Memo: You don't know how many times I tried logging into to update this at school. After 23 tries and my friends "Magic hand" (She could get to pages when she clicked but I couldn't. Strange I know) I eventually just gave up and decided to write a very long letter to about the accessability of thier site. Anyway now I'm at home. Sorry that I don't reply to most reviews. The reviews I mostly get are "Wow your story is great keep writing" and After ALOT of the same messages you don't feel the need to reply. So I'm saying it now. "Thank You for all your reviews! Make sure you check the review page because sometimes I post on it."

I love unique reviews AND dying for constructive comments. Thanks to Lindsey &Perpetual- Treason for giving me what I asked for. I tried to listen to your advice and hopefully this story has been checked and re-written to make sure its at the best standard it can be

Finally, onto the story!

Hermione was back in her Common Room, piles of books stretched out in front of her. She knew that this wasn't healthy, but right now she wanted to distract herself, after the things that Hagrid had said to her had completely sunken in she was drowning in a pool of overwhelming guilt. She was suffocating, choking, and gasping for air in the cold dark depths of the emotions that lay deep inside her heart.

She shook her head and put her quill down, trying desperately hard to concentrate on a Potions essay Snape had assigned that afternoon. Taking a deep and shaky breath she closed her eyes.

She remembered Hagrid's tears...

She pushed the thought out of her mind, she had made so many people cry, and hurting someone as open hearted and kind and gentle as the large man who loved the strange and vicious animals with a strange depth was just as painful as burning her hand.

An envelope that Harry had given to her in Potions lay on the coffee table, haunting her thoughts. It was from her parents. She turned away from the letter. She knew genuine concern would be in it; false hope would be slipped in with the words that they had taken such time to scribble down, she did not need to be filled with it as she had been so many times before. She didn't want to read it but still knew that her thoughts would not settle and she would never get the essay done and over with if she did not read the letter.

She reached over and snatched it up,running her fingers along the fine edges of the egg white envelope and recognized her mothers curvy writing along the front, addressed to Hermione at Hogwarts. She smiled, shaking her head. No matter how many times she explained it to them they didn't understand that there was no need to write the addresses down, and the owls knew where they were going if you just told them.

If you've been a muggle as long as them, some habits are just hard to break.

She could already feel the tears beginning to pound at her eyes. She didn't like the thought that she might never see her mother's lovely smile or her father's critical stare ever again. So, with a shaky breath, she slipped a fingernail beneath the sealed fold and tore it open.

She did not like the sound of the tearing paper and she set the envelope down quickly. She didn't have to read it now, She could read it later. She couldn't take her eyes off of it though. She couldn't help but wonder what lay in the mysteries of the envelope.

She knew it would be nothing she didn't expect, There was still a chance though, and that chance grew into a very likely possibility that there was something fantastic written on the paper. She would never know until she read it.

So she carefully plucked the first page of the letter from the envelope and unfolded it. She took a deep breath and reminded herself to be strong.

Dear Hermione,

How are you? How are you feeling? Are you taking your medication? I'm sorry to bother you with such questions, honey, but it's a mother's duty to be concerned about her daughter's welfare. Are you still going to your appointment at St. Mungo's next weekend? I hope that Hogwarts is treating you all right. Remember, we arranged it with Professor Dumbledore so if you aren't feeling up to attending school this year a tutor can be arranged to home school you. I know you want to feel normal, but I can't stand the thought of you getting worse and me not being able to reach you.

I know we made an agreement not to discuss your condition, so I'll change the subject.

How are your friends doing? Ron and Harry? I remember you couldn't stop talking about them over the summer. Send Harry my condolences over the loss of his godfather, and tell Ron that your father and I have all the faith in the world in his Quidditch skills. What about Ginny? How is she doing? I feel so left out of your life now that you're off in school again.

Are there any romantic interests in your life right now? Any cute boys you want to tell me ALL about. I'm just joking, honey. Please don't respond flustered and embarrassed as you usually do when I bring up the topic of boys. I know that you were looking forward to seeing Viktor these past two summers and I'm sorry we didn't permit it. I apologize. Next summer you can spend the entire time with him, that is, if you wish to.

Hannah and Jessica told me to say they hope you feel better and are looking forward to your returning. I don't know why you all of a sudden stopped speaking to them. I know you don't want to hurt them. They want to be here for you, dear. Please accept that things are going to be different between you and anyone else who knows. There is no avoiding that. Give them another chance, dear.

For me?

Well I suppose I should go now. I feel I'm getting too emotional. Your father wishes to say something to you.

I just want you to know that you are my pride and joy, and I love you with every fibre of my soul. You are a piece of me Hermione, no matter the circumstances. You'll forever be with me, my child. I love you.

Signed Mum

Hermione wiped a tear from her eye and took a deep breath. Could she handle the letter from her father? He had become so cold lately, so numb to everything. He had tried to act as normally as possible and instead just seemed the strangest around her. It was as if he couldn't even stand the sight of her.

So she reached over to the table and drew the second piece of paper from the envelope and hesitantly opened it. Before her eyes began to read what her father said, she wondered if it was best left to be unknown...

Hermione,

I know I haven't said much about your condition. I know that I've been shut off towards it. Truth is, I've been in denial. I suppose I've accepted it now, as you have from the very start.

I'm writing this to you not to give you false hope or pretend everything is normal. I'm writing this to tell you something I should have told you long ago.

I love you, Hermione. I haven't been acting like it lately because I just frankly did not have the strength to be strong for the both of us. You are everything that I could have ever hoped for in a child. You are beautiful, strong, intelligent, kind hearted, and a blessing to the world. I'm going to hold onto you tight, my baby girl. You are my princess and I will never let you go.

Though this letter is not as long as your mother's don't think it means I love you any less than she.

Forever Dad

Hermione couldn't hold back the flood of tears that overcame her,staring at his writing as her vision slowly blurred and drops fell from her eyes. She sniffled and struggled to hold back the sobbing. She had to be strong. She had to be everything that her father thought she was.

Her hands were trembling and with her free hand she rubbed constantly at her tears, trying to dry them.

"Granger?" Malfoy asked as he walked into the Common Room, his eyes cold and hard as he stared at her. "Why are you crying?" he asked. There was not a note of compassion in his voice. There was just blunt curiosity and authority, thinking that anything he demanded to know he would know.

God she hated Draco.

"Leave me alone," she whispered huskily through her tears and folded the letters quickly, stuffing them back into the envelopes.

"Sorry for caring," he said huffily with that snotty air of his. Hermione jumped up, tears bursting from her eyes in a gush and pain that Malfoy had never before seen on someone's face.

"Draco Malfoy, you couldn't care about anything but yourself even if it was your own mother! You are a selfish, rude little prick who thinks he knows everything! Leave me alone!" Hermione sobbed and stood there on trembling feet. The pain was gone from her eyes. She felt faint and her mind was spinning.

Malfoy stared at her open mouthed; regret filling his usually stony cold eyes. Usually he enjoyed pain,lapping it up and laughed at it when he saw it in others. Still, it was so deep-seeded and horrible in Hermione's dark, secretive eyes that he wished he had never opened his mouth.

"Granger..." he mumbled and stared at the floor.

"Malfoy, if you actually cared you would just leave me in peace and let me cry," she whispered before her body began to sway. Malfoy watched, frozen in place for a moment. When he saw her knees give and her pained eyes roll back into her head he rushed forward and caught her before she smacked her head on the coffee table.

He slowly lowered her to the floor and she lay still, unconscious in his arms.

He shook his head and looked around, helpless and afraid, he was not afraid for his own well being though.

He was afraid for Hermione