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Draco awoke from his slumber, craving food. He decided to read Hermione's Diary first of all, to see what she wrote in regards to last night. He opened the diary carefully, trying to not to smudge any fresh writing. And there was an another drawing with blue text under it.

I'm sorry to say that I feel sorry for Draco. But last night I knew he had a heart once, and it could come back. I really do hope he changes, I am very tired of him calling me names and the same goes for Harry and Ron. He had a muggle friend, you heard me right, MUGGLE FRIEND, and he loved her. That is pretty hard to believe considering the fact that he always calls me 'Mudblood' and what not. He just does it to torment me, the bloody git.

Hermione's writing changed to red.

I mean, how can he be so nice to one person and so mean to the next? He just does for his own personal enjoyment, how bloody rude, I just hate him but feel sorry for him, because of his short relationship with Dreamer.

Hermione's writing changed to blue again.

I think I can relate to that. Well, my parents might be dead ... so we would have both lost people we truly loved. I can't write anymore, I miss Mum and Dad way too much. Plus Draco's story is overwhelming me, starting to take control.

Draco closed the book, seeing tears wrinkling the page of the diary. He looked over to the drawing. As usual, it was extravagant. It was a picture of Dreamer, we supposed. His eyes were starting to tear, but he held back, remembering Hermione's words.

"She wouldn't have wanted you to be all sad about it" Or something of the sort, I don't actually remember what she said.

The tears stung at his eyes, but he contained to scan the picture.

The Dreamer she had drew was beautiful. She had thin and long wispy bangs that floated across her pretty face. Her was perfectly straight, trailing down to the middle of her back. It was a beautiful brown- matching the colors of assorted chocolates. The same went for her eyes. They were the most beautiful brown he had ever seen, it looked deep and sincere. Her skin tone was similar to the color of Harry's skin tone actually almost light tan. It reminded him of a beach. She had a small nose, reminding him of baby pig's tiny snouts. A dimple or two was stuck to her face, bringing happiness to her eyes. She had small petite hands smiler to Hermione's that Draco noticed. Her nails were also colored as far as he could tell. Muggles are weird, coloring their fingernails. Her nails were a deep emerald green, matching her button-up shirt. She had pants on, which were ones that were called jeans, a muggle fashion. They were a bit faded at the top, and became darker when it came close to the bottom. It was breathtaking how Hermione caught Dreamer's look. It looked as exactly as if she found Dreamer and drew her a self portrait.

Draco quickly tossed the diary behind him carelessly, and went to the bathroom to take a shower to stop the agony eating at his heart.

Hermione awoke from the worst dream she ever had-she found out her parents were dead.

As much as she would like to ignore the possibly of her parents being dead, she just couldn't. It was like a never-ending headache, driving her of the edge of reality.

Her thoughts suddenly came to Draco's chores. She let out of groan of frustration.

"I have to sit at the Slytherin table? All of the Gryffindors will kill me, and so will the Slytherins! Urgh, Malfoy is such a insufferable bastard!" Hermione thought as she laid on her back.

Hermioneigroned the fact that she still had to watch Draco take his shirt off.

"Ew, I don't want to see Malfoy with his shirt off! Well... maybe it wouldn't be so bad, you know. WAIT A SECOND! What am I thinking? Ugh, maybe I just feel this way because I know he is getting nicer. Just forget it," Hermione debated with herself, tracing the outline of her belly button. She blew her bushy hair out of her face. It reminded her of hot chocolate converted into threads of knowledge. Hermione was proud of her smartness. And she couldn't actually recall the last time she straightened her hair, but she knew it was before she enrolled in Hogwarts.

Then Hermione heard a deep voice coming from Draco's room. She couldn't exactly hear what he was saying.

Hermione left her Gryffindor tinged room for a brief second to see where the calling voice was coming from. She leaned against Draco's door and heard a grand melody escaping Draco's lungs.

withering in my pain
this is too hard to maintain

Hermione knocked on Draco's silver door. What a true Slytherin.

