Hello everyone :) December seventh already. I hope everyone has had an amaizing day :) it snowed a bit today where i live, i love the snow and it has left me in an amazing mood so i decided to write a very sad chapter - twisted logic i know but i have to follow on with the rest of the story.

plus - and if you really dont care, you can skip onto the chapter - the chocolates on my advent calendar get bigger with every passing week and today it was a good sized piece of chocolate (i know i'm seventeen and i should grow up, but it's sooo hard when you have a calandar with chocolates behind every day :)

And lastly, just rewatched the Italian Job - i have come to the conclusion that any man looks sexy in a car chase where he has to dodge moving vehicles with one hand on the steering wheel and use the other to spin the car round.

Anyway, on with the story :)

"Hermione," Ginny flies out of the floo, running towards me and then dropping to her knees, "I have great new– what happened to you?" she says upon realising that my eyes are red and puffy, that I'm sitting at home in the middle of the day stuffing a –very large and very satisfying – bar of chocolate into my mouth and that sobs are flying from my mouth almost as fast as she shot out of the floo.

I have to admit, though, that the chocolate does bring me a little bit of happiness. Luckily it is dark chocolate – the only kind that I had in the cupboard – or else I would be ballooning right about now. "I'm not in the mood to talk about the list of things wrong with my life right now, Ginny." I tell her, taking the tissue held out in her hand and using it to scrub away at some of the mascara trails twisting down my cheeks (I wasn't really expecting any visitors.) "Tell me your big news."

"I have a date," She tells me, and she is just so happy that I have to find the last little bit of strength inside me to smile and congratulate her, instead of braking down again. She continues after my smile of encouragement. "I would tell someone else, but they would all be judgemental... I mean, even after Hogwarts is over and done with, they are all so adamant that people can't change but I know that they can."

"Stop babbling and tell me what you are on about!" I say, holding my breath and waiting for her to reveal the mystery man. "I'm not really able to judge anyway, I fell for the Prince of the Snakes so–"

Yep! I just shot myself in the foot here. I forgot that I hadn't told her, and now her face is shocked and a little annoyed. "I wanted to be the first to break the mould, and here you are beating me to it!"

"Oh shut up!" I tell her, smiling slightly at her charmingly childish expression. I know that she is joking and I manage to crack a proper smile when she sticks out her tongue. "So who is it?"

"Blaise Zabini?" She says, though she doesn't sound like she is sure and it turns out more like a question than an actual statement.

"Zabini... huh?" I consider it. I can really see it now that she mentions it.

She smiles, more like beams , "He's a great guy... so, Draco Malfoy, huh?"

"Not anymore." I tell her, dreading the questions and the answers that I am going to have to give, and then I realise that I really do want to talk about it. I want to swear and scream and yell until I can't speak anymore. "You missed that beautiful day," I mutter sarcastically. Suddenly, I push away the tracks of tears on my face and dislodge the chocolate wrappers (ok, the entire set of wrappers from a box of After Eights; yum!) and throw myself into a standing position.

"What happened?" Ginny falls into my space on the sofa, grabbing the discarded box and sifting through until she realises that she is out of luck. I ate my chocolate box dry.

I stand on the coffee table and look at her. She watches me and her reaction when I open my mouth and start screaming is incredible. She slaps her hand over here ears, mouth open, and watches me with wide eyes until I shut off the noise. The silence is not long lived though because I throw my arms out and begin again.

I keep going until all the tension in my chest has dissipated. "Fuck you Draco Malfoy." I say in a normal tone when I can breathe again.

Ginny removes her hands from her ears, "What they fuck did he do to you?!"

"He, let me tell you Ginny Weasly, is a fucking moron and a bloody hypocrite; all of the snakes are. You can't trust a single fucking one of them. And do you know why? Because they all jump to conclusion!" I tell her, retaining my place on the table and speaking like I am preaching to thousands. "Why would they believe that someone is not cheating on them when they think that you have? Why would they not listen? Because they think so much of themselves that everyone else must all be lying because they know the truth!"

"What are you on about?"

I sigh, jumping off the table and walking to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses – well, now that the chocolate is gone, we need sustenance of some kind. "He saw me with Sirius, talking about the future and what kind of person we wanted to spend our lives with. Sirius said that he wanted someone like me – not phrased exactly like that, it is true, but you get the idea. Anyway, Malfoy overheard and assumed that I was with Sirius."

Ginny laughs, "You and Sirius, Sirius Black? Is he mental?" At least I can be sure that Ginny will always cheer me up.

I laugh; it would have all be so much easier if Draco Malfoy hadn't been there. "Probably." I sigh, flopping back onto the couch and kicking my feet up to rest of Ginny's lap, "Want to know what is even worse?" I ask her and after she motions for me to continue, I tell her more of the story, "And then, four days ago at work, I got so pissed off," She interrupts with an 'I would be' but I ignore her, "So I decided to confront him, and he had his stupid slut of an assistant in his office."

"I bet nothing was going to happen," Ginny pats my calf and puts on her 'what she calls comforting' voice. I can tell you now, not comforting in the slightest. But I guess it is better than sarcasm, so I'm not going to complain. That and the fact that I'm pretty sure that I am worse on the whole being a comforting person that she is.

I scoff, "He looked at me and watched me while he basically buried his face between her thighs." It has been four days, and I am still a little bet sore at that fact. Fuck him!

