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Hermione stood next to the stairs that led up to her room, trying to work out when would be a good time to sneak away.

"You can't leave me like this, honey bunch." Pansy whined at Malfoy. "You have to do something."

Malfoy sighed and looked at Ron then at Hermione. Hermione had been looking up the stairs with longing and hadn't noticed everybody in the room turn to her. Sighing she looked away from the stairs and froze.

Why were they all looking at her!

"What?" she said.

"I'm a clown…what ever that is…you could help a little." Ron snapped.

Hermione looked him over and had to bite her lip to stop the giggles again. Who would have known that baggy trousers and a red nose would suit the boy so much!

"What do you think I should do?" she asked her voice deceptively soft. "You want me to lay out on the sofa naked so you can get it on with me. I mean, that is something I do all the time…right Ron?"

Ron turned red under the white face paint.

"Damn…you do that!" Malfoy said laughing. "And here was me thinking sharing with you was going to be hell."

"Shut it Ferret." Ron barked.

"Wait, standing up for my honour now? A minute ago you imagined I was nothing more than a prostitute." Hermione turned to the stairs once again and headed up them.

"Where do you think you are going Mudblood? You can stay here and get rid of this mess." Malfoy shouted after her.

Hermione paused and turned around to look at the three of them.

"I think not. Ron will leave as soon as Pansy turns him back." Then she smirked at him. "I am sure that you will be able to deal with Pansy."

With that she turned and carried on going up the stairs and into her room. Sitting down on the edge of her bed she looked around her room. She didn't know what to do with herself.

The last year at Hogwarts was a meant to be like no other. It was a meant to be the year that things changed for her, the year that she could hold her head up high and be who she was without caring what anyone else thought. So far it had not gone to plan. She was sharing a room with Draco Malfoy of all people. Harry and Ron were not helping. She wasn't sure what it was about them, they use to be so close but now everything they did seemed to drive her mad. What had happened to them? And since when did Ron have such a low opinion of her? Did Harry see her the same way? Did everyone else?

Sighing, annoyed with herself for reading to much into the scene downstairs. She stood up and walked over to the mirror and just looked at herself.

Sure she had changed since they had last seen her. She no longer looked like the bookworm, but that didn't mean she wasn't. People always thought she hated being called that but she didn't. If anything she was proud of it. There were far worse names she could be called. Like Mudblood for example.

It had been silly that she thought people would not see her differently, that people would still know that she was Hermione Granger, the girl that would be found reading in a corner somewhere. But no all they saw now was the curves and the new grace her body had. They saw the locks of her or the straight teeth. It made her heart break.

The stranger in the mirror started to cry, the stranger let them fall without caring. Each tear reflected everything she had lost, they may still say they were there for her but that would soon stop, she would lose them.

Truing around she fell onto the bed and buried her face in her pillow and sobbed herself silly.

Malfoy stood in the bathroom, his ear flat against the door leading to Grangers bedroom.

He hadn't planned on listening to her crying, but walking into the room he had heard a sob. It tore at something inside him, something he didn't know he had. That something made him walk to the door and put his ear to it and listen to the broken cries.

Draco turned away from the door and turned the shower on. This was silly, it's not like he has never heard a woman cry before. His mother cried all the time; he had learned to cut it out. To not let it disturbed him. But there was something different about the cries coming from the next room.

Stepping under the too hot water he washed himself vigorously and then stepped out again. Turing off the shower he listened. The crying and stopped and Draco breathed a sigh of relief.

Wrapping a towel around his waist he went into his room and shut the door.

He was supposed to be annoyed at her, not feeling sorry for that waste of space. She left him to deal with Ron and Pansy by himself. And that may sound like a child's comment but it had been bloody hard work. Pansy had refused to turn Ron back, so Draco had done it. But then Ron wanted to go up and speak to Granger but he wouldn't let him. That brought on a fight with words until finally he had stormed out. But then Pansy had wanted to…play with him. This had been the furthest thing from his mind, so he had sent Pansy on her way with a few well chosen words.

The only problem that remained was that he couldn't sleep because his brain wouldn't shut up!

Morning came too soon and brought with it killer headaches for both Heads.

Hermione made her way down to the common room with her cauldron and supplies. Putting the pot over the fire she started to make a potion to clear her headache. It was the worse kind; it sat right behind her eyes and made things fuzzy. That's what she got for crying herself to sleep.

Malfoy's door flew open and he stormed into the room.

"Could you make anymore noise!" he demanded.

Hermione wince as his voice vibrated around her head. Then she spoke quietly.

"I'm not the one shouting."

Malfoy growled at her and stormed back into his room.

Hermione worked slowly and got the potion finished. Poured some into a glass she took a drink and drank it quickly. Instant relief flooded into her head. Her eyes focused and the pain left.

She was about to vanish the rest when she remembered that Malfoy had left her a piece of toast yesterday, and considering the way he was acting today it was clear he had a headache. Getting a new glass she filled it too then left it on the table. Getting rid of the rest she took her cauldron and supplies back up to her room. Grabbing her bag she left to common room and made her way to the Great Hall.

Draco heard the portrait close. Thank Merlin she was gone, she made enough noise!

Opening his door he walked out into the common room and grabbed his bag. As he passed the table he noticed a glass of potion. Walking over he picked it up and sniffed. It smelt like a headache cure. Had she not taken hers? That was stupid, why would she make a potion and not drink it?

He looked around the room and saw an empty glass that held a little of the potion in the bottom. So she had drunk hers. Then what was the point of having two? Unless she had made some for him?

All this thinking made his head hurt more. He downed the potion and sighed when the pain left.

He couldn't think on an empty stomach. Picking up his bag again he headed to the Great Hall.

Could Hermione Granger have made it for him to drink!

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