Hey, guys! I loved your reviews! So here's a longer chapter.
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*WARNING*

A few swearing due to a very Frustrated Malfoy

Hermione smiled at Ron. She was so glad that they had talked out and figured out their feelings. Ron had being so co-operative and he didn't burst in to a temper as she had feared. Actually it had gone way better than that. She had explained how she felt towards him and how she felt for Draco.

Harry noticed that everyone was at the breakfast table except Malfoy. He had pitied his nemesis that Christmas night. He knew that it wasn't a treat to be stuck in a household with the people of your rival house. Bloody hell, Harry wouldn't have survived if he was stuck in a house of Slytherins. Harry looked around and he noticed that Hermione also had noticed Malfoy's absence.

"Where's he?" Harry asked.

"I don't know. He doesn't sleep this late. He must be still sulking." Hermione sighed.

"Let him. Its better off without him." Ron grumbled, still not fond of his tail. He had a lot trouble sleeping with that bloody thing. The twins had managed to look at the bright side of it and tested their Weasley products on them. Currently George had his tail hair braided neatly and Fred's tail was in rainbow colours.

"No, I'll go check on him." Hermione said frowning, sensing that something was wrong. Sure, they had arguments like the one yesterday but Draco always got over them the next day. Except for that time before the Christmas holidays. But Hermione knew that won't happen again. She went upstairs and opened Draco's room.

A wide empty room gaped at her. Hermione sighed as she realized she was in the wrong room. But when she looked at the door she frowned. No, this was Draco's room. She was pretty sure. Just two bedrooms away from hers. Hermione looked back in, her eyes wandering to the empty bed, the empty table. Empty. Like the way her chest felt then.

"Draco?" Hermione called out. She wildly looked around then ran into the next room. It was empty too. She looked back at Draco's room. Empty. The places where his clothes had being, the place where his cage had being, his books. Nothing. It had to be some mean joke.

"Hermione?" she heard Ron's voice behind her as he came. "Where's he? The foods getting cold. We can't wait…"

"His rooms empty."

"What?"

"Ron, please check downstairs. I'll check the other rooms."

Ron swore and left. Hermione was worried and her heart ached. She felt confused. Clothes gone, room empty, Draco gone…. No, he couldn't have left. She felt dizzy. How could he? Someone would have noticed. And he had nowhere to go. Hermione checked the other rooms. Had he felt like for a new room? Hermione hoped so but she was greeted with empty spaces in the unoccupied rooms. Maybe he left a note. Hermione thought, going to her room. She froze at the doorway of her room.

The floor was pooled with blood and in the middle of it Draco was sprawled in it. His eyes were sickly wide open and stared back at Hermione. His lips were slightly apart and they looked blue. His face had lost the little colour he had. His white shirt was drenched in blood. The image hit her hard.

Hermione's head swirled and her throat went dry. She felt like she was choking and the strength she had left her. She felt as if she was hit hard, as if her heart had being wrenched out of her. Without a warning tears were gushing out.

"No, no, no… Draco!" Hermione sobbed. She collapsed down on to the body and clutched it. The blood felt cold on her and his skin was icy. She felt for the pulse but there was nothing. She felt broken as if somebody had stomped on her really, really hard. "Draco….. please….. you can't be…." she sobbed. She felt helpless.

"Hermione? Did I hear—" Ron came in to the room. He gasped. "Bloody hell."

The sight startled him. It took him completely off guard. He pulled out his wand and shouted. "D-DAD, MOM, HARRY!" Sounds of running feet came and there were multiple gasps and cries as the rest came. Ginny covered her mouth and ran away feeling nauseous and couldn't conceal the sob that escaped. The others looked at the scene horrified. Mrs. Weasley let out a whimper. Mr. Weasley took out his wand.

"Hermione, Hermione….." He gently said to the broken girl who was crying hard on the floor.

Harry went over to her and had to drag her away from the body. He hugged her as she clutched his shirt and sobbed on to it. She was saying something as she cried but Harry couldn't make out a thing she was saying. He just stroked her hair, unable to think what to do or how this had happened.

"Harry, take her away. We need to check this." Mr. Weasley said and Harry nodded in reply.

