A/N

-coughs- I had to Respost this chappie, for some reason only where-my-heart-resides knows. -coughs- sorry. Heh, I know some of you are thinking that Draco saw Hermione in the mirror. Well, a couple people did get to see what he saw, but I found out that you couldn't see other people's reflections in the mirror of Erised... thank you muchly ellieo. Read on to see what he saw and remember to review!

Draco ran for his life. Never had he experienced so many emotions in his life.

Mad, Jubilant, hopeful, furious, confused-so many emotions just running through his head.

Draco knew Hermione was chasing him. Who wouldn't want to know what had happened to him?

"What happened!" Hermione yelled, picking up her pace.

His heart was pumping more and more blood out.

Draco picked up his speed, trying to lose Hermione. He made a sharp turn, making her fall behind.

"Draco!" she said. He knew she was trying to be gentle, that's the reason why she was using his first name. No one ever really called him that.

He knew he wouldn't be able to escape from her. But he just kept running, like something compelled him.

He was starting to get dizzy from all his thoughts, and luckily, he was right by the head's common room.

"Unity," he spoke hurriedly to the portrait. It swung open, revealing the warm common room. Draco rushed over to his room, a throbbing headache sprouting in his head.

BAM

Draco slammed face first into the door, knocking himself out. He was in such a hurry, he didn't manage to pay attention.

"Are you awake?" a small gentle voice called out.

Draco's eyes fluttered open.

He looked around, squinting, for he had very blurry vision at the moment. He focused a bit more, and saw a bushy haired girl sitting at the end of his bed. He unhurriedly lifted his head off the soft pillow to see he was in the Hospital Wing.

"Granger? What are you doing here?" Draco asked, Hermione getting up and pacing the room.

"I am trying to set an example for the younger students by helping others that need help, since I am head girl," Hermione said matter-of-factly.

"Oh really? I thought you just fancied me," Draco said, putting on a weak smirk.

"Don't," Hermione said in a warning tone.

"What are you going to do about it? Call Potter and Weasely?" Draco sneered.

"I would be nice to me if I were you," Hermione said threatening. "Remember what Professor McGonagall said? And plus, I helped you to the Hospital Wing. So stop."

"OoO, I'm so scared," Draco said in a babyish tone.

Hermione got up, but right as she headed to the door, Madame Pomfery rushed out of her office.

"Oh Hermione dear, would you please escort Mr. Malfoy back to his room?" she asked sweetly.

"Oh, but of course," Hermione said in a fake sweet voice, waiting over at Draco's bedside, a clearly annoyed look on her face.

"I so do not want to do this," Hermione said as Draco snickered.

"Oh, help me, I can't get up," Draco said in a fake helpless voice.

"Hermione, would you please assist him?" Madame Pomfery asked.

"Fine," Hermione said, slightly furious.

Hermione pulled Draco's wrists, so he sat straight up, and pushed on his back so he could get off the bed.

"I hate you," Hermione said angrily to Draco.

Draco laughed, his signature smirk shining throughout the area.

"Oh bloody hell," Hermione said hopelessly as they walked out of the Hospital Wing. "It's nearly 10:00."

"So?" Draco said with his eyebrow quirked up.

"It's late," Hermione said strictly.

"It doesn't matter whether it's late or not," Draco said as they got closer to the head's common room.

"Well, it is very healthy to sleep early, you know. It helps you concentrate in school," she said smartly.

"We haven't even started classes!" Draco exclaimed.

"So? It's good to get a head start," Hermione said telling the password to the portrait.

They got inside the common room, and right before Draco was going to get into his room, Hermione asked him something.

"What did you see in the mirror, exactly?"

Draco's heart stopped.

"Not again..."

"I don't want to talk about it," Draco said, heading into his room.

"Oh no you don't!" Hermione said, pulling out her wand. "Immobulus!"

Draco froze in mid-air. Hermione laughed to herself, and levitated him down on the bed.

Hermione closed the door, and hid his wand somewhere he couldn't see. Then she said the reverse spell.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Draco questioned her.

"I want to know what you saw in the mirror of Erised," Hermione said simply.

"Why are you so forceful?" he asked, throwing her a death glare.

"Because it's my nature," she said, smiling out of trickiness.

"What, do you want to shag me or something?" he asked her, smirking like a wild man on crack.

"Me? Shag you? Yeah right," Hermione said incredulously.

"I bet you do," he said.

"Don't change the subject. Tell me what you saw," Hermione said, still extremely curious.

"No, I don't want to. I don't feel like it," he said, laying down on his bed, stretching out.

"Oh you will tell me," Hermione said, thinking of something to make him tell her everything.

"I am so very clever, I got Granger to do a couple of favors for her, in order to tell her. I will tell her the truth though, just in case she questions me again. I really regret doing this but it's worth it. She has to do two things for me. 1. She has to watch my take off my shirt. I want to do this because I want to see the Mudblood's reaction. I want to see the look on her face when I do. She'll be appalled, and it will be down right bloody funny. 2. She has to sit at the Slytherin table once. I wish I could have gotten her to more things, but I daren't try to get more favors out of her, or she would chop my bloody head off. She is a very powerful witch, and I do not want to mess with her. So I better tell her the truth," Draco thought, spreading out on his bed.

Draco cleared his throat.

"Well," Draco gulped. "I saw my father dead."

Hermione's eyes widened.

