Ok so isn't the best chapter…but I'll update more, and I'll post another hopefully better chapter right after this one.

It was cold and Hermione was only wearing her small Tinkerbell dress. She shivered against the cold and darkness; she had never been scared of the dark, until tonight. Everything seemed to press in on her, she jumped at every noise. She had been wondering around the forest for nearly twenty minutes, she was getting tired and just wanted to find her way back.

A loud crack off to her right brought her head swiveling around, when she made out the figure she nearly screamed. His face was pasty white and had mud caked to the side. His eyes looked glazed and dead, but then so did he. He wandered aimlessly towards her, his hands outstretched.

"Hermione," he said in a hoarse voice, which cracked in the middle of her name. Hermione covered her mouth with her hand to keep from crying out. Last year Harry had entered the Tri Wizard Tournament, with this man, last year Harry had carried his dead body out of the maze! Cedric Diggory was supposed to be dead!

"Your-your dead!" she gasp at him, as he continued to walk closer. There was a blinding pink light and Cedric's body fell to the ground, Hermione whirled around Harry was standing there with Ron and Ginny; all three had their wands lifted towards the limp body.

"You ok Herm?" Ron said rushing towards her and wrapping his arms around her. Hermione let them lead her back to the castle and up to her room, before she fell to her bed and cried. She was sick of no one loving her, why did Daphne have to take every one away from her? What did she have that Hermione didn't?

Hermione drifted off to sleep, tears still streaming down her cheeks. She had reached a conclusion, she was through with men. Especially Slytherin men. Maybe she could find a nice cat, since crookshank died and all.

(A/N: I hated that dumb cat, so I didn't put it in the story. So let's pretend it died before she went to camp K?! m'k!)

Dream

Hermione walked in to the room of requirements, her eyes red and puffy. In the room was a couch and a chair sitting in front of a fireplace. There was a fur rug in front of the couch and off in a corner was a king sized canopy bed. The bed had black curtains flowing down the sides, the sheets were black satin and at the top where dozens of fluffy black pillows.

Draco was sitting on the couch; it was his night to be glaring into the fire. He said nothing when Hermione sat next to him in the chair, he didn't even look at her. She felt like crying all over, but held it in. taking a deep breath Hermione bit her lip and pulled out a thick potions book.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Hermione decided to ignore him. She set about to researching a healing potion. It didn't heal the person physically; it was more of an emotional healer. The paragraph explaining it said it was good for tragic events and heartbreaks, Hermione hoped it could help her. She wanted to get over Malfoy and Adrian once and for all. She was sick of getting men taken away from her because of that red haired bitch!

She was so consumed in her research that she didn't realize she began to hum, she didn't see Malfoy lift an eyebrow and glare at her. She smiled broadly when she found the potions she was looking for. It took only two days to make, and she had the whole school to her self at night, the perfect time to make it.

Hermione looked over at the door and smiled, might as well get to it now. Making to stand up Hermione put her book on the arm of the chair.

"Where the hell are you going?" Malfoy broke the silence, giving Hermione a start. She smiled and chuckled, then remembering he was an ass, she let her face go blank.

"You scared me. I had forgotten you were there." She shook her head and walked to the door. "I don't think where I'm going is any business of yours." She said and walked through the door.

Making her way to professor Snape's office, she pulled out her wand and cast a simple alohomora charm. The door swung open and Hermione took the ingredients that she needed. Then found her way back to the room of requirements, which to no surprise to her, was exactly the way she had left it.

Walking in her went straight to the big satin bed, dumping the ingredients on the top sheet. She lit a fire and placed her steal caldron on top to warm it up. She went over to the chair and picked up her book. Malfoy ignored her and glared at the fire.

She thought about the last time she had glared at the fire, when he arrived late and asked if it had done something mean to her. She thought about asking him now, but knew if she did he would bring up Adrian and Daphne, and that was something Hermione wanted to ignore tonight. She had all of reality to think about that.

Walking back over to the bed she started to make the potion, she added the first four ingredients and paused for the required ten minutes. During which she flipped aimlessly through the potions book, looking at the potions. When the time was up she stirred clockwise for ten seconds then counter clockwise for five.

Draco wandered over and sat himself down on the bed, he sighed loudly. Hermione rolled her eyes, how immature! she thought adding the rest of the ingredients.

"Told you didn't I?" he looked sad, his cold grey eyes held more emotion then ever. Hermione felt a stab of sympathy; after all, she knew how he felt. Maybe he did love her. Maybe he never really care about me. the thought made Hermione's heart sick, but she stood up and sat next to him placing an arm around his shoulders.

"She was most likely drunk, Fred and George spiked the punch, she didn't know what she was doing. If anything she probably thought it was you." Hermione pulled Draco's head down on her shoulder and hugged him. She hated not being able to kiss him, she hated him for leaving her for Daphne, but right this minute she felt sorry for him, because she was going through the same thing.

"You have no idea, you think I'm weak." He said pulling away and standing up. "Well I'm not granger! I am strong I don't need her and I sure as hell don't need you. Fuck Pucey, he can have both of you. He already has, wonder if he'll fuck Pansy? He seems to like my leftovers." He put on a cold smirk and looked down at Hermione's blue potion.

Hermione tried in vain to hold back her tears; must he always be such an ass to her? Even if he didn't want her did he have to talk as if she were nothing more then an old book that he had already read, and was now sick of? Tears popped into her eyes and streamed down her cheeks, tears she had thought she had already cried returned. She was sick of crying for men, Malfoy and Pucey were not worth her tears.

"Damn you Malfoy! Your suck an ass! I wish you would just die!" She screamed, throwing her potions book at him before standing up and storming off. The book hit him and fell to the floor, where it lay open to a healing spell. The paragraph read:

Healer of Emotions

This potion will help the drinker get over any emotional scars he/she may have.
Be they old or new, the pain will fad and the drinker will be able to for get the tragedy that caused the scar in the first place. This potion has been known to work on anything from a bad Quidditch accident to a broken heart. Once known as the most useful healer in all of potions, because of the ability to forget the incident, this potion is not for those unsure they want to forget, or if you are under much stress. Please read warning before making and taking potion.

Warning:
If-

Malfoy glanced down and read the paragraph; she must have been suffering from Adrian. Stupid git had taken to girls from him. He was going to be sorry.