A/N: I still don't own Harry Potter

Warning: Slight mention of sexual assault in this chapter, nothing graphic.

Draco looked forward to potions, since it was one of the few times he saw Hermione. Professor Snape had snapped at her for something, probably helping Neville and she had nearly dissolved into a ball of blubber.

"Hospital wing, Miss Granger, for whatever your current problem is," he stated. "Mister Malfoy, see that she actually gets there." Draco nodded following Hermione from the classroom. She was already starting to pull herself back together a little.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened...I haven't been sleeping," she admitted. Draco frowned wondering if he could figure out a way to slip her some Dreamless. He had a small stash from when the pain was too much. His mother didn't even know how bad it was sometimes.

"Nightmares," Draco stated. She nodded. Draco led her towards the hospital wing, that way no one would ask questions if they saw the pair. Professor Snape would only confirm he'd told Draco to take her there. As they walked, Hermione seemed to slip into her own mind, her own thoughts. Draco watched her, watched her face, her eyes looking at the floor, the walls, a strange expression across her face. He recognized it, recognized the sorrow in her eyes, the exhaustion of fighting her own memories.

"How well do you know your housemates?" Hermione finally asked. Draco paused.

"Alright, I'm close with Crabbe and Goyle, but you know that. Why?"

"I was just wondering...if anyone's said anything, in the common room, about... you know."

"Not that I've heard, Granger. So it was someone in my house?" She didn't deny it, but didn't confirm it either.

"Here we are, the hospital wing. Do you actually want to go in and talk to Madame Pomfrey, she could give you something for the nightmares." Hermione shook her head.

"It won't work, I can't sleep forever, Draco. I see their faces every meal, see them looking at me, or at least I think they are, it's probably just my imagination."

"Wait, their faces? There was more than one person?" Hermione froze, her eyes wide. She stared at Draco in panic for a second before darting into the hospital wing.

"I said too much," he heard her whisper. He moved to follow her, but she spun and the look in her eyes, the wildness and chaos told him he'd better not if he valued his life. Never before had he seen her look so tormented, so scared.

"Miss Granger, what can I do for you?" Madame Pomfrey said effectively dismissing Draco. He had no reason he could think of to stay with Hermione.

"See you in class," he said casually. "If you want to to get my notes, you know where to find me," he added giving her an excuse to come look for him later. He wondered if she would, now that he knew more of what had happened. He checked his watch. Class would have just ended. He made his way back to the dungeons. Professor Snape was cleaning up his desk when Draco watlked in.

"There was more than one attacker,"he stated calmly, although his heart was pounding in his chest. "Granger let it slip, and she also implied it was someone from our house," he added. Professor Snape frowned. These were serious accusations.

"I spoke with Professor McGonagall. She said she'd have a word with Miss Granger."

"She did, and it didn't help, it's her word against theirs, whoever they are. She'd terrified."

"And what do you want me to do about, Draco? Ask everyone in my house if they assaulted someone on the train? To them she's just a muggle-born, and if things continue the way they are going..."

"So what happened to her doesn't matter?"

"It matters, but unless someone confesses, or we have proof of the attack..."

"Right, you can't just accuse people without any proof. Trust me, I'll find proof, if only to put her mind at ease."

"Be careful, Draco. With the visitor at your parents' manor, it would be best if you don't make waves, especially over Miss Granger." Draco nodded. He understood, with the Dark Lord's return bringing attention to himself and Hermione would be bad, especially with these feelings he was starting to have for the muggle-born girl.

"I'll be careful," he promised before slipping from the classroom and making his way back to the common room. There were a lot of things he needed to figure out before making his next move.