A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

Warning: This chapter contains graphic mentions of self harm and talk of suicide.

"Granger, a minute," Draco stated nodding his head to an empty classroom. She glanced around quickly and followed him.

"What? I really shouldn't be talking to you, people might think..."

"Think what, Granger? That'd I'd stoop low enough to be interested in you? As if, no, they think I'm just spying for, well, you know." Her eyes widened.

"None of the Slytherins are admitting to anything, they all know?"

"Yes. Look, anything said outside of this classroom, don't take it at face value. We both have games to play, people to fool. Was Warrington one of the ones who attacked you?"

"If he was, if I said so, would anyone believe me?" she asked softly biting her lower lip.

"Hermione, I want to make this right, somehow. You came to me, I don't know why."

"I don't know either, honestly. Your compartment was the first I found? I don't even remember, I have tried so hard to block that day...don't make me remember Draco, please," she whispered looking into his eyes. Hers filled with pain, with fear.

"Hermione, please. If you don't tell me, if you keep this inside, they'll do it again. They'll find another girl, another muggle-born or maybe even just a muggle. Do you want that on your conscience?" She looked down at the floor.

"Yes. Warrington...was one of the ones...in the train car. That's all I'm going to tell you. I've got to go, tell Professor Snape, Merlin I don't care what you tell him. I've got to go," she babbled pushing past Draco and rushing down the hallway. He sighed and walked into the potions classroom. He would figure out what to do about Warrington later. He still needed to pass his classes. He just hoped Hermione was alright. What if he had pushed her too far?

"Mr. Malfoy, do you have a reason for being late?" Draco nodded walking over to Professor Snape's desk.

"I'm sorry, sir. Miss Granger had an emergency and won't be attending class today. I was with her," he stated. Professor Snape looked at his godson and nodded slowly.

"Don't let it happen again."

"I do not plan to make a habit of it, sir." Professor Snaped nodded for Draco to take his seat.

"Since Miss Granger is not here, Longbottom, partner with Potter and Weasley."

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Hermione shook, her entire body racked by her loud sobbing. She had done it, she'd named a name. She knew if Draco did something, if he said anything, she might as well be dead.

They had threatened to kill her that day, she remembered that. She knew Draco was only trying to help, she didn't really understand why. She didn't even understand why she'd stayed in the train car with him.

She raised her head, catching sight of herself in the mirror. Her skin was splotchy, her eyes red, her hair was damp from tears.

"I'm a disaster," she whispered. "A mess, a ruined mess." She stared at her reflection, slowly bringing her hand to the mirror. She shattered it with her palm. Slivers of glass fell around her, some embedded in her palm. She looked at the blood.

"I won't let them win," she stated taking a deep breath. "I won't let them kill me, they can't kill someone who's already dead," she sobbed picking up a larger piece of glass and bringing it to her wrist. She felt the sharpness of the edge, felt her skin start to split.

Disgusted with herself she threw the glass to the floor and wrapped her bleeding wrist in paper towels. She just hoped Draco wouldn't find out what she'd almost done, hoped he wouldn't...wouldn't what, care about her? She shoved the thought from her mind. Why should Draco Malfoy care about her, a filthy little mudblood like her?