"Wait." Ron said suddenly. "There's something wrong." He walked towards the lifeless body of his nemesis. The body seemed as if it was…. twitching?

Still with her face covered with tears, Hermione turned her head to see what Ron was talking about. Her whole body felt weak and she couldn't have stood if Harry wasn't supporting her body with his.

Then suddenly, to Ron's horror the body swirled till it was a black mass in front of him. It flashed in to a huge spider.

"BLOODY HELL!" Ron cried startled as he staggered back. "Ridikulus!" and with that the spider burst and was gone. Where it was a silvery orb floated. Harry weakly twitched his wand at it and it disappeared.

For a while everyone stared at where the body/spider had being.

"A boggart." Ron murmured.

"A boggart" Harry mumbled, and tuned to look at Hermione who's face stared at the room, which was now spotless. No blood, no body and no spider. Harry watched Hermione's face wash with relief and she rested her forehead on his chest. He felt new tears soak through his shirt but he was pretty sure that they were tears of relief.

"Well, that was interesting." The twins declared.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley couldn't help smile a bit. It was certainly a relief.

"It's alright Hermione." Harry said, pushing her back to look at her. She nodded wiping her tears off.

"But I still can't find him. He's trunks are gone, his owl, his books….. him. His room is empty." Hermione said, her voice wavering.

"Are you saying he left?" Mr. Weasley asked frowning, glancing at his wife worriedly.

"I don't know. I think so."

"Then we need to find him quickly." He turned to Ron. "Son, go check on Ginny. She doesn't know that it wasn't real."

Ron patted on Hermione's back and left along with the twins who were hoping to mess around with Ginny. Hermione still couldn't believe it. Sure, she didn't know where Draco was but at least she knew that he was probably alive. No, not probably alive. He is alive.

"We need to contact Dumbledore." Mr. Weasley said.

"No. Breakfast first." Mrs. Weasley said firmly. "C'mon, dear. I'll make you some tea. That was one nasty shock."

Hermione nodded. She looked at Harry who was deep in thought. She suddenly felt bad for ruining his shirt with her tears, which now had one huge damp spot on it.

"Sorry about your shirt, Harry." Hermione said squeezing his hand.

Hermione silently ate her breakfast. Her cheek was still streaked with tears but she had determined look on her face. Thousands of thoughts ran through her mind. The Weasleys talked, trying to lighten up the mood, but they were worried and angry. They had being stupid to trust a Malfoy. Malfoy knew where the headquarters was. Sooner or later the secret would be out and they won't be safe. Mr. Weasley sent a couple of owls and they were patiently waiting for news of Malfoy. Once they found him, they were going to lock him up and probably change his memory.

Suddenly the trust Harry that had gradually build up on Malfoy was gone. All he wanted was to make sure Malfoy's face was permanently deformed when he got hold of him, for upsetting Hermione and for spilling any information, if he had that is.

Meanwhile, Ron was having murderous thoughts. He wanted to tell Hermione a big fat 'I Told You So' really bad if it weren't for her tear streaked face. She looked entirely heart broken. If Ron ever got hold of Malfoy, he would make sure the Last Malfoy was gone.

Hermione excused herself and went to the living room. No, Draco couldn't have bailed. He couldn't have switched back to the other side. He hated that Dark Mark. He loved her. He wouldn't have done this to her. New tears streamed down her face. She wouldn't accept it if the whole thing they had was a lie.

"He was using you." Ron's voice came from behind her.

Hermione shook her head.

"You know it. All this time he was trying to get information to the other side."

"No, he wasn't!" Hermione shrieked turning around to face Ron, who was startled. "Don't pretend that you understood what we had. You don't know ANYTHING about how he felt. All you do is look at him and assume whatever you please. He would never do it. You don't know a BLOODY THING about him!"

"Look, then why would he disappear suddenly without telling you? You know him right? So why didn't he tell you that he was going to leave or where he was going. You have to accept it sooner or—"

"NO, I WILL NOT."

Hermione started to sob. Ron unsurely put an arm around her and to his relief she didn't push it away. She sobbed, leaning against him. She didn't know what to do or what to think. Draco couldn't have left her. He couldn't have betrayed her.

