A/N: I'm giving this another shot and I'm going to attempt to be an optimist in this author note, its new so be warned! I've decided to give it another shot *fingers crossed and then uncrossed because it's uncomfortable to type like that*. And I'm going to try and make the chapters somewhat longer since I tend to write short chapters. ANYWAY! I'm actually going to get to writing now. Here I go… Alright… A little nervous… Need to talk myself into this… Don't quit… ALRIGHT! I'M READY!
Hermione's P.O.V:
I walked back to the common room in a kind of daze, trying to make sense of everything I'd just seen and heard. Malfoy seemed like his normal, arrogant self, so why should I even think about this anymore? There's nothing wrong with him. Well, nothing wrong other than his personality. But the nagging voice in the back of my head was saying that something was really going on. That voice is really horrid to have sometimes.
When I arrived at the Fat Lady's portrait, I completely blanked on the password, "Uhm, Gringnots?"
She shook her head, "That is not the password."
I concentrated and thought of every possible thing I could, "Devil's Snare, Zonko's, Owlry, Wands, Butterbeer, uhm…" Just as I was starting to lose all hope at being able to go inside, the portrait swung open to reveal Neville's face.
"Hullo, Hermione. I thought I heard you out here." Neville gave me a bit of a smile.
"Thanks, Neville. I forgot the password…"As I told him, I could feel my face begin to grow warm.
He gave me a confused look, "It's puffapods."
"Oh, thanks." My face reddened even more and I kept my face down as I walked into the common room. With too much to think about, I decided to just go straight up to my dormitories. Harry and Ron looked up from their homework at me when I passed.
"You alright, 'Mione?" Ron asked.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just going up to bed. Goodnight." They gave me their mingled goodnights and as I was leaving I heard Ron saying something about it probably being "that time of the month." I spun around and faced then again, arms crossed, "Whose time of the month, Ronald?"
Ron's ears started to get red and his eyes widened, "I – Uhm – your – Harry – LAVENDERS!"
"I believe it's yours, Ronald." I turned back around and walked up the stairs, while Ron's face grew redder and Harry laughed.
I had the dormitory to myself so I decided to lie on my bed and enjoy the solitude. Staring at the ceiling, my mind reeling, I somehow started to doze off into a dreamless sleep.
Draco's P.O.V:
Stupid Mudblood, she needs to keep her abnormally large front teeth out of everyone's business! I know, yes, her teeth aren't that large anymore, but still! She needs to stay out of my business! I have enough to worry about without a Mudblood finding out about it all.
I was still fuming when I finally looked at my surroundings and happened to be in front of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. After making sure no one else was around, I darted into the bathroom so I could use my method of calming down. I deposited my stuff on the ground once I got in there and rolled up on left sleeve. I look at the many scars in rows across my arm and realize just how long I've been doing this. I shake the thought from my head and take my wand out of my pocket, murmuring a spell before slowly dragging it across my arm.
It stings a little, but I was already feeling a lot better. I watch the blood drip down my arm for a few seconds before digging a rag out of my bag and holding it there until it stops bleeding. I'm not good with healing spells, even though I've had many chances to practice. It's not like I can just go and ask someone to heal it for me, which would cause too many problems.
Thinking of problems, my thoughts go back to the Mudblood hearing me cry. Malfoy's aren't supposed to cry and if they do it's only if they know no one will ever see or know. If my father ever finds out, there'll be hell to pay.
I take a deep breath and roll my sleeve down, ready to put my mask back on.
I collect my things and step out of the bathroom only to have Pansy standing right there.
"Draco? Those are the girl's toilets…" Pansy scrunched up her pug face.
"Do you have a point, Pansy?" I asked her with my signature smirk and left to go to the Slytherin common room before she could answer. I still wasn't completely ready to be that Draco, so I went up to my dormitory, set my stuff down on my bed before crawling underneath it, folding my hands on my stomach, and just stared at my mattress, going somewhere else.
Next day, Hermione's P.O.V:
The first thing I saw when I woke up was not a pretty sight: Crookshanks large backside. "Crookshanks!" I groaned and started pushing him off me, only to receive his tail being swatted across my face, "Crookshanks! Get off!" He dug his claws into my shirt and would not let go. "Crooksha-"
Lavender threw a pillow at me from her bed, "Shut up, Hermione! Some of us need our sleep!"
Crookshanks tried to dodge the pillow and in doing so scratched my face. No point in trying to go back to sleep now, so I sat up and rubbed my face. I felt something warm and looked at my hand only to see that I was bleeding. I love that cat, but sometimes I just want to hug him until he explodes. But then the house elves would have to clean it up and they are treated bad enough as if.
With a yawn, I crawled off my bed and grabbed Lavender's pillow, tempted to smother her with it. So tempted… I snapped out of that day dream and threw it back on my bed. I quickly dressed and headed down to the great hall, even though it was much too early for breakfast. Hopefully I could get some solitude.
The only person I saw sitting there surprised me: Harry. He looked upset; he had his head in his hands and was jiggling his leg nervously. I quickly walked over to him and sat down, "Harry?" I asked quietly.
He jumped and looked at me a little panicked, "Oh, uhm, hullo, Hermione. Didn't think you'd be up this early."
"That makes two of us." I furrowed my eyebrows in a nervous manor, "Harry, are you alright?"
He hesitated, obviously wanting to tell me something but chickened out, "Just couldn't sleep."
"You know if there's something you need to tell someone, I won't judge you, no matter what it is."
He opened his mouth then closed it, "I – Have you ever done something or thought something, but it was just – wrong? Like it wasn't morally right?" He looked horribly distraught.
I shook my head, "No, but I understand what you're talking about." I cocked my head slightly to the side, "What is it you think is morally wrong?"
He swallowed hard and shook his head, "Nothing, never mind. I need to go." He stood up and quickly left the Great Hall and me sitting there staring after him.
I swung my legs so that they were under the table and put my head in my hands. I always hated to see Harry or not so much Ron, upset.
I tried to figure out what he could possibly have wanted to say, but came up blank and as I started to fall asleep, a snarky laugh jarred me awake.
A/N: Yes! So proud of myself! I finished the second chapter! Woot! Feel free to guess what's wrong with Harry in your review, or just review, I'd really appreciate it. I'll get the next chapter up as soon as I finish writing it, but it might take a few days. Or about this entire week. Either way, I will continue! I will. So yes, help find a cure for writers block by reviewing. Just one review, can save one persons will to write. Tear… Such a horrid disease… ANYWAY! Hope you liked it :D
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