Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. Except the plot. Maybe. Haven't read enough to know for sure.

Soooo… I may have lost what little readers I had. But to those who stayed to read, YOU HAVE MY ETERNAL GRATITUDE! Now like I said, that was kind of sad. Scratch that. Real sad. (I've got no idea how these pervish stuff gets in my mind, it just does.) Sooo… anyhoo for those who were wondering about the title (If there were any) now it will be explained.

P.S. I've got the mouth of a trucker during a football game so don't go 'o.m.g. she just swore. I don't like her.' K?

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Chapter 2

Hermione ran to the other end of the school. She didn't care who saw her, or where she was going. She just needed to get away from there. By the time she got to the other side, she hid in the corner behind and old statue. She realized, that far away, wouldn't be far away enough.

She sat crying for who knows how long, the blood running down her leg dried and now was brown. She hoped no one found her. That would be a lot to handle.

Just then she heard footsteps through the corridor. The tears streaming down her face dripped on the stone beneath her as she strained to hear who it was.

Draco was walking through the Slytherin corridor with Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy to the great hall for the feast. As they were walking, Draco heard the tiniest sniffle from behind an old statue.

"Fuck. Guys go on ahead. I forgot something. I'll meet you in the hall." Draco said.

They said their goodbyes and wandered in separate directions. Draco, quiet as a mouse, walked through the corridor again. He looked around the statue to find telltale hair hiding a sad face.

"Fancy seeing you here Granger." He said. Hermione nearly jumped five feet in the air. The first thing he noticed was that her eyes were red and puffy. He looked at her; her entire outfit was wrinkled and ripped in a few places. He looked down, expecting to find one of her shoes missing, instead finding a pool of blood.

He became a little worried. "Period come early Granger?"

She just stared at him. She shook her head. Then the tears came again, this time in floods.

Hermione just stared at Malfoy, his light hair hanging in his eyes ever so slightly.

"Period come early Granger?" he asked with what seemed like a smirk. Anything she had thought before then dissapeared.

She thought back to what had caused the blood and the flood gates just burst. She needed to suck it up. Dammit Hermione, she thought, hold yourself together. You're crying in front of Malfoy. Suck it up!

"Oh! Fuck, umm…" Draco just starred at Hermione with scarred eyes, trying to imagine what made her so sad. He watched as her shoulders heaved up and down, and small whimpers came from her shaking body.

"Um… I'm gonna take it that you don't want to go to dinner looking like that. I'm gonna bring some food back for you. Any preferences?" he asked her.

She just shook her head, not noticing his sudden hospitality. He left her to cry behind the statue.