"Look, don't hate me, okay. We'll find him." She heard Ron say. Hermione nodded. She was going to find him. Her heart felt like something had gone missing and she knew that it was Draco.

Extracted from Draco Malfoy's Diary.

December 26

My first entry…. It's ironic how Granger gave me this diary just before she went and almost shagged herself with Weasley. She probably knew that I'll need one to sort my feelings out. So the start of this diary is complete shit, which seems not worth writing. But I don't have anything to do. The only reason to stay at Mom's childhood home's gone. Hermione must be happy now. With that dumb-ass Weasley.

Snape jumped a mile when he saw me at his door with my trunks. He was startled as if I had just announced that I was in love with him. (Damn, that sounds disturbing). Then he got mad, started blowing his bloody top off. He was pissed off, saying that I was a bloody idiot and my brain had probably shrunken worse than Potters, trying to be heroic. "You're supposed to be smart" he said. Smart, my arse. I've been all but that. He asked why I couldn't stick with Hermione. No, Granger. Hermione's my girlfriend's name. Granger is Weasley's girl. Not mine.

Geez, dramatic much? I'm starting to sound like Pansy.

Anyway, back to Snape. I don't understand why he just can't keep me here. I told him that it was hell living there with a bunch of Gryffindors. Now I'm back in that cramped up room which looks like somebody had died in it and Snape's off downstairs sulking.

I can't help thinking about Granger. I had stayed there long enough watching if Weasley was forcing her. But no, when you forcibly snog someone, the other doesn't hold on to you and stroke your hair. They don't moan. They don't start kissing like they wanted more. Unless they liked it and Granger did. **** her. No, I can't blame her. I was treating her like shit.

I'm an idiot. I shouldn't have thought that she ever wanted me. All this while, she probably was with me to make Weasley jealous. Because who was I? A Death Eater; some one who made her life hell. Any moron would understand that you don't go love someone who was harassing you half your life.

I don't understand why I'm even alive. I don't know why I just hadn't handed myself in to the Dark Lord and killed myself. I've grown stupid over time. Merlin, this room gives me the creeps.

Hermione couldn't sleep that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the horrible image of Draco lying in a pool of blood. She wondered where Draco was. Had he gone back to the Manor? Or somewhere the Death Eaters stayed? The Lestranges house, where ever it was? Or, hopefully, Hogwarts?

Hopefully he left for another reason.

But Hermione couldn't think of anything good enough for Draco to leave. No, it couldn't be that argument. Maybe he felt left out? Oh, but that was such a childish thing to leave for. Hermione knew that Draco was much more mature for that. Could it be because of Ron? She knew that Draco had been really jealous of him. Hermione tossed and turned. Finally she grabbed her sheet and got out of bed.

Lighting up her wand she walked where her feet took her. In to Draco's room. She slumped on the bed and curled herself up. The bed smelled like Draco, his scent which smelt so enthralling and masculine. She couldn't compare it to anything.

It smelt just like Draco, pleasant and safe.

Hermione took in a deep breath as she shut her eyes. A tear ran down her cheek. It would have been a miracle if she would wake up the same way she woke up last time in Draco' bed.

Extracted from Draco Malfoy's Diary.

December 27

I miss her. I want to see her. I want to go back. But Snape's not letting me out incase somebody sees me. He doesn't want me to be taken away. "You can't come and go as you please, Draco."

Staying with Snape's no holiday. His house elf has a belching problem and it has a miserable face which makes me nauseous when I see it. I don't know how Snape puts up with it.

Besides, the House Elf reminds me of Granger. Her Spew society. She would hate it if she knew how I thought of this one in the house. I could almost hear her ranting about how they should get the respect for their magic and all.

Snape wants to know what happened. I said that Granger doesn't love me anymore. I could hardly say it, but he understood. If it was my father, he would have ranted that women were lower than us and they shouldn't get in your way and they aren't worth bothering. But I know my father would throw himself over for mom. Snape didn't say anything. He merely nodded and went to his own thoughts which I can't pry in to. He's a bloody good occlumence.

