Hermione wanted to scream in frustration, Malfoy was already getting on her nerves and it hadn't even been twenty four hours yet, what on earth was she going to so. She sighed and decided after the long evening she needed a relaxing bath, and badly. She walked into the shared bathroom and turned on the water and soap, the tub looked more like a swimming pool to her and she had lived in the palace in Egypt for part of the summer.

Hermione slowly undressed and thought about the events of that day, other than Malfoy driving her utterly out of her mind, things had gone pretty well. The prefects seemed respectable and during the meeting they had accomplished a lot. Harry and Ron got to meet Alex and they seemed to like him, they were both prefects and she hoped that with enough luck they would rub off on him a little bit, although she wasn't sure she wanted all of the to rub off on any family member of hers. She was pretty sure her parents wouldn't be to if their son ate anything like Ron, or paced around in uncontrollable circles when he was confused like Harry.

Hermione sunk thankfully into the warm water; it felt so good after a log day. Hermione got out of the bath and feeling more relaxed went to bed.

Draco woke to faint noises coming from Hermione's room, he got up grabbed his wand and walked in without knocking to shut her up.

When he entered he was incredulous Hermione was sweating profusely and writhing in her bed as if in pain. Draco strode over and shook her but she wouldn't wake up.

Suddenly he felt a pulling sensation and was thrown forward into a spinning picture; he landed with a thump in a dark and cold grassy place of. He stood up and brushed himself off. Then all of the sudden he stopped hearing a familiar voice that made his blood run cold with hatred.

"I asked you a question Miss. Dianni where is Harry Potter!"

Draco looked up and his fear was confirmed before him an unusual scene unfolded, Hermione was on her knees in what appeared to be a light blue evening gown, she was looking up at Voldemort towering over her. Behind them there was a circle of death eaters two of the held a woman who looked similar to Hermione between them and to the right another two held a man also resembling her. In the middle of the circle there was a little boy who he recognized as her broth sprawled out across the ground.

Draco's stomach did a flip he knew exactly where he was; in her dream apparently her memory of that summer. At that moment the action resumed and he was forced out of his thought and back to what was happening.

Two more Death Eaters were using the unforgivable curses on her parents; they were both writhing in pain from the actions. Voldemort spoke again to Hermione.

"I will make you live to regret that answer info you do not tell me where he is." Hermione's face was streaked with tears and she was sobbing and shaking apparently her hands were tied behind her back and she was bound to the ground by her knees.

"I told you already I can't tell you, they used a spell." She managed to get out between her gasping for breath.

"You can overcome it if you try hard enough you can do more than you think, you veins run cold with dark magic more powerful than you could ever imagine. Harry is powerful but only because I could not kill him and that slowly grew to make him a better wizard, but you Miss. Dianni you were born with powerful blood, your heart pumps with the darkness. You are the smartest in your year."

"No…." Hermione whispered

"You decided their fate, remember that when you feel alone." His voice was so unbelievably cold. Hermione's eyes grew wide when she realized what he meant.

"Avada Cadavra!" two voices shouted in unison. Hermione's parent's bodies were dropped cold and lifeless to the ground.

Voldemort then turned to the boy on the ground who was beginning to stir; he glanced at another Death Eater and nodded. The hooded figure stepped forward and handed him a black whip.

"No, Please Don't he's only ten years old!" Hermione looked worriedly between him and her brother almost screaming now.

"You will pay the price." Voldemort replied.

"No, take me instead, hit me just don't hurt him." She asked pleading for anything that would spare him the pain.

"Ah, this should be interesting, very well then." He circled around her and then without warning he bought the whip cracking down on one shoulder then the other. Hermione

didn't even flinch.

"One for each of the live you took, so you will never forget it was your decision to let them die, you could have saved them. But alas no such luck."

All of the sudden the picture faded and he was standing in the burrow with Hermione and Harry, Ron and Ginny were sitting playing a game that he assumed was made by Fred George due to the odd rules.

Hermione spoke "Um, can I talk to you for a minute guys."

The three looked up at her Ginny spoke "Actually we just finished and were about to go out and visit Diagon Alley,"

Ron then interrupted "Can it wait till we get back Mione and we will have time to talk later."

Hermione shrugged and looked a little nervous "Well to tell you the truth, I'd kind of like to tell you know it's kind of urgent." Hermione looked at her feet and fidgeted a little bit with her fingers.

This time it was Harry who spoke "Sorry Hermione but we were kind of in a hurry, I'm sure your latest SPEW news can wait till we get back for dinner." With that they got up from the table and before Hermione could protest they were gone.

Draco looked at her he had never seen her, this sad or depressed. He could almost see her hears breaking as a tear rolled down her face. She turned and looked in the mirror.

She whispered almost as if to her self "Yes, it CAN wait, for the red heads and the boy-who-lived anything and everything always waits."

This time the picture blurred and it was more like a slide show as Draco saw her summer memories. He saw all of the times Hermione sat alone in her room at might unable to sleep, he saw Hermione out in the gardens crying so hard that she had to hold her stomach with both arms because she felt like she was being torn apart, he saw how many sleepless nights she spent replaying their words in her head trying to convince herself they were wrong but all the while knowing they were right. And then he saw something he never thought he would ever see, he saw as she slowly broke and left her body he watched as the Hermione they all knew died and was replaced by nothing, an autopilot a default switch was flicked and Hermione was gone.

He knew that things might have been different if she had been able to tell someone instead of sit in her room late into the night asking her self what she did wrong. He knew that she needed someone to tell her that it was not her fault that her parents were dead, but he also knew that deep down in her heart she cared what happened to her friends no matter what they did and that was what tore her apart the most.