A/N: Thanks to all reviewers! Sorry for the delay on this chapter I hope it's up to your guises standards!

I tear my heart open

I sew myself shut

My weakness is

I care too much

The scars remind us

The past is real

I tear myself open

Just to feel

A single bottle sat in her lap. Some may want to believe it was special. Others may see the truth it was ordinary, no different than what would be found in any store. It was not expensive, nor was it cheap; it simply was.

The simplicity of the situation was that Draco Malfoy, the bane of her existence, had sent her to Australia to pick up a parcel that was to be classified as of the utmost importance. He had sent her on a pointless errand that could have been a trip to diagon alley if his intentions had not been to piss her off, to push her towards quitting.

He had sent her to Australia for a bottle of hair gel.

She had taken the time in the cab, to think. About quitting? Maybe, about screeching at Draco Malfoy until her lungs would simply be deprived of air and her voice was long gone? Definitely.

But the feeling that was over stimulating her recently cold heart was sorrow. What kind of bastard would send her on a pointless journey to the one place on earth she truly felt vulnerable? Who could be so cruel to make her go through the pain of visiting the place where her parents had taken there last breaths?

It surfaced all of her insecurity's of her parent's death being Hermione's fault. It made her think of how their blood was stained upon her hands and would never wash away.

It was official Draco Malfoy was a pitiless, merciless, malicious, callous man. That was Hermione's last thought before she stepped out of the cab paid the man and flooed back to Malfoy enterprises. She stepped out of the fireplace, avoiding all others and made her way to Malfoy's office.

She arrived an entered not bothering to knock, he didn't seem the least bit startled by her arrival. He looked up from the report he held in his hands, and casually said "late once again Granger".

That had been the last straw; nothing held her back from snapping. There was nothing restraining her from causing the arrogant git bodily harm, but no she would not do that it would only please him. While she was swallowing back her anger she forgot to close the floodgates, and her traitorous tears began to fall.

Before she knew it she was absolutely bawling, she fell to the floor reduced to nothing but a blubbering mess. The wait of the world seemed to be pressing down on her lungs, she drew in a last ragged breath before she was met by a welcoming darkness.

Draco who had witnessed the whole thing muttered a slew of curse words while picking Hermione up bridal style and running to the elevator, in turn he made his way to his father's office who better to help him then his father.

He burst into his father's office out of breath, carrying the still blacked-out Hermione. His father was wearing a smile upon seeing his son, but that quickly fell into a livid expression when he saw the girl hanging limply in his arms.

"What the hell happened Draco" He all but screeched. Draco looked terrified, he hadn't hear that tone used but his father in months,

"I don't know, I sent her to Australia to pick-up a parcel and then she came back into my office, I informed her she was late. Her expression went from livid to something else then she fell to the floor crying then she just blacked out." He said in a rushed tone as he laid her down on the couch in his fathers lounge.

His father walked over and cast a diagnostic spell on her, to find out that the only injury she had was a sprained wrist and the fact she had blacked out. He decided he would cast the enervate charm in 10 minutes had she not woken by herself, besides the next conversation that was about to happen between him and his son was nothing for any lady's ears.

"What were you thinking sending her somewhere by herself, for all we know she could have been raped while she was there. I went through all the trouble to find a young Pretty little assistant for you and this is what happens on her first day would you rather I hire pansy?" He snarled. His son gave a look of disgust and shook his head no preparing for the rest of the rant.

"Wow, why's the room spinning?" asked a much disoriented Hermione. The second she saw Malfoy jr. everything seemed to flood back into her mind in a woosh. She had gone to Australia, to get a parcel, it had been a bottle of gel. She had thought about her parents, came back to the office, cried then blacked out.

She though back to her parents and then started crying again, she curled into a small ball making herself feel safe. When she saw Malfoy jr. approaching her she screamed "Don't touch me, stay away you nasty, heartless vindictive Bastard."

A few minutes passed and she remained there sobbing on the couch Malfoy just stared, this time Lucius tried to approach the girl, she allowed it. He sat next to her on the couch, and turned to face the sniveling witch and asked what was wrong.

"My parents, dead in Australia, death eaters did it" and collapsed into another fit of sobs "I want Blaise" were her last words before she crawled back into a small ball. Lucius was not happy but complied; he did not want Hermione and Blaise getting close. But right now he didn't want to upset her further so he sent for Blaise.

Blaise arrived within a minute, when he saw Hermione he walked over to the couch and softy said her name, she looked up before launching herself into his arms. He simply held her whilst she cried into his shirt, after she had cried herself to sleep he stood with her in his arms as if she weighed noting and walked out into the office where the other two had migrated to.

"I don't know what the hell happened but im gonna take her home, Lucius her address please." Blaise asked in a polite tone.

"You know I cant let you do that the company has to ensure she makes it home safe, myself or Draco will have to take her home." He replied.

Blaise looked hesitant when he saw Draco stretch his arms open, but none the less he passed the girl to him and excited the office.

Draco looked down at the girl he held in his arms and a new feeling coursed through him, guilt. Had he know that her parents had been murdered in Australia he wouldn't have made her go, right? Or would that have been an added bonus for him? He didn't know, all that mattered right now was getting Hermione back to her flat safely.

"Draco we have a problem she didn't supply us with an address, so is it possible for her to spend the night in your guest room?" Lucius asked.

Draco nodded, but secretly feared her wrath when she woke in the morning, and realized who's flat she was currently in.