"Draco, I'm so sorry," Hermione said softly, knowing this was a sensitive topic to talk about.

"No! I was happy! I hope that bastard goes to hell!" Draco exclaimed, putting a hopeful look on his face.

Hermione drew her eyebrows together, giving him a worried look.

"Why? I thought you loved your father?" she said, resting her hand on her thigh. Draco saw that her hands were very petite, and had gold fingernails. He pondered why her fingernail were gold.

"Well ... this brings back to my most painful memory," Draco said, focusing on his knees.

"Please tell me. Er, I can help you cope," Hermione said nervously, not used to hearing emotional words from Draco Malfoy.

"Where to start... well..." Draco said, taking in a breath, which was quite painful, since he hated the memory.

"Go on," Hermione said eagerly.

"I was eleven years old and a very clever child, if I do say so myself. Well, I was just practicing flying, for I longed to be a seeker for the Slytherin team when I came to Hogwarts. And my father had come to talk to me about Muggleborns. He had come talk to me about this because I had found a friend while we were going to buy my Hogwarts things, and I meet a Muggleborn. Truthfully, she was the nicest girl I have ever met, and my only friend. We kept in touch for a week, with my and her owl. We were great friends. So father came and brought me inside, saying that we had to talk. So I followed him inside, eager to soon write a letter to my dear friend. He told me that Muggles were worthless, and we are superior to them, and they weren't meant to be witches and wizards, and all of that crap. I didn't want to agree with my father, but I had too. He told me I could write a good-bye letter to her one last time. So I wrote her a letter. I still remember every word, I have memorized it ever since I was little, because she was my only friend. So, I wrote, 'Dear Dreamer' which was her nickname that I made up. She called me 'Book Bloke' because I used to read all the time, but now I seldomly ever read, but I only read in memory of Dreamer. Then I wrote in my letter, 'I would like to say that Father has told me I must stop owling you, because you are a muggle. I don't want to stop owling you Dreamer, but I have to. I want you to know you will always be my best and only friend. Maybe someday we will see each other. I hate to make this letter painfully short, but I can't tell you anything anymore, because it would hurt me even more because I'm losing you. I will never say good-bye to you Dreamer, for I know I will meet you again soon, probably at Hogwarts. From your best friend Draco.' And then at the end, I told her I loved her. She is the only one I have ever loved. Later on, I heard father talking, and he said he did something to Dreamer. Then I learned he killed her. Just killed her, that's it! She was my only friend and she killed her! I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My best friend was gone. I could have met her at Hogwarts, we could have been friends! He killed her by just beating her to death. It was a painful thing to overhear, let me tell you, and every time I think of my father... I just feel like dying. He has also abused me and Mother. He's never loved her. He just had to get married to her because of the pureblood rule. He's totally dangerous. So I hate him with all my heart, to tell you the truth. I may act like I love him dearly, but that would be the worst. Saying that I love him would be the biggest lie of my life. His words are constantly eating out my heart, leaving nothing, but coldness. The hardest thing to remember is that Dreamer is gone."

Hermione wiped a tear from her eye, because he told such a sad story. "Why do you always call me Mudblood then if you think Muggleborns are okay?" she asked, a fire glinting in her eyes.

"Well, I do that just because I love tormenting you, and I can't think of anything else to call you other than bookworm, Granger, or Potter's Pet or something. Mudblood is the most offensive, so I liked it," Draco explained.

"Wow, that's unbelievable. I hate to say this, but I'm sorry," Hermione said softly, thinking how tough it would be to lose your best friend.

Draco grimaced as he let his tears fall down his pale cheeks. He hadn't cried in forever, and the tears were like poison to his face. He tasted his tears, which were very salty. Sadness was exploding all over his body, making him start to shiver from the cold that was getting to him. Hermione was starting to cry too. He watched as her tears slowly fell to her lips. Draco now felt his tears were cleansing his body, making him feel nice and good thoughts that were not Draco-ish. Draco hadn't experienced that side in a long time. Draco wallowed in his misery, while Hermione was deep in thought.

"Draco?"

Draco looked up from his knees, tears still spilling out of his cold gray eyes.

"I just want to say that you will meet Dreamer someday. In the afterlife. After all, she wouldn't want you to be this sad, would she?" Hermione said gently, trying to make Draco stop crying.

"Yeah, I guess your right," he said, wiping his tears, looking back down at his knees

"And Draco?"

Draco looked up once again.

"I'm sorry," she said, putting a hand on his shoulder, sending a warm, comfortable sense through his body.

And with that, she left the room. But before she could exit, Draco spoke quietly.

"Thanks Granger."

Hermione smiled lightly, and lightly closed the door behind her.

"Guess she's not going to get all of her needed sleep, now that it's midnight," Draco said snickering, falling asleep on his bed, letting his dreams sweep him away from his cold reality.

A/N

Aw c'mon guys, do you really think that Draco would have seen Hermione? That's way too predictable. For all of you who think Draco shouldn't be crying, well he did cry in HBP. That's what moaning Mrtyle said. About the "Dreamer" thing, he actually is mean because part of him hates his father and causes his anger to be unleashed. I just had to write this chapter, it tells a lot about Draco. Plus I wrote a couple things that are useful for the plot. Their pretty kewl, actually. If any of you wonder when the humor will come, don't worry, it will come soon. Remember to review and R/R my other stories!

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