A/N: Hello lovelies! So, nothing came from my interview. Oh well, I'll keep trying though. I was asked why I brought Luna in, it's simply because I love her dreamy air and to quote J.K. Rowling, "She has that rare quality of actually not caring one bit what others think of her." If I phrased it wrong, her view of Luna is very close to that. Also, a couple of you have brought to my attention that Dudley needs to be thicker. It's been about a year and some months since Harry last saw them, plenty of time to work off body weight and get toned somewhat. I do not own the Potterverse, otherwise I wouldn't need to worry about a job at a grocery store (lol). I hope you enjoy this next installment:)

**Draco's POV**

As the food appeared on our table, I took a chance to look Hermione over. Should I bring up the fact that I know that she is broken on the inside? Would I even be able to help her?

"How was your weekend? Able to escape Hogwarts for a whole weekend, probably saw Weasley? I'd heard you two were dating?" I stabbed at my pot roast without meaning to.

"The only Weasley I saw all weekend was Ginny and that's because she was at my flat. I dated Ronald briefly, but we figured out we're better as friends. Are you still with Astoria Greengrass?" She quirked up an eyebrow.

"For the record, we were supposed to be married because our fathers said so. But neither of us felt love for each other, so we decided to marry for love instead of fortune, not that I need more money..."

I grimaced at my idiotic slip that sounded an awful lot like bragging.

"What's your favorite thing to draw? People, flowers, animals, objects, landscapes?"

I thought for a moment, catching myself from saying her smile.

"I like drawing it all honestly. With people, it's like a photograph, it's your interpretation of them. Same with everything else."

I felt a small smile go on my face as I lifted my mashed potatoes to my mouth. A flash went off, and I look up to see her smiling behind her Muggle camera. I took it from her and took a picture of her stunned face with my fast reflexes.

**Hermione's POV**

I had to get that small peaceful smile. I was not expecting him to snatch my camera and take a picture of me however. We continued eating and asking small things or telling stories. I checked my watch.

"We should probably get to Blaise and Padma's soon. Do you know why we're going? I mean, I'm curious what this 'study double date' will entail."

He grabbed his bag and handed me mine, leading me out the door.

"Should I expect to be woken up at ungodly hours tonight?", our portrait asked us.

"About midnight or so. Maybe a tad later." Draco answered. I looked at him curiously. Midnight?

She nodded and rolled her eyes. Draco led me to a part of the castle right near the kitchens and up to a portrait of a wizard with curlicues in his beard and hair.

"Buttered nugget."

He made a face at us before swinging open the door. We walked in to find Padma kissing Blaise on their couch. Padma got off him when she heard us approaching and she blushed deeply.

"He... um... We were... Hello, Hermione, Draco. Welcome. For the record, Blaise and I... Have you eaten? We have desserts." She wasn't making eye contact with anyone while Blaise was just smirking.

"Padma, I'm sure they've both seen someone making out. I'm sure they've both been caught making out with someone. And I'm not hurt by you saying we aren't serious. I understand you don't want to marry me." He rolls his eyes. "Seriously though, try the brownies, mate."

Padma got up and got her notes off the table and saw our Muggle notebooks coming out of my satchel. I grabbed a brownie as the other three did the same. We all took a big bite of our brownie, and I can almost see why Blaise was making such a big deal.

"I know this is an odd thing, but I think we would all benefit to know some of the things we've learned about one another, it'll help us practice talking about the other person to people in a safe setting. How are you two getting along?"

"Not as well as you two it seems," slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that."

Draco looks at the half eaten brownie in his hand with a peculiar face.

"Tell me it's not what I think mate, cuz then I might have to bruise that pretty face of yours," he said, with an underlying warning tone.

"Well, I can't tell you that because it's not true, so it's exactly what you think." Blaise had a knowing smirk before he saw my concerned face. "I didn't drug you really, it's just a special form of veritaserum that also blocks impulse control. So that you nor Granger here couldn't just tell a half truth. Patil's with me on this by the way."

