Hey guys! I am sorry for such delay but my school has started and I have been promoted to 10th grade! Yippee! You see the school here starts in April so yeah… I have been super busy and couldn't manage to upload my story. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please review and suggestions are most welcome! Enjoy!

I found myself thinking about my life again, while going to Room 47. Again. I usually found myself doing this on daily basis, while brushing, walking to some room to check on Aurors, eating dinner alone and at many times of the day. I shook my head a little. It was almost the end of my shift when I came to across their room which was reserved for me. I reached the front of the room and took a deep breth before entering. This time both, Harry and Malfoy, were sitting on their respective beds.

"Good morning." I wished them and closed the door behind me.

"Morning.", both of them replied simultaneously.

I just stood looking at both of them and raised my eyebrows, standing with my hands on my hips. Harry glanced at Malfoy and said, "I broke my arm."

I bit my lip and nodded slightly. Then I turned to look at Malfoy. He shrugged and said, "Nothing but a gash.", and raised his hand to show me his not-so-horrific gash and dropped after a few seconds.

I walked towards Malfoy and raised his hand again and took out my wand white coat which we had to wear on our robes to perform some simple healing spells. I saw Malfoy smirking and automatically raised my eyebrows and gave him a questioning look.

"You are treating me first instead of Harry after a very long time." He said with smug look. Even with a lot of effort to keep a straight face, I failed and felt my mouth twitch.

"You're done." I said, putting it back into my pocket, and walked towards Harry and started examining his arm. Meanwhile Malfoy got up went up to the magazine holder to read some.

After I examined Harry's hand, I took my wand again from my pocket to perform the spell. "Why is that Harry is the one who always gets hurt bad and you manage to get only some gashes or broken ribs Malfoy?", I asked Malfoy, without looking at him.

"That is because I am better at spells than Harry." he said with a smug look on his face. I smiled a bit and performed the spell while Harry protested against Malfoy's remark and stared to give examples to prove that he was better than Malfoy. I just smiled while they kept on arguing when I noticed which magazine Malfoy was reading. It was the Witch Weekly.

"I didn't know you were interested in gossips Malfoy." I said with an amused look on my face. I bit my cheek to keep myself from laughing at the image of Malfoy being interested in gossips. Both of them abruptly stopped arguing. Malfoy just shrugged. He shrugs a lot and according to me it's not very good way of communication.

"I looked at the picture on the front and thought that this gossip would be worth reading." Malfoy said with a smirk which didn't really reach his eyes like the way it usually did when he genuinely smirked. I got to know that you have two types of smirks too, just like smiles, after meeting Malfoy. One of course is the genuine one which always reaches the eyes, causing the eyes to twinkle a bit, and the other is the forced one. I actually came to many about expressions after meeting Malfoy, which of course is still a very big surprise to me.

"And what would the gossip be about?" I said with my eyebrows raised and a small smile.

"This.", he said and showed the front page of the Witch Weekly. My smile got replaced with a scowl and my face hardened. I actually felt myself go pale. I heard Harry take a sharp breath when he looked at the picture on the front cover. And what was on that cover that made me scowl? There was picture of Ron Weasley KISSING another woman, who was wearing a slutty dress. I didn't read the headline but I could have sworn that it had my name in it.

I heard Harry stand up and saw him walk up to Malfoy. "Throw the magazine away Malfoy." he said in a threatening way. But Malfoy, of course being a Malfoy, didn't and said, "Why? Afraid that Granger will get hurt? Grow up Harry. She is old enough to take care of herself. And she should know what her boyfriend is doing behind her back. She should know that Every Friday, instead of coming to your house for the Friday dinners, he is sleeping with other girls. She should know that he is cheating on each every female manager his Quidditch team ever had when she is eating her dinner alone and sleeping alone at night. Don't you Granger?" He turned towards me. His expression changed when he saw my watery eyes.

No Hermione. Control yourself. Don't you dare cry in front of Malfoy. Don't you dare! I looked at him straight in the eye and hissed, "Don't you dare tell me what to know. Don't you dare! You think I don't know what others talk about me behind my back? 'Oh look at poor Hermione Granger! She doesn't even know that Ron Weasley is cheating on her.', 'Oh why won't he? Have you seen her? She is so ugly and he is so hot and handsome. No wonder he is not satisfied with her in bed'. I don't want to be in pain Malfoy. I have felt enough pain in my life after the war and when I came to know what Ron does. I don't want to fell anymore pain than I already do. I just don't. You know what will happen? I'll die. I WILL FUCKING DIE MALFOY!" I screamed the last part and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath.

"I will die of pain Malfoy." I whispered and opened my eyes and let the tears run fast down my face. The tears blurred my face. I didn't bother wiping my tears,

"Don't you dare tell me that I don't know a thing Malfoy." I said in the business-like tone which I usually saved for my other patients. I was surprised by my voice because I didn't expect such tone. What I expected was a murmur accompanied with a sob. I raised my head to look directly into his eyes which I did. What I wasn't expecting was a guilty look on his face.

My eyes widened in surprise. I couldn't move. I couldn't feel my hands or my fingers. I didn't feel my toes. For a matter of fact I didn't feel any part of my body. My head started to swirl and my vision blurred more than it did before. I felt my stomach drop. I felt suffocated. My throat dried up and tears were not running down my face anymore. My head swirled more and more. I heard Harry and Malfoy shout my name and saw them running towards me. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head and let the darkness around me engulf me.

Please review guys! If you didn't notice it yet the "shrugging-is-not-good-form-of-communication part" is from the movie 'Warm Blood'. I love when that part. And those of you who haven't seen the movie yet, please do! It's AMAZING!

Again, Suggestions are most welcome. I actually have no idea what to write in the next chapter so some suggestions will help me a lot!

-Crazykid00