"That means nothing; he was obviously doing it to make you mad. I bet he pushed her away as soon as you left if he watched your reaction. He just wanted to get a rise out of you."

Let me tell you, that I have never felt inclined to give someone a blow job because I was mad at another man; NEVER! And I have been mad at a lot of men! "Fuck that logic," I tell her, "That is the stupidest reason in the world. So what if he was mad at me! I'm mad now and you don't see me running off to go and shag one of the guys in the office just to piss him off." I sigh, "Well, good morals aside, I couldn't shag one of them if I wanted to anyway, I quit."

She looks at me, sighing and running a hand through her impeccable red hair. "Wasn't that a bit hasty?"

"Shut up, I'll just find another job." I say to her rolling my eyes and digging my heel into her knee, "And I really hope to God that she is fucking awful shag." I tell her which is the end of that conversation.

Sirius falls through the floo at some point in the afternoon. I'm a little bit drunk, so I'm not really sure if it is actually Sirius ... or if I am actually alive, but I find myself falling and he catches me anyway. "Sirius, I think I am going to be sick." Laughing uncontrollably as I try to stand, I end up falling over him and dropping into the middle of the living room floor, where I continue to cackle to myself.

Sirius – hopefully – moves closer, patting my back and trying to get me to turn over so that he can either give me a glass of water, unlikely, or shove a nasty, foul smelling green liquid down my throat (i.e a sobriety potion) which is the more feasible option as I can see it in his hand. "Come on, hun." He tells me, pulling on my hand and helping me to stand.

"Go away." I tell him, holding onto his hand because I need the help to stand. This is the first time that I have seen him since I sent him away to fight for his child. Either that means that it went very, very well, or very, very badly.

Sirius leans down so his head is close to mine, "She said OK, Hermione. Are you even sober enough to remember what this is about?"

"Sirius that is great!" I say, finally remembering what was going on and through the foggy, alcohol induced faze, I launch myself at him.

"Get away from her!" there is a snarl from behind me. Who could that be? I look up to find Sirius glaring over my shoulder.

"Who is it, Sirius?" I ask, too scared by the over consumption of alcohol and the terrifying voice to turn around and see for myself, because I have a good idea who it might be.

Sirius laughs, holding his hands on my waist and smirking at the man behind us, "The Malfoy brat popped in to say hello." He finally holds his hands up and steps away from me, leaving me alone to try and turn around by myself. Unfortunately, it is not quite the smooth trip that I envisioned and I find that I almost fall over on my way around.

I know that I look like hell, god, I feel like hell. "What did you do to her?" Malfoy asks, moving closer and then, thinking better of it, holds his hands up in surrender as I ball my fists and get ready to lash out.

"I think you did that mate," Sirius says from behind me, the tone is anything but unfriendly.

"What now? I can't even hug my friend without you accusing me of something!" I try to move, but I get a rush of dizziness so I have to hold still instead, "Fuck off Malfoy. Go back to the office and fuck your slut." I instantly regret calling his assistant a slut, but I think I get the point I was trying to express across and the look on his face makes a little scarred part inside of me heal. "Or better yet, hire a prostitute, same result right, something quick and easy because you don't care enough to fight for anything."

"Shut up," He says, and I find myself peeling into bouts of laughter.

I take a carefully calculated step forwards, "Don't you dare come into my house and tell me to shut up! Don't you fucking dare, Malfoy!" I step forwards again and his features lock into a hard mask. I notice that his eyes are ringed in black, his cheeks gaunt; like he has not been sleeping or eating.

He tries to take my hand in his and I slap him. The resounding SLAP echoes around the room. "Don't touch me, don't even look at me, just get the fuck out."

"You don't understand anything about this, Hermione." He tells me, "Please hear me out."

"What like you did? You heard me out, didn't you?... Oh wait; you fucked the office whore instead. A great way to start a doomed relationship anyway, Malfoy." I tell him, trying to smile an easy, effortless smile that results in more of a grimace. "Why try when we know that it isn't going to work? Thanks for saving me from a lot more pain." My drunk brain can't really control my mouth.

I walk past him, "Sirius, would you see out my uninvited visitor?"

Sirius must have left too, though I am not really sure because I think I fall asleep as soon as my head touches the pillow.

I look over to the corner. The man lies there, hugging his knees to his chest and cradling his head between them again. The sobs so familiar yet so distant, cut deep inside me. I can't stand my ground anymore, so I make my way across the hardwood floor for the fourth night in a row. I have been coming here every night, I have seen his face every night, and every morning I wake with the sound of his tears in my head and the pain oh his crying inside my heart.

I take several tentative steps forwards. The dream unfolds exactly like the others.

I reach him and I can feel the pain radiating off him in waves. And my heart beats seamlessly with his staggered breaths, breaths that I have become so accustomed to hearing. Once again he hasn't appeared to have realised that he is no longer alone.

Heart beating in my throat, I bend down and hover over him. I allow one of my hands to push forwards tentatively and before I can even reach him, one of his hands shoots forwards and traps my wrist between pale, slender fingers like it has so many times before in my dreams. This night, though, I don't wake the moment our eyes meet. This time he speaks.

"Help me, Granger."

Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter :) It made me so happy; it was the most reviews that i have gotten for a chapter yet :) so thank you again and i hope you enjoyed this chapter :)