Hermione's P.O.V.

He had said, "Meet me later. Right? Well, I mean, that must have been what he mouthed. Grrrr… ever since diner, all I've done is sit and wait. And for what? To have Malfoy perform a no show. So practical of a spoiled git.

Well, that would actually be a good thing because then I wouldn't have to admit that I had been blindly staring.

Great! I sighed kicking myself the whole time. Why did I even have to look, I mean I've hated that prat since… forever. It shouldn't even matter that all until this year I suddenly noticed guys in a different light.

Crap, there I went again. "Bad Hermione Bad bad bad." I muttered angrily to myself. Wasn't talking to yourself the first sign of insanity! Picking up the pillow on the couch I screamed into it letting out all my anger and frustration. I sighed in content as all the anger spilled out of me. I placed the pillow back to its spot and smiled; my body finally relaxing. But it only lasted a second.

"You know Granger, I don't think that's entirely normal." A voice drawled from the front of the Common room. I gasped, and turned to meet the torment of my mind; Draco Malfoy. His silver eyes laughed at me behind the silken locks that had fallen into his face, as his signature smirk made me want to hide into myself and die. He stood there arms crossed; leaning against the front wall. "You know Malfoy, you don't make me feel any better." I had the vague urge to grab the pillow beside me and 1) scream into again, or 2) throw it at his head. I preferred the latter.

Malfoy just smirked and replied, "I know, but you're too easy to poke fun at." I just peered back up at him. "How did you get in here? I didn't even hear you." I asked suspiciously.

Malfoy laughed, and I was so surprised at hearing him laugh, an actual real laugh that I didn't even hear a word he said. I shook my head and asked bewildered, "What…what did you say." I felt my cheeks flush slightly as I saw him giving me the you-are-too-weird look.

"I said, of coarse you wouldn't hear me, the noise you were making, even though muffled would have silenced even the Great Hall." I blushed a deeper shade of red, even though I knew he was exaggerating.

For a moment neither of us said a word. I looked up to see that Malfoy had moved to the chair across from me. That's when I noticed the bags under his eyes, and that they were they red? "Malfoy." I whispered, "Have you been… crying?" I reached one arm out to comfort him.

He flinched as if been hit, and I pulled my arm back to my side slowly. I tried not to show the hurt on my face, as my mind struggled with what to do with it. I slowly stood, not meeting his eyes. "Well, I'm awfully tiered." I gave myself a fake yawn, and stretched my arms over my head." I think I will be heading off to bed." I did not glance behind me, but continued to the portrait of the tigress.

Right before I was about to whisper my password his voice spoke out softly, "I know what you saw." I felt goose bumps rise up on my arms as a shiver slowly fell from my shoulders to the small of my back.

I turned around slowly willing myself not to look guilty. His eyes had softened, and his whole composure seemed as if it were falling in on itself. In front of me I saw a young man who was crumbling, holding onto nothing, and yet something so small it was barely holding him. Gone was the cool- eyed pureblooded prat who would stare down his nose at you.

Something told me, that me watching him this morning had nothing to do with this. "Malfoy, its ok, I don't need to know..." I said softly trying to lighten up the serious mood that was falling heavily over my shoulders.

Malfoy stood gracefully, "I know that you don't need to know, but it would leave you with questions, and…" He paused for a second before his eyes looked into mine pleading, "I need to get this out… please."

I almost wanted to cry, I really wanted to. He looked so hurt, and the please that he had whispered shook me to my core. You were only that broken if you had lost… someone.

I nodded my head, and walked back to the couch. Malfoy sat down across from me again. "I don't think I can tell you… do you mind if I pensive it?" I stared at him bewildered, as he pulled from his pocket a small glass ball. In the glass ball it looked like a swirl of silvery clouds amid a black sky. Malfoy put his wand to his head, he closed his eyes tightly and breathed heavily before pulling the wand away. A silvery strand came with it, and he placed it in the pensive.

Instantly his whole body relaxed, and I knew that the memory must be great, to have changed him so. He held the pensive out to me, his eyes silently pleading for me to look. I smiled slightly, trying to bring forward some of my Gryffindor bravery. I took the pensive in my hand, and it felt cool to the touch. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I peered into the glass ball, becoming hypnotized by the swirl of thoughts. Then I was being dragged in head first.

I screamed as I fell straight down, but I landed on my feet, in what appeared to be Malfoy's room. I stood back, and watched quietly as the owl came to the window and tapped annoyingly. I couldn't help but smile to myself as Malfoy chased it about the room. I even laughed as he fell flat on his face, grumbling.

