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Tears of a confused mind

Chapter 16: 1st day.

Hermione's head was thumping. The periodic pulsating in her head felt like a sledgehammer being smashed against her skull over and over and over. The never-ending pain caused white lights in Hermione's minds eye. Flashes.

The white lights soon swirled into coloured blurs. These blurs soon formed solid outlines, outlines of people Hermione knew very well. Outlines of places she spent some happy times. Dray, the great hall, Pansy, Blaise, her - losing her temper, Hagrid, her common room, a red light, Harry, Ron, Dumbledore, a couch, blurred tears.

She jerked awake. Once her eyes managed to focus to her surroundings, she surveyed the damaged she caused last night. Glass scattered the floor, dirt smudges all over the wall, over turned couches and coffee tables. It was a mess.

She closed her eyes and rubbed her head in a vain attempt to ease the forming headache. Sighing, she sat up from her place on the couch and only then noticed the sleeping figure beside her. Dray.

There was know way she could face him now, too many questions, not sure if she could answer then. Instead of facing him, she did the only thing she knew how to do. Run.

As quietly as she good she left the common room and made her way to her bedroom. Grabbing a clean shirt, skirt and underwear, she slipped it all on and made her way into the bathroom. Leaving the bathroom 10mintures later, she found that Dray was still asleep on the couch, he had barely even moved.

I do hope he understands. I lost control again last night; I could have killed them all. I could have killed him. I can't do it, If he gets hurt I will never forgive myself.

Leaving her head dorms, Hermione decided that she might not be able to face Draco, but she wasn't go to run and hide from the Slytherins. Knowing it was only about 7.30, she went to the Great Hall for an early breakfast.

As she thought, there was a few forth year students, and two teachers she didn't know. Settling herself down at the end of Gryffindor table and grabbed a slice of toast.

Time seemed to fly by for Hermione at breakfast, before she knew it, it was 8 o'clock and hordes or students were pouring in from all years and houses. Many of them gave her funny looks or sympathetic looks or looks of utter fear. She just kept her head down and sipped her tea.

'- And now she's going out with Neville!'

Hermione knew that voice all too well. It was Ron, and Harry wouldn't be far behind. Hermione downed the last of her tea, grabbed her bag and shot up out of her seat. She knew Dray would be bad with questions, but it would be nothing compared to what the two of these would ask.

Seconds later the two of them came through the double doors, Hermione brushed straight past them without a single word. Harry went to grab her arm but failed.

'Hermione!'

'Where are you going?'

The shouts that followed her didn't make her stop. She carried on out of the main castle doors and down into the grounds.

For September the weather was surprisingly warm. The sun was beating down on the lake; the early morning heat brought the giant squid out of his murky sanctuary. Hermione watched as he lifted one of his huge tentacles out of the water and caught a low flying blackbird.

The bird withered on the surface for a moment before flying off.

A slight breeze whipped around Hermione as she watched the lake, lost in her own thoughts.

' 'Mione!'

Hermione turned around to see Hagrid coming out of his hut, Fang at his side and a bang in his hand.

No matter how bad she was feeling, she couldn't feel low when Hagrid was around her.

She went over to Hagrid, who was starting to feel some of the thestrals by his hut.

'Hagrid.'

'I wasn' 'pectin' 'o see ya this mornin' didn' ole Dumbledore give ya the week off?'

'I expect so, but I want to be here.'

'How ya feelin'?'

'I have a headache, but other than that I'm fine.'

'Com' on 'mione, I know ya beta than tha' But don' worry you'll be fine. Made o strong stuff you are!'

'Thanks Hagrid.'

'Well I wan' ya to com' see me any time. 'ave a cup o tea.'

'Sure.'

There conversation was cut short by the thundering footsteps of the seventh year Gryffindor and Slytherin Care of Magical Creatures class, coming down the hill to Hagrid's hut.

Hermione saw Harry and Ron in the front, smiling at her as they saw her turn. But her eyes were drawn to the pail blond at the back of the group who smiled softly at her.

I hate what I'm doing to him. It's just not fair.

Draco watch as her two best friends went to stand with her. But they got within 3feet of her and she moved across the circle that was forming and stood next to Hagrid.

He knew something like this would happen after last night. Shed blame herself, distance herself away and not let anyone near her. His thoughts were confirmed when he woke up alone this morning.

'Good mornin' class, today I go' o' special treat for you all. Jus' arrived this mornin' they called snuggles. They are half tiger n' half bears.'

Hermione looked at the cubs in the cage next to Hagrid. They had the head of a baby bear, but the body and colourings of a tiger. They were the cutest little things Hermione had ever seen.

'Can 'nyone tell me wha' they do?'

Hagrid looked around the pen; nobody raised their hands. Hermione rolled her eyes,

'The tears are used in dreamless sleep draughts, they are usually wild in the south African plains but they can be found in parts of China, Australia and New Zealand.'

