A/N: Thanks to anyone who's still reading, I appreciate it. I'm going to try and keep writing even if I start to get discouraged in it. Reviews help ;) Okay, I have a rant. My friend (MarisaWasHere) and I were talking about this poster she got in a poster book from Wal-Mart. Apparently, on one of the posters, one side is Snape/Teenage Snape and on the other all the pictures of Tom Riddle on the other. I mean, how in the name of Merlin's beard do you choose between them? How do you do that? It's sexy child Riddle and then sexy child Snape! HOW?

Hermione's P.O.V:

Not much went on the rest of the week. Harry started avoiding everyone; just taking food at meals, reappearing for class, and then disappearing off somewhere. Ron had starting dating Lavender since the beginning of the year and now was all over her whenever he could. As for me, Dra- Malfoy and I were avoiding each other, not even making eye contact. I also started talking to Neville more. We'd never really talked much and it was kind of nice, he was actually fun to be around and his curiosity to muggle things was quite amusing.

"So, what's a dating site?" Neville asked me.

I laughed, "Why do you want to know?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. Just curious."

"Well, Neville, it's a muggle device used to kill people. They go on there, track down other muggles, and then trap them in a room before brutally murdering them." I said all of this with a straight face and his eyes widened.

"Are you serious?"

"No," I laughed, "It's a website that lonely muggles go on to find love."

"That sounds like torture, Hermione." He looked behind me at the Slytherin table and knitted his eyebrows together, "I didn't want to say anything, but this is about the third time I've seen Malfoy looking at you."

I looked and sure enough he was, but quickly made it seem like he was looking at something else. Ferret.

"It's nothing. He was looking at something else."

"But –"

I snapped at him, "Can we just drop it?"

He looked at the table and nodded, which made me feel horrible.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap. I'm just a little tired."

"It's alright. It happens a lot." Neville said sullenly.

"It's not you; I'm just stressed and tired…" I stood up and collected my things, "I think I'm going to go get some sleep before the Quidditch match."

He gave me a half hearted smile, "Okay, bye. Hope you get some sleep."

I sighed and walked out of the Great Hall. I kind of hated how he always seemed to be nice to people, even when they didn't deserve it and I defiantly didn't.

Not sure if there was anyone in the dormitories, I decided upon going to the Room of Requirement so I could nap in peace.

"I need somewhere to be alone, I need somewhere to be alone," I mumbled as I walked back and forth in front of the wall, waiting for the door to appear.

I sighed with relief when the door appeared and walked inside. There wasn't much in there, just a comfy looking couch, pillow, and blanket. A weary smile on my face, I walked over to the couch, dropped my stuff down, then curled up on the couch – which was very comfy by the way – and fell asleep to a nightmare.

There was fire everywhere and no matter how fast I ran the flames still lapped at my back. I wasn't sure how the fire had started or who started it, all I had to go on was a feeling that I needed to keep running until I found what I knew I needed to keep me safe.

I heard a bloodcurdling scream and chanced a look back, only to see the flames speed up and engulf me.

My eyes blinked open sometime later and saw only blackened trees and soot filled ground.

"Hermione? Hermione?" I heard someone scream my name over and over, looking for me. I wanted to yell back, but I was so tired…

"Hermione, you need to stay away. Y-you ca-can't go to sleep." The person, who now found me, was shaking me to keep me awake.

"So…. Tired…" I was able to mumble.

"I know, love. You'll be able to sleep soon. But right now you need to open your eyes and stay here with me." The voice was getting frantic and I knew I needed to open my eyes to show them I was okay. It sounded familiar…

The person screamed again and I felt their hands go from my shoulders. My eyes blinked open and saw the person held by his throat against a tree by a hooded figure. He was struggling and when he turned his head I saw his face. It was Draco Malfoy, Ferret Boy, who tormented me, yet I still felt the need to protect him, help him.

The hooded figure was yelling at him before letting him fall and taking out his wand. Draco was gasping for air on the ground when the hooded person pointed his wand at him, "AVADA KEDAV –"

I screamed and jerked away, my knuckles turning white from my grip on my blanket. I tried to get my breathing under control. Even though I knew it was a dream, I was still horribly frightened.

The door to the room slammed shut and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before the person found me, so I jumped up from the couch, kicked my stuff underneath, and then crouched behind it.

The person took quick and heavy steps to the couch and then sat down. I peeked up to see the back of their head, so I could attempt to see who it was, but they were either short, or had their head in their hands.

I could only hear their quick breathing, then the sound of crumpling paper, and then said paper hitting the ground.

My legs started cramping and then gave out on me, making me fall ungracefully on my bottom with a thud. The person on the couch scrambled to their feet and to the other side of the couch. Of course, avoiding people never works for long, so I was only a little less surprised to see Malfoy staring down at me.

"What are you doing here, Mudblood?"

What am I doing here? I stood up and put my hands on my hips, glaring at him, "I was here first, Blondie. So I suggest you turn your pretty little pureblood butt around and stalk off out of the door!"

Malfoy got a smirk on his face, "I knew you'd been staring at my butt, Granger."

I jerked back, my face reddening, "What? No I haven't!"

"Your face says otherwise. It's alright though, Granger, it's hard to resist staring." His smirk didn't falter, if anything it grew wider.

"I haven't! Are you always this full of yourself?" Stupid question, it kind of answers itself.

"When you look like this," He gestured the length of his body, "How can you not be? I wouldn't expect you to know anything about that, Granger, but being the brightest wizard of our age how could you not pretty much understand what I'm talking about. Or is that just an act to attempt to show that Mudbloods are as good as Purebloods?"