**Blaise's POV**

I looked at Draco, who of course was giving me a glare worthy of death and Granger just looks betrayed.

"Now, what is everyone's view on purebloods, halfbloods, muggleborns, squibs, and muggles?" I asked, waiting for someone to step in dog shite. "I used to think being pureblood meant being better but now I don't really see the difference, besides with squibs who I feel sorry for and muggles who I don't truly understand."

"Honestly, most purebloods seem like elitist prats who have a lot of inner issues resulting in either a superiority complex towards others but an inferiority complex regarding themselves. I'm a muggleborn myself so I have nothing against that, nor half bloods. I don't know that I've actually met any squibs besides Filch, and muggles are what I'm most used to." Granger said as she sniffed her cup. "Any more drugs in this, or is it safe to drink?"

"Perfectly safe Hermione, I checked that myself. As to Blaise's question, I think if you work hard, that's what should get you attention or status, nothing else. Draco?" Padma accidentally made eye contact with me and I winked at her, causing her to blush rather heavily.

Draco gulped.

"My father tried instilling into me his racist elitist views, but Mother often countered that, as well as my cousin and my aunt Lisette."

**Harry's POV**

I held Hermione's note in my hand, with Dudley's letter that I haven't opened yet. Ron came in, stuffing his face with a bit of roast beef.

"Wus sat mate?" He chewed rather obnoxiously and eyed my letter with curiosity. I shrugged as I opened it.

Dear Harry:

Erm, I'm not quite sure how to start this off in a letter, especially with a large golden owl staring at me. (Thank Hermione for sending her owl my way, would you?) Mum and I would like to have lunch with you soon to talk if you'd be willing. We're willing to meet anywhere you are willing, even if it's in the magical community or whatever. (Someone would have to help us there, so please keep that in mind.) This owl, Athena, apparently knows where to find me if you have a letter for me too. Hermione also told me to mention I might need an owl of my own or have yours come round to check for mail from me, but I would also like to add that maybe a mobile would be easier. Hopefully you agree to meet Mum and I, but I understand if you don't. I was awful to you for years.

Your cousin,

Dudley

I summoned a quill and parchment to me to respond to him.

Dudley:

How about we do lunch at Hermione's flat in London that you already have the address to? How's Tuesday, 2pm? I noticed you didn't mention Uncle Vernon coming to this little lunch, and I expect to hear an explanation on that too. I'll admit, you have me curious. And I have a mobile phone, it does come in handy. But, I'm not sharing the number until I know what exactly you wish to talk about. I'm sure you understand. I'll be bringing my best mate Ron Weasley, who I'm sure you remember. His brother gave you the Ton-Tongue coffee when we were fourteen. Don't take offense to that by the way, they were testing products for their joke shop... Anyways, we can have a casual lunch of pizza and try to keep things rolling.

Harry Potter

**Draco's POV**

I picked up the new golden journal that was in the cupboard and mulled over looking in it. Now that I know who is writing the poems, I was having second thoughts about reading more. It felt more personal than anything, especially since there are also diary entries, doodles, and all sorts of other thoughts. But I couldn't get Hermione's poems out of my head. One more poem for now.

Broken

She feels numb.

Her smile is faked,

Her tears are hidden.

No one knows the shattered girl.

Everything feels fractured

She gets lost in her thoughts,

Lost in her feelings.

Lost on her way,

She feels she is damaged goods,

She wants to feel the happy,

the happy she felt so long ago.

Tired to the bone,

Scared and all alone,

The emotions are draining,

Warm feelings she keeps feigning.

All she feels is broken,

In every sense of the word.

I wanted to rush into her room and just cuddle her in that moment, but I don't think she'd take that too well, especially so early in the morning. She'll be up in time for breakfast, but I knew I couldn't cuddle her as I wanted. I needed her trust, so I could help her heal some...

A/N: I am sooo sorry I haven't been on in forever. I'll post more when I can, but no promises because I'm moving, and there's no wifi out there whatsoever! Love you all, hope you enjoyed this, and yes, that's my poem. Ta!