"What," Draco spat, running a hand through his platinum blonde hair, which was wet due to the fact he had just got out of the shower.

Hermione stood there, ogling his upper torso. She hesitated, showing nervousness in her deep chocolate eyes.

"Were you just singing?" she asked hesitantly.

"Why do you want to know Mudblood?"

Hermione cringed at the every letter in 'Mudblood'.

"Because I heard something. And I know you were. Just tell me what you were singing. And don't lie Malfoy," Hermione said assterively.

"No," he said simply, his cold gray eyes booring into her deep brown eyes.

"Tell me," she said fiercely. She had no idea why she was being so assertive.

"I was just singing something I made up. Go away Mudblood," Draco confessed, annoyed.

He shut the door in her face, leaving her as mad as Ron would get if Slytherin won a Quddiditch match. Hermione was probably about to have another mood swing right about now.

"DRACO MALFOY!" she yelled. "Open this door before I smack you!" She soon shut her mouth as she realized she was getting mad for no reason.

"What the bloody hell Granger? I'll just tell you later, now get out of my sight you know-it-all-bookworm," Draco said very annoyed at Hermione's mood swing.

Hermione sauntered off slightly embarrassed about her little mishap. She went back into her room, about to take a shower.

Draco was confused. He was wondering why Hermione was yelling so much, and he figured that she just was having a mood swing. He also wondered if she knew what he was singing. He didn't want her to know of course, but the fact that she heard was bugging the bloody hell out of him.

"Bugger," Draco whispered to himself.

He lay on his bed, looking around the room. He never really paid attention to how his room looked really.

It was Slytherin paradise-his sheets were a silky silver with a giant green snake plastered on it. He looked straight forward. There was a window directly in front of him, giving him a view of the grounds outside, the lush grass slightly swaying with the breeze. His curtains trailed down to the floor, the left side green and the right side silver. he had a desk in the left corner of his room-there on top of the desk was his green trunk, the name "Malfoy" engraved in gold letters, actually made from real gold. On the other side of the room was his bathroom-and it also overdid the Slytherin theme. Too much green and silver for one room.

He swung his head under his bed and pulled out Hermione's diary.

Draco wondered how she drew Dreamer so accurately. She was like an angel, the Dreamer Hermione drew. It was like her paper twin. He had to admit it was beautiful.

But some bookworm isn't.

Hermione.

The most ugliest, bookwormish girl in Hogwarts according to Draco.

"Plus she is friends with Potter and Weasely," Draco smirked to himself.

But then again, she was extremely smart; which was a good quality to him, loyal, a fantastic artist, and a damn good puncher.

"What the hell am I doing, thinking of that Mudblood in that way? She is such a goody-good," Draco told himself, trying not think of Hermione.

"She at least looks like Dreamer," a voice said in his head.

"Yeah right, Granger looks like a piece of rubbish," Draco spoke, laughing.

Draco walked out of his room, laughing, ready to go to breakfast. Before he went though, he made sure to hide the diary in his pillow.

Hermione strolled riantly over to the Gryffindor table, greeting Seamus, who looked especially happy today.

"Why are you so happy?" she asked Seamus, taking a bite out of her bacon.

"I am happy that I'm with you," he said, booring into her deep chocolate eyes. Hermione sighed.

"Watch your back," a voice whispered in Hermione's mind.

She took it as caution, maybe her mind was telling her she should be careful around Draco because he swore he'd get revenge on Seamus
As Hermione ate, the voice kept repeating in her mind. Hermione quickly finished her food and left the table, kissing Seamus kissing her good-bye. She blushed, and headed towards her room.

Draco bumped into her.

"Granger," he drawled, his signature smirk plastered in his face. "Do you think you could draw Dreamer for me?"

Hermione watched as Draco's face was getting more sad every second, and it reminded Hermione of a wilting flower.

"Why?" she asked curiously.