That's when I entered, making my grand appearance. I looked like a cop ready to bust a robbery. But then I noticed my red rode, and I gasp. "Hermione Granger how could you have worn that thing." I looked like a slut, but I couldn't help it that I had come from a shower. I had the vague urge to bang my head against the wall.

As soon as I left, that's when I noticed was Malfoy was staring at in horror. The letter had blood on it, and I cringed upon seeing it. Malfoy read the letter, but I didn't read it fast enough over his shoulder. It sucked that he was way taller. But then I realized how close I stood to his bear back, I pushed myself backward, and continued to watch as he grabbed his cloak, and literally ran out of the Common Room with just his boxers on. By the time he stopped in front of the portrait, I realized we were in the dungeons.

We entered the Slytherin Dormitory, and I gazed at everything. I was probably one of the first Gryfindor's in here. Oh, but there was the time in second year when Harry and Ron had got in here. I blushed remember how I had turned out half cat.

I threw the memories off though as Malfoy climbed the stairs. I ran up them after him, by the time I reached the top, I was breathing hard. Malfoy just continued on his way asking a young boy were Blaise was. Malfoy walked to the only door that was up there and knocked. I stood behind him, warily staring at the door. Blaise opened it slightly, then opened it all the way. I wanted to puke. Blood covered him, and his eyes looked almost animal like.

I didn't even listen to the conversation, as I was too intent on what lay on the other side of the door. I almost didn't want to see what was on the other side of that door. No sooner had the thought crossed my mind then Malfoy rammed it open, flinging Blaise to the floor. I dashed in behind him, and stopped dead in my tracks.

Pansy. She lay on the bed, appearing to be dead. A tear leaked from my eye, and I angrily watch as Malfoy, also angry, turned on Blaize. I was so mad I wanted to punch the jerk too. As the two boys fought each other, I ran to Pansy's side. Her breath slowly rose and fell, and I soon found Malfoy beside me, placing her in his robe. He exited the room nearly running, and I glared down at Blaize the whole way. When I reached the door, I wished desperately that I could kick him in the ribs.

But Malfoy was moving and the memory going with him, so I hurried to catch up to him. I knew where he was going, and so I hardly had to glance at the blood drops that were on the floor, he was going to the Hospital Wing.

I entered the door right behind him, and watched as Pansy was taken away, and teachers flew through the door. Malfoy had tears slowly leaking down his cheeks, but I doubted that he knew that he was. I cried to, I couldn't help but cry when someone else did. But I hurt too. Just knowing what Blaize had done scared me.

Then I felt warm arms around me, I stared up into the sad face of Draco Malfoy, and he whispered, "It's time to go." I nodded, and I felt as I was pulled from the memory. I found myself back in the Head's Common Room. But this time Draco was slowly rocking me, as I cried.

"I'm so sorry," He whispered, "I shouldn't have shown you that." I turned to face him. Tears were falling down his face too, and I slowly wiped them away. For a moment he stiffened, then relaxed as his eyes closed tightly, and more tears fell.

"What kind of monster is he?" I cried at him, hating Blaise with every fiber of my being. Draco flinched back, and I looked at him in concern. His voice held no emotion as he stared me in the eyes, "He's a vampire." Now it was my turn to flinch. Just the thought of being bit into would make anyone tremble. Draco looked hurt for a moment, and then rose. He grabbed my hands in his and brought me up too.

I could feel his breath on my shoulder, and I shivered from its heat. The fact that we were standing millimeters apart might have been it too. He looked down at me with his saddened grey eyes, and I wanted to do nothing more than kiss the tears away. "Grang… Hermione, when Pansy comes back. Would you please help me with her? Only in the Head's Room if that's what you want. But… she's going to need all the help she can get."

For a moment I couldn't say a word. He had just called me Hermione; and I have never loved the named more before he said it. I smiled, and nodded, "I'll gladly help you Mal… Draco." I saw the same look of surprise in his eyes that I had felt when he had said mine.

Draco smiled, and pulled away, "Thank you Hermione, you don't know what this means to me." I nodded my head, and we slowly made are way to our own separate rooms.

I couldn't help but smile, and as I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, I could see he was smiling to. My portrait opened quietly, and as it shut, I heard him say, "Goodnight." I couldn't help the warm feeling that swept through me, and it continued to lull me to sleep.