Hello lovelies! Keep in mind all the hell Draco has already been through this day. Any second now, he's gonna snap. Good luck with that Draco! And Hermione is a big psychotic at the moment.

Enjoy!

There were so many things Hermione wanted to say and do- one unfortunately was wanting to apologize to Malfoy, to kiss him again, and to feel his warm embrace once more. But she had too much to lose with that scenario, so she did what made the most sense. She slapped him across the face. And it felt good to hurt him like that. She smirked, but her happiness vanished when she realized he still had hold of her arm. odd, he should've ran..."What the fuck do you want, Malfoy?" She growled in anger.

"I only came to apologize!" Draco stammered in , the bastard deserved it. "It was wrong to blackmail you like that, and I'm sorry! Look," He reached into his pocket, pulling out the piece of paper with her erotic story written on snatched it from him. "Take it. I don't want this anymore." That fucking bastard!

"You mean you don't want me anymore." She whispered, tears in her eyes. "You no-good, selfish, ferret!" Catching him off guard, she ripped her arm from his hand and ran for it. The second she knew he wasn't following her, and that she was out of ear shot, she laughed. Oh, he was sorry? Well, he wasn't getting her so easily this time! No way, he was going to have to earn it! She felt her pockets and smirked. Two wands...

Draco was stiff as Hermione ran off. Damn that woman! He had lost the power he had over her and any chance of her loving him all in one go. Stupid Professor didn't know what he was talking about...

Draco shook his head, then turned to walk off. He reached into his pocket for his wand and his hand came out... empty. "That little bitch!" He muttered, though he mentally applauded her pick-pocketing skills. This little cat definately had claws. Sighing, Draco Malfoy walked off aimlessly. He couldn't go his room for fear of running into Granger again, but returning to Snape wasn't an option either. An idea soon occured to Draco, however obsurd it seemed. He ran outside, all the way down to the rebuilt hut and knocked on it's door.

Hagrid opened the door and did a double take. "...Is there a reason you came down here?" The half-giant asked in confusion. Oh, Draco thought, this is so out of character, why didn't I think this through?

"Hagrid, I need help. It's-" Draco hesitated for a moment, doubting if this was a good idea. "It's about Hermione..."

"What's wrong with Hermione?!" Hagrid jumped. "I swear, Malfoy, if you did anything to-"

"It's not like that!" Draco shook his head. "Well, not exactly... She hates me. I know that shouldn't be a problem.. but I'm trying so hard to be better..." Draco shook his head, fighting tears at the thoughts in his mind. "But she won't let me in! And I tried everything I could!" Draco looked at the huge man with pleading eyes. Hagrid grinned, but it wasn't friendly.

Hagrid was going to test this Malfoy boy to see exactly how much he wanted this. "Sounds to me like you're getting what you deserve." Then Hagrid slammed the door in Draco's face. It wasn't long before he heard Draco crying. He whispered into the air, quietly and softly.

"What would you do, Mother? I miss you more than anything...After Father hurt you I could barely go on. How can I get through this?" He sobbed into the air. "It isn't fair..." Draco shook his head. "Well, I've got to keep trying, don't I? That's what I have to do...Keep trying and don't give up." Hagrid opened the door, staring at the usually self-centered boy.

Things just didn't stop changing, did they? "Get yer self in her Malfoy. It's too cold to be sniveling out here." The boy nodded, then followed Hagrid into the hut. Odd, he had rebuilt this hut with his friends, feeling guilty for what they had done. Did the giant even know what Draco had done for him? Hagrid sat down and Draco, not knowing whether to sit or stand, stood there awkwardly. Hagrid huffed impatiently. "Well, sit down then!" Draco sat in the nearest chair. "So... what seems to be the problem, Malfoy?" Hagrid wasn't showing any signs of friendliness...

"Well..." Draco told the large man everything. Well, he tried to make the first part seem less like Hermione had been forced up against a wall to make out with him and a bit more gentle. Hagrid didn't seem to buy it, but he listened nonetheless. When Draco had finished, he looked out the window. He could see the place where Hermione had punched him in third year... the place where he was for once truly terrified, but also the first time the muggle born girl had earned his respect. He had been tormenting her for almost three years, and she had finally stood up to him. That had to take guts. Granted, at the time he was a gutless bastard. and, to be honest, he had deserved whatever hex or curse she had been planning on using to begin with.

"Get back to the castle, Malfoy." Hagrid said in a grim tone. Draco looked up at him, shocked. "I can't help you with this one. Whatever Hermione has planned for you, you're just going to have to work through it. Until we know her full plan, she might as well be invincible. It's getting late, go out the back door. I can hear a group of teachers coming this way now, and you don't want to be out after dark these days. Especially not with your reputation," Hagrid ushered the Slytherin out the back door of his hut. Sure enough, there was a group of teachers on their way to the hut. But they were too far off that there was no way around them. Draco sighed and sat down by the back door. He would just have to wait for them to leave again.

This year just kept getting worse and worse...

Meanwhile, Hermione was in Madam Pomfrey's office. The girl had a nasty fall and had cracked her ribs while running to the common room, for which Madam Pomfrey scolded her endlessly. "You shouldn't have been running, Hermione. You could've broken your neck!" Hermione endured the scolding. She would've been fine, resting in her rooms by now, if Collin hadn't been nearby when she fell. Collin wouldn't let her fix it herself- she was a fine healer- and rushed her to the hospital wing immediately.

"Madam Pomfrey, can I please just fix the ribs myself? I know the spells, and you know that you taught me the right medicine dosage for it." Hermione begged.

"Well..." Madam Pomfrey sighed. "I want you to do the spell right here, and I want to have someone escort you to your common room, okay?" Hermione nodded and reached into her pocket, and she grabbed for her wand. But, her hand came out empty.

"I seem to have dropped my wand," Hermione muttered. Damn Collin! It must have fallen out when he had picked her up...

"Well, you'll just have to stay the night. I would do the spells right now, but my wand isn't working quite right for some reason. Besides, I have to attend a meeting at Hagrid's tonight." As the healer was walking out of the room, she called back. "Let this be a lesson to you, Hermione!" The young witch sighed, staring at the ceiling.

This year just kept getting worse and worse.