Draco hesitated, and swallowed loudly, his face starting to go a bit more pale.

"Well, because I want something to look at so I know that she'll always be with me," Draco lied. However, Hermione didn't notice.

"Okay, I'll bring it to you soon," she said seriously.

"He's so cute when he's sad," she thought.

"No! I have a boyfriend, and plus there is no way in hell I would go out with him!" Hermione hissed to herself as he walked away.

Draco turned on his heel, heading in Hermione's way. He came up to her and clutched her throat, almost choking her.

"If any word of me being sad about this gets out, you will pay," he said quietly, anger growing in his voice.

He pushed her against a wall, her head bashing against the cold wall, pain entering her body. She threw a death glare at his back, and decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.

By punching him of course.

Hermione fast walked over to the tall Draco Malfoy.

And punched him in the face.

Hermione ran off, oblivious to the fact Draco was following her.

Draco was extremely upset with Hermione. As Hermione made a sharp turn, Draco quickened his speed, now right behind Hermione. She looked back and screamed.

"Stupid bitch," he said, pushing her to the ground, making her black out.

Hermione laid there, her face blank.

"What did I just do?" Draco asked himself, pacing around the corridor.

He now felt unbearably sorry.

Not really though.

But he decided to take Hermione to their common room anyway, for if they found her like that, they might assume it was him, and expel him, or suspend him for that manner.

"Unity," he said to the portrait.

The portrait swung open.

He put her down on the couch and left to go see Hermione's password in her diary, so he could peer in her room.

He rushed over to his room, said the password and rushed over to the diary.

It was "absum abesse afui".

He exited his room, and looked at Hermione. She was still blacked out. She looked like she was in her own littlr world.

"Absum abesse afui," he said to the door. It creaked open.

Her room was Gryffindor embroidery. He sat down on the large quilt that covered her bed.

"Too much red and gold," he said.

He looked over on her side table, and there was another drawing.

She was in a corner, cowering in fear. Her busy hair covered her face so the only thing you could see was her eyes and mouth which was quivering. There were shadows all around. Draco had no idea why she would draw such a thing.

He then fell asleep on her bed, forgetting everything except Hermione and that dark picture.

Hermione awoke from her black out and figured out she was in the warm common room. Being that it was so warm, she fell right asleep.

Draco awoke and saw it was now dark. His stomach was growling. He decided to go and get some grub, but when he saw Hermione on the couch, he went over to her to see if she was still blacked out or just sleeping. He touched her face. She was perfectly warm, which made Draco conclude she was only sleeping. Feeling very slytheriny at the moment, he decided to mess with Hermione.

"Wouldn't it be fun to see the Mudblood's reaction if she found out I was holding her?" Draco asked himself, sniggering.

Draco slowly cradled Hermione in his strong, firm arms. As he held her, warmth rushed through his body. Thoughts were scrambling in his head, he now couldn't think. He then tightened his grip on Hermione, his thoughts all focused on her. He caressed her skin, making him shiver. She was so beautiful when she was sleeping. He had no idea why he was now stroking her hair, but it was just something that compelled him to.

"What? Did I just call her beautiful?" Draco said to himself incredulously.

Draco sat there, just holding her. It felt very awkward, but it was worth it to see the look on Hermione's face.

After ten minutes, Draco was tired and hungry and left the room to go eat, deciding he would try waking her up if he did that again.

Hermione then woke up. She had a dream Draco was holding her! How disgusting! Plus, she couldn't remember how she got on this couch, and what happened this morning. She headed over to the Great Hall, seeing that it was dark enough to eat dinner.
"Draco still has to tell me what he was singing this morning," Hermione said to herself, wondering why a stuck-up guy like Draco would sing.

A/N

I didn't like this chappie, but you should review anyway. But this chappie is important in ways you don't probably know. And sorry this was late. I was busy... And sorry if it was a boring chapppie and if I had spelling or grammar mistakes.

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