrEaMyPnAy03- Whoopie! I got your name typed in under 10 seconds, kewly. What do you mean you aren't going to burn me at the stake? No tying a weight to my feet and throwing me into a lake? No placing me in a box and then buring me alive? I know I am crazy, I have put a lot of time in how i want to be murdered if it would ever happen. and right now I am really not sure. Maybe Some one will be "Creative" ( Note this was with extreme Sarcasm) They would just take me out back and shoot me. ( Shouts this to friend " And Kelly Don't you DARE run for that BB Gun!") haha. I can't stand the " Brady Bunch" type of stories. Ugh they erk me so much. Ciao

And to everyone, I just had to say this. I am in the Creative Writing Club and we are having a Poetry Cafe' on Friday and on one of the posters we made ( I am in the advertising department) there was a gillatine on it ( Sp on it, You all know what I mean right?! that thing that chops your head off and the head falls into the basket!) Oh my god, that cracked me up for hours.