A/N: Thank you to any and all reviewers and followers, favoriters too if that is the case. I love writing, so I'm not making threats of cancelling it or anything, but more reviewers would be nice:) I do not own the HP universe, just my OCs if there are any and my plotline. Oh, and any of "Hermione's" personal poems and such are mine unless plainly stated that they are someone else's. Sorry if you got two emails alerting you to this story. After I had posted this chapter originally, I noticed something and went back to fix it and posted it again. Sorry!

**Hermione's POV**

"Hey Gin."

She shakes her head and points her wand at the ghost of her brother.

"Prove to me you are truly the ghost of my brother Fred."

"When you were seven, and I was ten, you broke Mom's priceless heirloom necklace, one of her few valuable possessions, and you were crying because you hadn't meant to do it. I set off a prank nearby where it was stashed so that I would get in trouble instead as I had George take you off somewhere so you looked thoroughly innocent." He hovered there with his eyebrow cocked and a grin ready as Ginny put her wand down. "That's what I thought. Now, will one of you promise to write a letter to George saying 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good' get him to eat the Twin chocolate mousse cake, then spelled so it appears after, 'Mischief managed' as one bit, followed by a lightning bolt. He'll know it's from me, and he'll know that means to talk to Harry about the bloody map."

I roll my eyes and make a mental note.

"I've got to go make sure Peeves doesn't hurt the first years. Tell Mom and everyone else I love them. Love you Mione, love you Gin." He waves before disappearing again.

My stomach rumbled as I smelled the Great Hall, so Ginny led us in.

"So what's got you all worked up? You looked to be running down here before Fred surprised us. And where have you been? I thought you'd said we'd meet up outside the Gryffindor common room?"

I started filling up my plate and I pulled out the drawings, handing them over to Ginny.

"I went to look at my poems, to clear my head, and I got curious about the artwork stored there. I don't know who the boy is, but Gin, that's us, and that's a picture of me. What do you think of it?"

She looked at all three with an impressed look on her face.

"Looks like this 'lost one' is a bit enamored with you. Or rather stalkerish. Depends on how you see it I'm afraid. Were all his drawings of simply you, or you with your friends?"

I shook my head.

"No, there were plenty of others, but I didn't properly look through. I went from my cabinet to the dining hall and oh shit, I left the cupboard open with my notebooks! What am I going to do?!"

I got up to go fix my mistake but Ginny pulled me back down.

"Go now and someone will surely follow. As it is, people are watching the heroine be stressed on a Saturday. Right now, you are going to sit, eat, and gossip with me like any other normal day, and then casually make your way up there, yea?"

I shuddered in disgust when Lavender strolled in. She sat right by us.

"Morning. Since I decided to come back and the rest of the girls didn't, looks like I'm to try making friends with you lot. Oh and Hermione, you might want to lay off the bacon and butter dear, it's bad for your skin, not to mention quite fattening!"

Ginny and I looked at each other. I subtly hid the drawings better in my satchel, her eyes narrowed.

"Can you believe this project? As if I want to know Macmillan's favorite food or anything about him. He's not even cute!" Lavender laughed and rolled her eyes.

I quickly finished and gave Ginny a hug.

"Well, I have to go Gin. Nice talking to you Lavender."

I gave a quick wave to Luna as she sat down beside Ginny, not caring about the house tables.

**Draco's POV**

I looked at my schedule as I sat under a shaded tree with some friends. Namely, Blaise. Blimey, I need new mates.

"See, the problem with Patil is that she is astonishingly not thrilling at all. Doesn't even want to kiss me! Or say a civil word to me, but that's not the issue here! Padma can't even look at me without glaring, simply because I'm sorted with the snakes. Course, Granger is probably much worse, what with her being brilliant AND a heroine, she's probably itching to hex you..."

"Shut up Blaise, I'm actually meeting her after breakfast ends. So for now, I'm going to my studio, to put more of my art there." I hold up some papers filled with numerous pictures. Blaise carefully snatches one out of my hand. It was a picture of a lightning rod hitting a snake with all sorts of chaos around it. We start walking towards the school together.

"Mate, seriously, why are you still signing them 'the lost one'? It's so bloody dramatic, and what's worse, none of the letters are properly capitalized. I know your dad was an abusive ass, I know you've always felt empty. I'm just saying that maybe one day you'll start signing your actual name. You could make money off this. People would know that you're more than a forced on you tattoo!" Blaise was grinning as we made our way up the stairs.

"Oh yes, because money is what I need, not that I have piles and piles of it in Gringott's or anything. Not even counting what's in the houses. No, no, I don't need money." I kept the studio in mind as I paced back and forth, relieved when it opened.

I went straight to my niche that I've been putting my artwork in for years. I had even brought all my artwork since age seven here. It was safer here than at home. No one could find it and try to beat the sorrow out of me. Blaise went to something that caught his eye.

"These are muggle notebooks mostly, but oddly enough they have a genie lamp on them! Interesting." He starts flipping through the books. "There are some very dark poems in here Drake. Not dark like evil, dark like depressed it seems. There are happy ones too. You should read one." He tosses me the purple journal in his hand and I catch it easily. I flip to a random page.

'She hides'

She hides,

Behind the girl they all see.

She hides,

All the emotions and pains.

She hides,

Behind her mask.

She hides,

The blood and the sorrow.

She hides,

Behind spellcasting and books.

She wants to be done hiding,

But can't remove the mask.

"Some poor girl is feeling sad it seems and not being truthful. We don't even know how old these journals are. Part of the magic of this studio is that it preserves art and such, so no crinkly or old looking paper. I am curious for more though." I stuck the journal I was holding into my bag as well as another one.

Checking my watch, I realized that breakfast would be over soon, so I decided to head back to my common room to await Granger. She came in soon after, looking a little flustered.

"I have muggle notebooks, trust me it'll be easier to take notes about one another in them than using parchment. As well as pens, I hope you don't mind." She handed me a thick purple muggle notebook and pulled out a pink one for herself, before giving us each a pen. "It's like a self-inking quill, doesn't run out of ink until you've used it for long periods of times."

"I know what a pen is, thanks. I might have had a different upbringing than you, but I have been to the muggle world."

She rolled her eyes. They looked like cinnamon in this lighting.

A/N: That's one of my poems. Of course, "spellwork" was 'writing' and "books" is actually 'singing', but same poem otherwise. Review please!:)