A/N: OMG I am sooo sorry about not updating. i completely forgot about the story until I got more reviews. Then I couldn't think of what to write. Anywho. I hope this will be OK until I have time to write more. i'm trying to update more. Read on...

Chapter 7: The Meeting

The next day after classes, Hermione ate dinner and walked to the library to meet Jacob. She saw him in the far corner and walked over to him.

"Hello," she said, giving him a warm smile.

"Hi" He said nervously.

"Come on, let's go up to my common room, ok?" He nodded so she led him to their portrait. (Did I ever say what floor it was on? I forget.) "Lily Flower" she said to the portrait. It swung open and she led him inot their common room.

Together they sat down on a sofa and Hermione turned to face him.

"So, what did you need to talk about?" Hermione asked, carefully.

"Well, it's sort of a long story." He began. Hermione motioned him to continue, so he said, "Over the summer, my dad started beating on me, after my mom died. He said it was my fault and that I had to be punished for what I did to her." At this point tears began to roll down his face. "All summer, he was saying that I was a failure and he wished I had never been born and he wished that I could've died instead of my mother." He took a deep breath. "After a while, I decided it would be so much better for me, and everyone around me if I was dead. I slit my wrists one night, hoping that I would die. But, I got scared." He was flat out crying at this point. Hermione reached over and grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. "I just wanted to see what it would feel like. So I just cut them a little, just to try. I loved the feeling. I thought it was better to inflict pain on myself, than have my father do it to me." He faltered. Hermione nodded to show her support and encourage him to continue. "I didn't think that it could get as bad as it has. Over the summer, the beatings got worse. Soon cutting wasn't enough. I then decided to stop eating. If I didn't eat, he would beat me, I soon found this out, so I ate. I became bulemic. After every meal, I would throw up my food. Make myself feel worse and worse. I always felt satisfied, knowing that I was inflicting the pain myself." He started to shake uncontrolably. Hermione wrapped him in a hug and whispered soothing words in his ear. Finally he calmed down enough to say his final bit. "Its gone too far. I just want it to get better. I want to get better. I want to be happy again." Then he collapsed into Hermione's embrace, sobbing and shaking uncontolably.

"Shhh, its ok, shh." She said, trying to calm him down. "I'll help you. I'll do the best I possibly can. I promise."

"He looked up to her. "Really?" He asked, sur prised.

"Really" she said, and smiled.

She stood up and Jacob looked puzzled. "The first thing" she began "is to get some food into your system, slowly." "Dobby" She said. There was a loud crack and Dobby popped into the room. "Dooby, I would like you to bring me some jello" Jacob shoke his head(apparently he doesn't like jello) "Ok, Dobby, no jello. How about pudding." Jacob smiled. "OK, pudding and water. And a small bowl of your best soup. Please and thank you." Dobby smiled.

"Yes, Yes, anything for Miss Hermione." With that, he snapped his fingers and dissapearred

Jacob looked at Hermione. "What do we do now?"

"We wait" she answered. Not longer than 5 minute later Dobby popped back into the room, dropped off the tray of food, bowed, and popped out again.

"Wow" He said, amazed. Hermione grinned.

"OK. You need to eat. What would you like to try first, the Soup or pudding?" He told her the soup. She gave him the soup and spoon and told him to slowly eat it. "If you eat it too fast, or too much, It will be too much for your system to handle. Eat until you're full." About 10 minutes later, and with a considerably large amount of food left, Jacob was full and Hermione sent the food away. "That was actually a good job for today. Each day you'll eat a little more until you can go back to eating regular portions again." She smiled at him, told him goodnight, and saw him out the portrait hole.

Hermione sighed and sank onto the couch. Draco came down and sat next to her. "How'd it go?" He asked.

"Not bad." She answered. "Though, you should know, seeing as you were listening in."

He grinned sheepishly. "Yea, I was." He laughed. Hermione rolled her eyes. She hit him on the arm then walked to her room. He smiled then walked to his.

Hermione got into her bed, turned off the light, and turned on her side. In the dark she saw a pair of eyes staring back at her. She screamed.

Draco jumped out of his bed and ran to her room. He burst through the door. Thje window was open and the drapes were fluttering in the wind. Hermione was gone. On the bed there was a note. It said: If you want your girlfriend back, you had better do what I ask. You know who I am. Draco sunk onto the bed with his hand around the note, clenched his hand, and began to cry.

A/N: Thats all for now. I'll try to write more when I can. Review please.

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