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A/N- I'm afraid my netbook broke recently hence why I hadn't updated, I am so sorry but I will now be updating whenever I can... please leave nice reviews it adds to my motivation... I understand this chapter isn't very long but I just wanted to add something so you guys know I haven't abandoned it... Next chapter will be up as soon asap :)

Hermione woke up with a heavy head. Wipeing the sleep from her eyes she pushed herself up and got dressed. It was a weekend and she knew that she needed to go to the libary. She couldn't remember why, she just knew that she needed too. Looking into the mirror of the girls bathroom she washed her face and was confused when she looked down and saw that the water in the sink was red.

A flash moved past her eyes and she remembered blood on her hands and a long dimly lit corridor. Swallowing hard she scrubbed at her hands, thankful noone else was in there with her. Once she had finished, she shakily pulled her hair up into a pony tail and left the room.

Later that morning she was walking towards the great hall, attempting to balance seven different books in her hands. Smiling to herself in a daze, she didnt notice the red head untill he had already knocked her into the wall and the books to the floor.

"Hermione!" The black haired boy called out, "Forgoodness sake Ron!"

"Harry?" Hermione asked, blinking herself back into reality.

"Yes? Are you okay? here.." He said offering her a hand to get up while Ron, now a deep shade of red, picked up her books for her.

"Thanks" She muttered "How have you been? I havn't seen you two for a while..." She moved her hand to rub her temple in order to soothe the sudden splitting headache that pounded through her skull. A soft sound like a whisper sounded through her ears and it hurt. Gritting her teeth she tried to focus on what was going on around her.

"Good..well...actually there is something i need to tell you, Hermione." Harry lowered his voice and glanced in both directions down the corridor before grabbing her arm and dragging her into the shadows, Ron following behind them.

"Did you hear what happened ? About the message on the wall and Filches cat?" He asked. Hermione snapped to attention then. She felt like a mist had cleared around her, as if she had just woken up.

"Yes..." She muttered, rubbing the skin in between her eyes. Where was she? Why does she feel so tired?

"Well, the thing is that Harry is hearing things..." Ron said, moving closer to be part of the conversation.

"Hearing things?" Hermione askes. She feels heavy and dissorientated. A memory pops into her head of her actual life and suddenly she realises whats happening. "Oh Merlin!"

"Yeah, it's hard to explain..."

"Harry...It's the chamber. The chamber of secrets...it's been opened." The two boys stared at her. Stuttering, she pulled one of the books from Ron. "I..er... erm...it ..it was in this book." Shaking her head and giving up she passed it to Harry. "Read it. It explains a lot."

Harry glanced down at the worn burgundy cover and the writting that read HOGWARTS; A History. Before the two boys spoke Hermione began to shake. Her head was burning and she felt very heavy as the sound of strong wind pushed through her skull.

"Look just read it ok. Apart from that i can't help you. Sorry...I...I need to go." And without another word she ran down the corridor to the dungeons. Ron moved to go after her but decided against it. Shrugging his shoulders he just set the pile of books on the floor before walking away.

Running, Hermione burst into tears. She didn't understand what was going on but she was paniking. Running into her dorm, she slammed the door behind her, thankful that the room was empty as her knees gave way underneath her and she fell to the floor shaking. The noise grew louder and louder and her focus began to blur. It felt like everything had gone icy cold and then the sound became clear.

HERMIONE. Listen to me. Talk to me. You promised you wouldn't forget me.

That was all it took, Hermione didn't know how it happened but she was back in a daze with the diary open on her lap.

Draco hadn't really spoken to anyone for what felt like ages. Not that he cared, he was use to being alone, infact there was something comforting in the fact that he didn't have to confide in anyone...yet there was still something in the back of his mind telling him that he doesn't need to feel that way. Shaking his head and clearing his thoughts, he shoved the last of his things in his trunk and locked it. Pulling himself off of the bed he made his way towards the carraiges ready for the journey back to his parents house. It wasn't unusual for them to expect him to make his own way home, he knew it was just teaching him independence, but he couldn't help envy those whose parents alteast met their children on the platform.

When he arrived at the familiar gates leading up to his manor, he drew in a sharp breath of icy air and pulled his cloak tighter around him. His footsteps crunched along the snow covered ground and once he was inside he instantly called for a house elf to take his belongings and bring him a hot chocolate.

"Draco, sweetheart." His mother called from the stair case. He watched as she glided towards him for a quick embrace and a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"Mother, merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas darling." She replied rubbing a thumb along his cheek. "You must be frozen, quick go and change into something more appropriate and meet us for dinner in the first dining hall. Your father will be here shortly, i'm afraid he has been busy all day on a buisness trip."

Draco simply nodded and did as he was told, making his way up to his bedroom, ready to climb into his shower with a content smile.

Soon enough the big day arrived and Draco woke up already knowing the days events. Pulling the emerald covers away from his four poster bed, he let his legs swing over the side and stretched like a cat after a good nights sleep.

Just as he remembered, a small house elf, who he liked to call "Sqeaky" appeared in the doorframe and bowed gracefully.

"For the young master on the day of family." It said extending a hand as a tray appeared, a teapot, cup, small jug, plate with toast, butter, jam and a knife laying ontop of it.

Draco tilted his head, signaling for the elf to place it on the small table in front of the fire. "Good." Was all he said, before moving to sit in the armchair and picking up the tea pot.

"Incendio!" He whispered groggily, pointing his wand to the fire place. Sighing he sipped his tea untill he was called down the second drawing room.

His day went by like every christmas, opening the few presents he recived and then eating a meal with his family. After he would go for a walk on his own to clear his head and then would come back and sneak away to his bedroom.

That evening he couldn't help but let his mind wander towards Hermione and her bushy anoying hair. This year he was determind to show that he was willing to work as a team. As much as he hated the idea of someone being even slightly as intelligent as him, he knew he had to accept that if he wanted to find a way home then they would have to work together. So...he decided to buy her a gift...again. This time he picked out a silver and emeral tiara. He knew she probably wouldn't accept it, he didn't care. It wasn't like he ment anything was it? He was just trying to get on her good side. At least that is what he is telling himself.

Hermione doesn't remember much of her Christmas, only that Blaise visited but the only thing she really cared about was talking to Tom. Every so often she would remember where she was and what was happening but it only took a moment for Tom to control her thoughts once again. She was making her way back to Hogwarts when Draco found her.

"Granger, how was your Christmas?" He said calmly, his expression twisted slightly. Hermione peered at him from under her lashes.

"Fine. yours?"

"Yeah, erm it was alright I guess." He replied pushing his right hand through his hair and then awkwardly folding his arms like he didn't know where else to put them. "I thought that maybe we could talk later?"

"I'm afraid I'm busy."

"Oh...tomorrow then?" Hermione let out a big sigh before turning fully towards him.

"Fine, tomorrow. Six at the astronomy tower, no later." And with that she turned and left. Draco grit his teeth as he stared after her. Something had changed and he wasn't sure what it was.