I'm so so so sorry guys! I didn't realize the chapters were messed up! Well this should be the right chapter 3, and chapter 6 should be on later tonight! Forgive me?

Chapter 3 – Camping Out

The heavy door swung open and Hermione rushed into the bathroom, not caring who was in the stalls, or however many people may be hearing her sobs of anguish. All she cared about was getting alone, and crying out all of the pain she felt from that one little word, Mudblood. She didn't have a problem with who she was, or who her parents were. She loved being a witch, but she wished that Malfoy wouldn't put her down about it. That word was the worst insult that she could ever hear from anyone.

Within the solitude of the bathroom she paused for a moment to look at herself in the mirror, her ordinary looks, her simple clothing, she would be crazy to ever think she could fit into the ranks of society that Draco was in. He would never want her. That seemed to harden her heart, to make her feel cold, knowing that it would never be.

Slamming her hand down on the cool marble sink Hermione let her frustration show through. She was sick of never being able to be who she was. Worst of all, she would never be able to show the love she felt for that one person that she would never get over. Sliding down she leaned her head against the cool tile of the back wall, observing the massive bathroom from a lower angle.

A loud knock startled her out of her thoughts, and Hermione scowled at the door. "Go away." She yelled, hoping that the girl would get the hint that she didn't want to be bothered and trek to the other bathroom.

"Hermione!" The sound wasn't one of a fellow girl, but instead it was deep, it sounded worried, and at the same time slightly snobbish and standoffish. But there was something more, almost as if the person cared about her.

"Go away." Hermione shouted again, feeling more powerful than she knew she was. All he had to do was a simple spell to get in, and then what? Would she kick and scream? No one would help her, no one would cross Malfoy.

"Please let me in." His voice was low, pleading with her, and it tugged on her heart.

"No." She stood up, her hands were shaking and she was frustrated that she let herself come down to this level. To locking herself in the bathroom and arguing between closed doors, she hated this new low for her.

Hermione stood, staring at the door, wondering what Malfoy was thinking right now. Probably that she was hiding from her problems and that she was going to sit in the bathroom until he left. She would, she would sit in the bathroom until he left, and then she would go to bed, and forget that any of this ever happened.

"Hermione…please." His voice sounded hoarse, as if he had been crying. That was all a lie though. He was probably sounding hoarse from all his yelling.

Sinking down once more she waited, she would wait all night in this godforsaken bathroom if it meant getting all of her life back to normal. Her normal life, the life without Malfoy.

Eventually the banging stopped, and so did the yelling through the door. Hermione wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she knew that enough time had passed so she was able to hopefully get back to her room. "Crap!" Hermione scowled as she felt the numbing and tingling sensation in her legs.

Carefully she brought herself to the door, walking on her shaky legs she managed to hold herself steady as she slowly turned the handle for the lock, letting the door swing open with a gentle push. She could see into the hallway, she saw the plain stone, the torches lit along the wall, and the eerie silence of an empty hallway.

Taking steady steps she began to feel her legs again, and she smiled with a small grace that she so often showed to no one. Walking down the hallway she wasn't paying attention and almost stumbled over something along the floor.

"What the bloody hell!" Hermione mumbled to herself, and caught herself at the last moment. Turning around she spotted the object which had caused her to fall. It was a leg, covered in sleek black pants, and a light snoring was coming from the shadows by the wall.

Carefully she took a few balanced steps, until she saw him, Draco Malfoy, sleeping against the wall, with a peaceful look on his face. She would rarely see him with such a peaceful look on his face. Gazing upon his face she felt more of the love that she had for this man just staring at him.

"Mmm." Draco let out a sleepy mumble, mixing his words and shifting to a new position.

Hermione stood, staring at him, confused on what she should do with the sleeping Slytherin. "Draco." She gently nudged him with her foot, but instead of waking he grabbed her foot, pulling her leg to his chest, and snuggling into her pants.

"Draco." Hermione began to gently shake her foot, causing Draco to reach up and pull her down close to him; she stumbled and landed straight in his lap.

"Uff. Draco, you gotta let me up." Hermione tried standing, but Draco wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her close to him. Stopping her movements Hermione snuggled into his chest. As much as she hated him at times, she still she couldn't resist the thought that she was made to fit right into his chest.

Draco continued to snore, and Hermione relished the thought that he would wake up, thinking that he had fallen asleep and had a crazy dream about some stupid girl. She would remember everything though.

By the time that he was back into a deep slumber she untangled herself from him, and once more looked upon his sleeping face. She noticed the indent in his shirt from her, and the small gloss from where she pressed her lips against his shirt. Leaning down she pressed a light kiss to his forehead, letting her lips linger upon his head, giving him a sad smile as she walked away. She knew that they would never be together. She would just have to accept that.

Walking away towards the tower, she didn't look back. She knew she would see a sleeping man, and she would have to leave him anyways. She reached the tower, and mumbled the password. Walking in she headed towards the dormitories, knowing that only a couple people would be left in her room. She crawled into bed, and then she let the tears fall, she couldn't be strong forever.