Hello Tokyo: Well once again, if you guys haven't noticed, I changed my Pen Name. :) And once more, sorry for the really late update. Been quite busy, with school and such. R&R please.

Disclaimer: Nuh uh, not in a million years will I own any of the Harry Potter characters. They all belong to J.K. Rowling. :)

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Chapter Three
Trust Is All That Matters, So Can I Trust You?

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Days after the cruel day Hermione shared with Draco, Hermione lay on her bed, awaiting for the sun to rise once more. For once, she would considerto have told someone about her little friendship she had with a Malfoy. Although, it would be hard enough on her as it is. Back at home, her parents would always ask her about Draco, though, of course, she wouldn't dare tell her mother and father that he was a Slytherin. Although, she did tell the that they weren't friends anymore. Hermione had told them that 'Draco and I have grew apart, you know, it always happens.' Burning up inside Hermione built up the courage to tell Ginny about everything.

It was obvious that she needed someone to help her through this situation. Lying on the bed, restlessly, hoping the rays of light to enter her bedroom window, Hermione heard someone creep into her four-poster bed side of the room. Hermione grasped her wand from the bedside table and muttered 'lumos'. A great white light appeared at the tip of her wand. She smiled at the girl who was standing at the side of her bed. The long ginger haired girl returned the smile and she allowed herself to sit on the vacant side of her bed.

"Couldn't sleep either?" Ginny whispered, as Hermione slid over to give her more room on the bed.

"No, it's been like this for me ever since first year," Hermione told her, sitting up properly. "knox. I can never get any sleep anymore, hence the eye bags around my eyes everyday." The great white light disappeared as she recited the spell and placed it on the bedside table.

"What to talk about it?" Ginny asked, soothingly.

"Not just yet, just when the sun comes out," Hermione replied, brushing her hair around her ear.

"M'kay, just tell me whenever you're ready," Ginny nodded.

Hours later, the sun arose, filling the dormitory with rays of sunlight. Hermione and Ginny covered their eyes, shielding it from the sun. Hermione rubbedher eyes continuously, wiping away all the sleep from her eyes. Ginny did the same. Hermione pulled the bed sheets off of her body, the cold breeze reaching her bare skin, causing her to shiver. The vibrant ginger haired girl hugged her tightly, letting Hermione know that she'll always be there for heras a friend, to help her out when she desperately needs it. Hermione smiled widely and thanked her greatly for the hug. The two girls continued talking, utterly loud and accidentally awoke the other girls in the dorm. Hermione and Ginny giggled as the other girls shot daggers at them for waking them up.

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A large, black, hawk-like owl hooted as if it was singing a song. The blonde haired boy woke up immediately, as the owl hooted. Shielding his eyes from the sunrays, Draco lazily tip toed out of his bed and grabbed his Slytherin robes. Draco dressed into his robes and cleared his eyes from the sleep. Draco then had another flash back from when he was little.

The petite feminine beauty, and the little blonde haired, Draco Malfoy were playing around at her house for a play date. They were caught playing around for hours, with what Muggles call it 'Lego's' and 'Jigsaw Puzzles' and 'Board Games' and just drawing on pieces of papers. Draco fell into deep sleep as the two children grew tired. Although, the little beauty was wide awake, she quickly but quietly ran into her mothers room, piling make-up and jewellery in her little hands. She tip toed down the stairs and knelt next to Draco.

She pulled open the radiant red lipstick, her mother always wore and began to plaster it on his lips. Oh how red was his colour. Little beauty drew circles on his cheeks, to make them seem as if they were rosy. She slipped on the jewellery around his neck and his tiny fingers. Little beauty was giggling so much, that she woke little Draco. Uh oh. Busted. Little beauty pointed and giggled even harder, his expression was priceless to her...

Draco snapped out of it. It's obvious that he's never going to find out who and where 'little beauty's' whereabouts are. It's also obvious that she is a Muggle, a dirty blood. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to stop him from figuring out who and where she is. Muggle or not, he will always care about her, just about as much as he did in the past.

But how in the world is he ever going to tell his father about this Muggle, if and when he finds her? Surely his father will not approve of a Muggle - or to say Mudblood; Mudbloods are dirty blood, who are a disgrace to pure bloods. This was going to be a tough challenge for Draco Malfoy, the boy who intakes everything as 'easy'.

"Draccie, are you okay?" An annoying high-pitched voice came.

"Yes, now will you please leave," Draco replied, coolly, combing his hair back with gel.

"OK, I just thought that we could head down to breakfast together," Pansy insisted, looking ever so 'tramp-y' in her life.

"No, just head down, I'll be there in a second, you won't miss me, now will you?" Draco answered, sneered.

"Okay, I'll see you soon then," Pansy said, rather heartbroken.

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"So Hermione, are you ready to tell me what's wrong?" Ginny asked, briefly after changing into their robes. "Not to pressure you or anything."

"I'm not pressured," Hermione replied, as she straightened her hair once again with the spell. "I can trust you, yes? Well what I mean by that is, you can

keep this between us, until I'm ready to tell Harry and Ron, yes?" She kept her voice low, just so nobody could eavesdrop on them.

"Of course, my lips are sealed," Ginny nodded, pretending to zip her mouth shut and throwing away the key.

"Okay, your trust is all I need," Hermione said, turning to face her friend.

"What's up Hermione? Something the matter? Tell me now," Ginny demanded, impatiently.

"Okay, well I was really close with this boy when I was little and I mean really close," Hermione explained, "And this boy, well, everybody despises him at this school..." She trailed off, looking rather flustered.

"And who might this boy be?" Ginny questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Ahem - Draco - ahem - Malfoy - ahem," Hermione tried to cough it out.

"Pardon me?" Ginny replied.

"Draco Malfoy!" Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

Ginny bursted out with laughter. Suddenly, she saw the look that Hermione gave her. She wasn't lying to her, it was all true. But how could this be?

"Oh Hermione, this is for real," Ginny said, hugging Hermione tightly. "it hurts you how Malfoy insults you everyday, and he doesn't even remember."

Hermione nodded, a solid tear sliding down her cheek. She wiped it before the tear fell to her robes and sighed. "I remember this one time, when we were playing all day and he just dropped dead, sleeping, so I ran up the stairs to grab my mum's make-up and jewellery and plastered all this make-up all over his face." She smiled, remembering the unforgettable moment. "It was quite a laugh."

"Aww, 'Mione, you miss him don't you?" Ginny asked.

"Of course I do, but he knows me as a Mudblood, a dirty blood," Hermione replied, frustrated, "why can't we all just get along?"

"I guess it was meant to be like this, Slytherins will always have beef with the Gryffindors," She replied.

"I suppose you're right," Hermione said, "oh, and thank you for listening, I really needed someone to talk to, and I trust you even more now."

"Welcome," She replied, smiling broadly.