'Well don'. 10 point' to Gryffindor.'

'Of course the Mudblood would know the answer.'

Hermione didn't even batter an eyelid. The high pitch screech was obviously from the pug faced Slytherin whore.

'Miss Parkinson, 10 point' from Slytherin. Don' use foul language. As I was sayin', you go' one each n' I fort we could make a lil' project out o' em.'

The lesson dragged on for another hour. Hermione zoned in and out, paying attention sometimes, most of the time, just looking at the bundle of fur in her lap. Her snuggle was a lazy little so and so and all it did was sleep.

'Ok so one nigh' a week to fed 'em. I want you to name 'em by next week.'

All the class was raising from their positions on the floor. Draco made his way over to Hermione who was putting her snuggle in the cage.

'So what have you named it?'

Hermione turned and looked in to the pure silver eyes.

'I haven't decided yet. Maybe itch.'

'Cute.'

Hermione gave him a weak smile and turned to leave, but somebody grabbed her hand.

'Can I walk with you?'

'Free country.'

The two of them walked in silence past the lake. Draco kept stealing glances at her, but she kept her eyes fixed on the floor before her. She refused to look at him.

'Why did you leave this morning.'

She knew this was coming. But it didn't mean she was prepared.

'Dray, I don't want to talk about it.'

'Maya, you can't bottle everything up you know.'

'I don't want to talk about it ok?'

Without a final look back at him Hermione walked off, leaving Dray staring at her retreating back.

Why is she so stubborn?

Hermione knew she shouldn't have snapped at him, it wasn't his fault. But he could be so relentless.

Making her way to the kitchen for an early lunch, Hermione passed a group of second years waiting outside McGonagal's classroom.

'Yeah that's her!'

'My dad said not to mess with her, she's scary.'

'I think she's special, not scary.'

Before she knew it she was outside the painting of the bowl of fruit. How she got there so quick she'll never know.

'Well well well, look what we found.'

For the second time that day, Pansy's shrill voice filled her mind. Memories of yesterday in the Great Hall came flooding back.

'The Gryffindor murderer shouldn't be walking these dark halls alone.'

She turned around to face her and was surprised to see Blaise's Crabbe's Goyles and Nott's smirked faces staring back at her. This she didn't expect.

'Look I don't want any trouble.'

A banshee's cry could shatter windows; Pansy's laugh could wake the dead.

'We don't care what you want murderer, we want to make you pay for yesterday.'

'Did you not learn what happens when you piss me off? Just leave me the hell alone.'

The five Slytherins circled her and closed in. She was surrounded.

'Pansy -'

Slap. She had hit Hermione straight across the face.

'Don't you dare speak my name whore.'

Hermione gritted her teeth and raised her hand to her lip. She felt a twinge, there was blood. Pansy had cut her lip.

No Hermione, stay calm, don't rise, that's what she wants. Don't fight back. It will be better if you just take it. Someone will be here in a minute. I hope.

'What? Not fighting back Mudblood?'

Pansy struck her again, this time harder sending Hermione to the floor with the one blow. The other four Slytherin's laughed.

'On the floor where she belongs eh bitch?'

She raised her head and looked Nott square in the eye.

'Fuck you.'

Draco couldn't help but worry about her. She was had been through everything and now back at school she got more shit?

He rounded the corridor towards the kitchens and heard a cry.

'On the floor where she belongs eh bitch?'

He knew exactly who it was. Nott.

He knew exactly whom Pansy just hit. Hermione.

Draco stood horror stuck and Blaise kicked Hermione. The others getting their little digs in when they could.

He knew exactly who was going to feel his wrath. Blaise.

'WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU DOING?'

Pansy turned around and smirked at Draco,

'Just teaching her a lesson.'

'Fuck off traitor' said a venomous Blaise.

Draco pushed passed the group and went to help but a bloody Hermione. His figures barely touched Hermione's when he was yanked back and went flying down the corridor.

'Your helping a Mudblood? You're not who you used to be man.'

'No I'm not and I couldn't be happier. Move.'

Blaise pushed him back down.

'She killed you father.'

'I know.'

Again Draco tried to get up. But Blaise pushed him back with his foot.

'I can't believe you'd choose a Mudblood over us.'

This time Draco succeeded in getting up. He lunged at Blaise and the two of then started rolling on the floor, getting punches and kicks in where and when they could.

'Don't you ever call her a Mudblood.'

Hermione pulled herself away from the remaining Slytherin's who were watching Blaise and Draco.

'Your father would be disappointed in you man, you could have been great.'

She could see Blaise punching Dray, the fight was getting more and more violent. Punches and kicks to the face, ribs, neck, any place that was accessible.

'Stop! Please stop!'

Nobody even battered an eyelid.

The fight was scaring her, she could feel the anger building up inside her.

She saw red.

She screamed.

She saw black.

A.N You know what to do!