I wonder what they are doing. They must have noticed that I'm gone. Probably happy. And Hermione must be feeling less guilty now that I'm not there. I mean granger. When I get back to school, the first thing I'm going to do is curse the Weasley's ass off. That half brained pumpkin head. He stole my girl. He took my Hermione away. I'm gonna crucio him and make him stay in the Hospital Wing as long as I can. I'll probably kill him in the process. I guess Granger won't like it, but when did she ever approve what I wanted? It was always "No, we can't jump in the lake, No, we can't sneak out in to Hogsmead, No, you can't sneak in to the Gryffindor Common room, No, we can't stay late out by the lake, No, you may not switch Harry's essay with yours, No, That's enough, we need to get going. We're prefects, Draco. We can't let people see us like this. No, you can't hex them." No, no, no, no. That's all that came when I suggest anything.

Merlin, I still miss her.

There was no news yet.

Lupin dropped by and he looked irritated by the news. Harry knew that Lupin was regretting trusting Malfoy. They knew what Malfoy was capable of. What if this was another of Voldemort's plans? If so, it was too late now. They were in danger.

Ron had a hard time trying not to blame on Hermione or say anything harsh to her. It was her fault. She had being so naïve, trusting every freaking person as if everyone were innocent bunnies. And after all this time, MALFOY? Why? How could she have been suddenly so dumb? He hated his tail even more now that he didn't trust Malfoy. Not that he did before but what if it never went away despite what his parents assured? How the freaking hell was he going to PLAY QUIDDICH?

The twins weren't helping either. They had brought along a box full of their products, hoping to lighten up the mood but Ginny had suddenly flown in a rage at one point, and had blasted one of their boxes. This had resulted the whole living room to start sprinkling little confetti. The same kind that had burst on Malfoy on Christmas. This made Hermione even more upset.

Funny enough, now that Malfoy was gone, the whole Grimmauld Place seemed to have turned unstable.

Extracted from Draco Malfoy's Diary.

December 28

I couldn't sleep last night. I wanted her by me so badly that I felt like screaming. I wish I had being old enough for the Apparition Test.

She takes Weasley's side, she's a know-it-all, she doesn't let me do stuff I like, She rants and rants, She cheats on me and I still can't be without her.

There's something seriously wrong with me.

I almost owled her but then I remembered that no freaking letters go to that bloody place. And besides what the hell was I gonna write?

It's a laugh, thinking that Granger's a good girl who never did wrong. She's no different from Pansy who goes behind her dates back, to hang around some other guy. Heck, Grangers worse. She snogged behind my back. And I was supposed to be her boyfriend or whatever.

It's her bloody fault. She should pay for what she did. I shouldn't have asked for help that night. She's a little double faced buck tooth. A liar. A cheater. She's a nobody. An ugly little Gryffindor.

I think I've gone crazy but I can't stop thinking about her.

"Hermione."

Hermione turned from the window she had being staring at. Harry was standing with something in his hand. A piece of parchment. Ron and the others came to the living room too.

"We found him."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat. "Where is he?"

"He's with Snape." Harry said handing the letter to Hermione. She took it and read it. It was from Dumbledore.

Arthur,

There's nothing to worry. Severus owled me, saying that Draco is with him. I assure you that he is in good hands and that Mr. Malfoy is safe. He will stay there till the holidays end.

Hope you had a wonderful Christmas

Albus Dumbledore

Hermione sighed with relief. Draco had gone to Snape. So that didn't mean that Draco had betrayed her. Even though she didn't know why Draco had left, she was happy that he hadn't betrayed her. Hermione gave a slight smile, the first one since a while.

Hermione hugged Harry, surprising him. "Can I borrow your owl?" She asked hopefully. She was going to send an owl at once. She wanted to know what kind of nerve Draco had got to leave without saying a word and worrying her like hell.

"Hermione, I think it would be better if we send an owl first to Snape. He would let us know why Draco left and then you could ask Draco and we can see if the….. story… Matches." Harry explained.

"What? Oh, you think that now they BOTH are planning something? Look Harry, Dumbledore says there's nothing to worry." Hermione waved the letter at him. "I know you don't trust Snape but you can't say you don't trust Dumbledore."

