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Hermione sat quietly in the library in her favorite corner far away from everyone else in the library, or where everyone else would be. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, rubbing them gently. She hadn't meant to snap on Ron like that, but he did have it coming with the way he had been acting and for what he had said to her.

Hermione tried to calm down and relax, she was in her sanctuary…well it use to be her sanctuary. It use to clear her mind when she would sit in her quiet corner and think. She opened her eyes and sighed, it wasn't helping her at all now. Nothing that use to calm her senses or relax her seemed to work anymore. She wanted to clear the chaos that was her mind right now. Her mind was racing and she couldn't clear her thoughts or focus on just one to think about right now.

The sound of foot steps behind her reached her ears and she closed her eyes not wanting to talk to anyone or spend time with them. Gently hands begin to rub her shoulders and her mouth opened in an 'oh' and she sighed in content. The magic hands kept working there magic and slowly her mind stopped racing and the chaos begin to clear. She smiled and part of her wanted to turn and see who it was but she was afraid that would break the magic that this person was working on her.

All of the sudden there was a soft breath on her neck and a soothing voice whispering, "Relax…let your mind clear…don't think about anything…" She opened her mouth to say something but the voice told her, "Shhh…don't speak." She nodded and sat there in utter bliss as two strong soft hands rubbed her shoulders. It wasn't just the hands either, the voice was soothing too. The whole atmosphere just set her at ease. Her sanctuary was a sanctuary once again.

After another 5 or 10 minutes the hands of magic stopped and she immediately opened her eyes. The chaos was cleared and everything seemed to be in perspective now. She had yelled at Ron, he had deserved it, and she would be better off with out him. It wouldn't ruin her friend with Harry and everything was going to fine now.

She smiled softly then remembered the soft and gentle hands that had been working their magic on her. She got up from the table and turned around looking for the mysterious person that had unconsciously helped her so much. She ran out of the little enclosed area she had been in and looked around. There was no one in sight and she sighed. She wished that she knew who had done it so that she could at least thank them for helping her so much. She shrugged and looked on the shelf closest to her and smiled taking a book off the shelf and left the library not knowing the owner of the "magic" hands was watching her every move and was smirking.

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He had been watching her all day and when he had seen her in the library just couldn't help himself. She had seemed different when he had seen her on the train and then when he heard her yelling at Ronald Weasley, he was sure she had changed over the summer. Hermione's hair was a chestnut brown and wavy. It wasn't completely straight but the wavy hair was very becoming on her and he liked it…he liked it a lot.

When he had walked into the library it was because his friends were being so boring and he was just so sick of how immature they were acting. He had wondered around the library before he had seen Hermione sitting at a table rubbing her eyes and sighing. He could tell she was really stressed out and was experiencing what he had before. Her mind was clouded and confused.

When ever he was little and his father use to beat him, he would get confused and would cry to his mother that his father didn't love him. She would always shake her head pulled him onto her lap and gently rub his shoulders or clean any wounds he had. She would speak soothing words into his ear and it would clear the mess of thoughts in his head.

Seeing Hermione sitting there and stressed he figured that the least he could do was help her a little. Besides it seemed like she was beginning to come to the "dark" side or was at least less innocent and he liked it. There was no doubt that she was one of the prettiest and beautiful girls at the school.

He however hadn't expected Hermione to react to him like that. She was in utter aw and so content with him rubbing her shoulder's. He could feel her relaxing under his fingers and could tell after awhile that she was relaxed and the madness was cleared. He hadn't wanted to walk away, but the madness or mess of thoughts would return if she turned around and saw Draco Malfoy rubbing her shoulders.

He smirked to himself; no he would just leave her and wait for another time to let her know that it was him. He had stood behind a book shelf and watched her as she looked for who had been rubbing her shoulders. Draco had smirked to himself and almost laughed when he had seen how she looked so frantic to find him.

Draco stood still in the same hiding place still and watched her leave the library. "Soon Hermione…" He said silently and quietly left the library and headed for the dungeons.

Hermione walked with her book happily up to the Gryffindor commons smiling. She walked through the portrait and saw Harry sitting quietly staring into the fireplace.

"Harry…are you ok?" Hermione asked and walked over and sat down next to him. He was quiet for a little while more and she reached over and touched her hand. Harry finally looked up at her and sighed, "I had a fight with Ron." He said quietly.

Hermione just about busted out laughing, "Wow really?! You too? I had a fight with Ron too." Harry nodded, "Yeah I know…that's what our fight was about too." He said.

Hermione paled a little and the smile faded from her face. "Are you kidding? Don't fight over that, it's no big deal." She looked around "I'm sure Ron's up in the boy's dormitory pouting, just go apologize." She said.

Harry shook his head and stood up, "No I don't think I will." He begin to pace in front of the fireplace. "Hermione… you, Ron, And I are supposed to be best friends…and best friends don't say to each other what Ron has said to you. So no, I won't go apologize or forgive him right now." He turned to look at Hermione. "Hermione I love you like a sister and I hate the insensitive things he has been saying to you."

Hermione smiled and nodded, "That's sweet Harry and I love you like a brother too." Hermione hugged Harry then went upstairs to her room. She lay down on her bed and tried to read her book but her thoughts kept drifting to two different things, the stranger in the library and her parents. She had thought about writing to her parents more than she had when she had left for Hogwarts. She had written a short letter…

Dear Mom and Dad,

I'm at Harry's we'll be leaving for Hogwarts soon. I'll write to you if I'm coming home for vacation.

Hermione

She sighed as she thought of the note. She hadn't written love Hermione because she didn't really feel a lot of love for her parents right now. She was hurt and tired of listening to their reasons for getting a divorce.

She looked over at her night stand and finally reached over and pulled out a picture of her and her parents. All of them smiling happily and hugging. She scoffed and threw it back on the top of the night stand.

She lay back down on her bed and begin to softly cry. She missed the old days when all she worried about was if her parents got her letters. She was so scared of what was going to happen to her…who would she live with? She begin to cry more and more and finally ended up crying herself to sleep, and dreamt of strong hands relaxing and fixing all her problems.

Ok so yeah here's another new chapter, I promise I'll get better at updating soon oh and R&R please!!! Make me a happy little girl lol.