Hey, so I hope you liked Chapter One, here's the next bit. It is a little short, but I hope you like it. :)Remember to please read and review, I would love feedback.

Storming down the hallways, Hermione felt utterly broken inside. Her deepest secret, the one she had tried so hard to hide was out; she fancied Ron Weasley and everyone at Hogwarts knew it.

Throwing open the door, she surveyed her surroundings. She was standing in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. It looked the same as it had in Year Two, it was almost scary. Sitting up against a wall, Hermione realized how much had changed in her own life, yet this bathroom hadn't changed at all. It almost made her feel silly, for this was probably going to mean nothing in a couple of years. Who would really care about a stupid muggleborns school girl crush?

Hermione managed a bitter laugh. Everything seemed so meaningless to her now. It was as if seeing this place, which probably hadn't changed at all in the last decades, and probably wouldn't for many more, made her realize how small she was. How insignificant to the rest of the world.

The sound of a door creaking open started Hermione out of her thoughts. Raising her head and trying to wipe the tears from her eyes, she saw the last person she though would come. Draco Malfoy's cold face was peering in at her.

For a moment, there was complete silence. Hermione was suddenly filled with a mix of emotions. At first, a look of complete surprise crossed her face, but then her fist tightened. She was angry at him, no, not angry, positively furious. She wanted and wanted so badly to run away. She didn't want anybody to see her like this, let alone the bully who had tormented her for years. But then, for the second time in under five seconds, Draco Malfoy did something that Hermione was defiantly not expecting.

"I'm sorry." Draco said, yet it came out barely above a whisper. Breaking eye contact with her, he looked down at his shoes.

At those two words, all of Hermione's anger seemed to melt away, replaced with curiosity. Why was her sworn enemy, the one person who had worked so hard to make her life hell apologizing to her. He must have taken her silence the wrong way though, for when she didn't respond he turned to leave.

"Wait, Malfoy...wait please. Why...why are you doing this?" Hermione forced herself to say, not daring to look up at him.

This clearly caught Draco off guard. Wait, Draco! Since when did she call him by his first name? No this was Malfoy, she had to remember that.

"Granger, I thought you were smarter than that," Malfoy sneered, then his faced softened, and he looked down again, "I don't know. I.. I just feel so lost. I'm tired of being Draco Malfoy, I'm tired of being this stupid egotistical bastard to everyone. I don't even know who I am anymore." He seemed so lost, Hermione almost felt sympathy towards him. She looked up at him, and saw all this emotion in his eyes that she had never seen before. He always was so expressionless, and she had never seen this side of him before. Staring into his deep gray eyes Hermione felt even more confused.

Suddenly, Malfoy's expression changed, and he turned and fled from the doorway, leaving Hermione even more confused than ever. On thing he had said was repeating in her mind, who was Draco Malfoy?

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