"Whatever Malfoy just don't bug me,"Hermione looked at the window as he got in. She didn't want him anywhere near her and he knew that but he wanted to find out what changed her so much. He didn't know why he cared all he knew was that he did. His eyes scanned over her and he saw the change. Her hair was no longer frizzy and she had filled out in all the right places.

"What are you staring at?"she said still looking out the window.

"I've just noticed that you've changed quite a bit," He shrugged and kept looking at her.

"Tell you what Malfoy, When we get to school I'll owl your eyes back to you,"she said mockingly putting on a smirk that could challenge Voldemort.

"You so should have been a Slytherin,"he said looking out the window.

"Drop dead Malfoy because I would rather kill myself than be a part of that group,"He shook his head tsking.

"Too bad because we could have used you with your brains and wit," Hermione rolled her eyes and looked over at her bag. The tip of the knife was sticking out. She went to fix it so it wouldn't be in view but the bag dropped to the floor and the knife slid out and landed at Draco's feet.

"Shit,"Hermione whispered annoyance and anxiety filling her voice.

"What the hell Granger," he said as he picked up the bloody knife.

"Give it here Malfoy," she went to reach for it as a bit of her sleeve rolled up. He swiftly grabbed her arm and pulled the sleeve up revealing her scarred arm. Hermione gulped she knew he wouldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Please Malfoy don't tell anyone," she begged quietly.

"You need help, that's just wrong to do that to yourself," He looked into her pain filled eyes.

"You don't understand," she said barely audible, "You just don't understand," she looked away so he wouldn't see the fresh tears running down her cheeks.

"Your right I don't understand, but you could help me to,"He said trying to her to look at him.

"Why do you care anyway," she said harshly. "Remember, I'm Hermione Granger, you know Mudblood, and your Draco Malfoy, Pureblood snob ,you hate me," Hermione ripped her arm from his grip and sat back against the seat of the carriage.

"Just leave me alone, and keep your mouth shut," she said with an edge in her voice.

"No," He said simply.

"Excuse me?" Hermione questioned .

"You heard me, I said no," He looked at her, "I will not leave you alone, you need help and I wont turn my back on you," Hermione let out a frustrated sigh.

" WHY THE FUCK DO YOU CARE ANYWAY?" Hermione yelled at the top of her lungs.

"I don't know why I care, All I know is that I just do,"Hermione shook her head.

"Well don't, I didn't ask you to care a-"

"You didn't have to ask me to care," He replied.

"Can't you see that I just want you to leave me alone, is that too much to ask for?" she pleaded.

"Yes, I can't just turn my head the other way when you are hurting so severely, I'm sorry but I just can't,"Hermione snorted.

"When did Draco Malfoy grow a heart," He chuckled.

"When Draco Malfoy grew up," He replied. She shook her head.

"I'm not so sure that has happened yet," she said smugly.

"Well I guess I'm gonna have to show you that I have," He said with the same smugness she had used on him.

"And how do you propose you do that," she raised her eyebrow at him.

"All in good time," he said as the carriage slowed to a stop. She quickly grabbed her stuff and went to open the door. He grabbed her arm before she had a chance to open it.

"I won't tell anyone, I promise, but I won't just leave you alone," she looked at him with grateful eyes and just nodded her head. She stepped out into the freezing cold air and a wave of chills ran through her body. It reminded her of the day of the funeral.

The winter air cut through her small coat. The snowflakes just started falling when 16 year old Hermione stepped out of the car. She refused to let the tears that threatened to fall spill over. She followed her dad inside. She didn't want to come to this it was to hard for her but she knew her dad needed her there and so did her little sisters. Hermione looked back to the car where her 5 year old sister, Kara, tried to help Emily, her 2 year old sister, out. Hermione ran back to the car and unbuckled Emily's car seat. She picked Emily up grabbed hold of Kara's small hand. She walked into the small funeral home. She walked up to the casket still holding Emily. She saw her mother lying peacefully in the casket she put her hand on her mother's and she felt the unnatural stiffness and coldness. This scared Hermione she wanted her mother to wake up and say everything was going to be okay. She knew that wasn't going to happen so she just stared at her.

"Hermione?" she looked at a small second year named Lauren.

"Hey Lauren, what's up?"Lauren stared at her weirdly.

"You've changed," Hermione only nodded.

"Hey I'm gonna go find some of my friends, I'll catch up with you later," the small girl just nodded as Hermione hurried away.

She walked through the huge oak doors of Hogwarts. She wanted to be back home with Emily and Kara so she could protect them, but she knew that was impossible. She wished she could have brought them with her. She walked into the Great Hall and sat at the Gryffindor table. She heard whispers from the other house and even some from her own house. She just ignored them and waited until Dumbledoor's speech started.

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She quickly left the Great Hall she wanted to get away from all the whispers and insults being thrown at her. She quickly starting running for the Gryffindor tower when she bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," She said as she picked herself up off the ground.

"Its okay Granger, No harm done," She looked up at the familiar smirk of Draco Malfoy.