My face grew redder, but this time out of anger. I took a few steps toward him, fuming, "How dare you say that, Malfoy! You treated me like a person when we first met, regardless of blood! And how can you stand there, talking about an act, when we both know that is all you are!"

His face fell, then became guarded again, "You really can talk a lot, Granger."

I crossed my arms and walked around the couch, looking for the paper he threw, just to make him mad. He walked quickly after me once he realized I wasn't leaving, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, so curious now to see what the filthy Mudblood is doing? I thought that was above your kind, Malfoy." I'm not sure what came over me, but I actually sort of liked it.

He froze, "Did you just call yourself a Mudblood?"

"Yes, do you have a problem with it? That is a word anyone can use, not just you." I found the ball of paper, "Ah-ha!" As I kneeled down to pick it up, I felt him grab my wrists, and when I looked up, he was furious.

"That's not yours to look at, Hermione." He was obviously trying to keep himself from yelling and it seemed like it was taking a lot of effort. If he hadn't looked so terrifying, I might've thought more into him calling me by my first name.

With my Gryffindor courage, I kept my composure, "What are you hiding, Draco?"

"More than you'll ever guess." And with the look he had, I really believed him. Gryffindor courage be damned, that look was starting to scare me. I jerked my wrists out of his grip and stepped away from the paper.

He winced and grabbed his arm, the sleeve covering it quickly becoming red. All of my fear at the moment and built up hatred towards him vanished and I walked within a few inches of him.

"You're bleeding."

"No shit."

"Let me see," I reached out towards his arm and he jerked away.

"No, its fine, Granger." He had a panicked look and I wasn't sure why.

"Malfoy –"

"I SAID NO!"

We argued loudly for a few minutes before I got too aggravated to take it anymore, "DRACO WHATEVER YOUR MIDDLE NAME IS MALFOY, STOP BEING A TWIT AND LET ME SEE STOP YOUR ARM FROM BLEEDING, YOU STUBORN SLYTHERIN!" There was a moment of silence that we just stared at each other. He was going to get that arm fixed one way or the other.

I guess he could tell I wasn't going to give up, so he compromised, "Show me how to do the spell and I'll fix it."

"Why can't I do it?" I crossed my arms again.

"Because I have an awkward birthmark that I'm quite embarrassed about."

I furrowed my eyebrows together and stared at him openmouthed for an instant before bursting out laughing. Soon he was laughing too and I tried hard to get my giggles under control, "Awkward… Birthmark…?"

"Yes!" He was trying to keep his laughs under control too, "It's in the shape of a muggle goldfish."

"Alright, Malfoy, let me show you how to do the spell," I kept giggling and showed him how to do the spell.

"Turn around; I don't want you to see the goldfish," He told me much less enthusiastic than before. I rolled my eyes, walked over to the couch, and sat down while covering my eyes.

"Don't peek, it's very embarrassing," Malfoy mumbled and a few minutes later, he told me I could open my eyes.

"Thank you, Granger," I said in a horrible imitation of him.

"You are so welcome, Malfoy! I just love to help and meddle in other people's lives!" He said in just as bad of an imitation of me.

I stood up and attempted to walk like him, "Of course you do, Mudblood, but I wouldn't know anything about that being a selfish ass."

He almost broke into a smile when I walked over to him, "You've got to be kidding me. I don't walk like that."

"You do though."

"I really don't. It's not that stupid looking."

"Oh, but it is."

"Is not."

"Is too.

"It is not!"

"It really is, Malfoy." I smirked at him, enjoying making fun of his walk.

He gasped dramatically, "You do not steal a man's facial expression!

"Good thing you're not a man," I spun around on my heel, walked back over to the couch and sat down, smiling at him.

He stood there staring at me, arms crossed. "You're quite vicious, Hermione."

I raised an eyebrow, but didn't point out that he called me by my first name. He walked over to the couch and sat down on the opposite end of the couch.

"Merlin's beard this couch is comfy!" He said, amazed.

I stifled a laugh, "So, why did you need to be alone?"

Malfoy looked over at me suspiciously, "What?"

"Why did you need to be alone? That's what I thought when I was coming in here and it would obviously be the same for you."

"I just needed some sleep," He told me much too quickly.

"Uh-huh, just like you have a birthmark in the shape of a goldfish."

"I do!" He squeaked out like he was eleven again.

I rolled my eyes, "Squeaking is unattractive, Malfoy."

"And you know all about being unattractive, Mudblood."

"Come up with some new insults. You've had those for five years, they're getting old."

"I just needed some sleep."

"Fine, then sleep." I laid down, ready to try and sleep again myself, "Well? Go lay on the floor or something."

"No, you lay on the floor."

"I was here first."

He just laid down on the newly appeared pillow, covered himself with some of the blanket, and stared at the ceiling, "You know, this is a bit awkward."

"A little more than a bit." The couch was just so comfy, I didn't want to get up, "How about we try and ignore each other's presence?"

"Sounds like a plan…" He mumbled and soon we were both asleep.

A/N: I really want a cookie. -_- A sugar cookie, it just sounds so friggin good right now. Especially the ones from Wal-Mart. Merp… Alright, hope you liked this chapter, the next one will probably have something about cookies if I don't end up going to Wal-Mart and getting some, just to warn you. Fear the cookie's appearance in the next chapter, because it will be there now. I'd really like to get at least one review before I post the next chapter, but it won't stop me from posting it if I don't. I'd just like to hear your opinions, predictions, what you'd like to see in future chapters, I want to know these things, so please review and influence the content of chapters! I'd just like to thank anyone who has signed up for a story alert or favorite.

- Morbid