"I'm just trying to be….. Safe."

"Harry. There's nothing dangerous. There never was."

"Hermione, Harry's right. I think we'll first contact Severus." Mr. Weasley said.

Hermione sighed with frustration. "Alright."

It was dinner when Snape's reply arrived. Mr. Weasley read it first and his eyebrows rose. Mrs. Weasley glanced at Hermione after she read it.

"What does it say?" Ron asked, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

"I think, Hermione can read it first." Mrs. Weasley said.

The twins 'Oooh'ed. Ginny couldn't help giggling.

Quickly finishing her meal, Hermione took the letter. She opened it.

Mr. Weasley

Draco is with me and he decides to stay here till the holiday ends since its one day more. He feels more comfortable here. It would be a risk sending him again, incase someone sees him. It appears so that he hadn't like the way things are at Grimmauld Place. It seems that he seemed to have some fall out with Ms. Granger and I suggest that you ask her, for Draco refuses to tell me the whole reason.

Sincerely,

S. Snape.

Hermione looked up from the parchment puzzled. Surely that 'fall out' couldn't be that argument they had. Had it hurt Draco more than she had expected?

"Do you know what it means?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"I don't know. I mean we had this little argument upstairs and that was it. I don't think that was the reason."

"Well, we'll have to dig in a bit more deeper to figure out what really Draco means." Mr. Weasley said munching on his cabbage.

"What are you guys talking about?" Ginny asked, her tail curiously curling and uncurling.

Hermione handed the letter to Ginny, who after reading it passed to the twins and then to Harry and Ron. They didn't know what to think.

If this was true, what a sensitive git Malfoy was. Fred couldn't help think.

"Hermione, why don't you owl Malfoy right now?" George asked impatiently.

"Yeah, go on. Ask what his heart actually desired." Fred said dramatically.

"A silver spoon?" George recited

"Silk bed-spreads?" sarcasm dripped from Fred.

"Maids to clean his junk?"

"Or some one to tie his shoes?"

"Shut up." Ron said, seeing Hermione's conflicted face.

"Go on, Hermione. You can take Harry's or Ron's owl." Ginny said and the other two nodded.

Hermione nodded and went upstairs. She got her quill and a parchment and started writing the questions and feelings in her mind as quickly as she could.

Extracted from Draco Malfoy's Diary.

December 29

Apparently they've realized where I was. I'm surprised that they even cared to look. Well, of course, they must have been afraid that I would spill their hideout.

Anyway, I just got a letter from Granger. At first I felt like tossing in to the fire but heck, I wanted to know what she wanted. My blessings?

Sure.

Its all crap. She's asking what kind of nerve had I suddenly got to leave her without saying a word and worrying her sick and blah, blah, blah. Then she's asking if I'm mad at her and that she missed me and that she loved me.

Merlin's Shit

The bloody Owl's waiting by my bedpost waiting for the reply. It's actually that crazy bird of Potters. I tried to shoo it away but it keeps coming back and it seems like it doesn't wanna leave without a reply.

Annoying stubborn bird. Just like Potter.

It was after around thirty minutes, when Hedwig swooped in to Hermione's room. It hooted affectionately, startling Hermione from her book. Hermione hurriedly took the letter and unfolded it. It was the same parchment she had sent. But Draco had written behind it. The letters weren't neat like his usually were, and they seemed to be written hard on to the parchment.

Stop fooling around Granger. You don't have to explain to me anything. That day explained it all. I saw you with that shit-face weasel in your room. YOU had the nerve to cheat on me and use me. Just leave me alone. You have nothing to do with me.

Hermione was utterly confused and hurt. She frowned and re-read it a few times. Cheat? She hadn't cheated on him. She would never. What was he talking about? Apparently Draco was talking about something he misunderstood that day he disappeared. Was he talking about when Hermione was talking with Ron? But they had hardly stayed a minute in the room. Ron had said that he needed something to eat so they had gone downstairs to talk. And they had done nothing but talk. Not even a friendly hug.

Hermione sighed. She had to talk to Draco. But she had to wait till the start of term.

Just one more day to figure Draco out.

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