When I stepped through the portrait hole (without any troubles this time) I saw Malfoy sitting on one couch, his Potions homework spread out over part of the table.

„Hey." I said as I sat down on the other couch. He didn't respond, didn't even look up. We sat there for a couple of minutes, working silently. Then Malfoy put his stuff back in his book bag.

"I need the common room tonight." He said.

I looked at him blankly. "What for?"
He smiled smugly. "What do you think I need it for? That chick's coming over later."

I raised my eyebrows. "That chick? Does she have a name too?"

"Yeah." He replied quickly. "I just don't remember it. Jacky? Or Chloe? Or Sara? Something like that."

My eyebrows rose up to what felt like my hair line. "Those were three totally different names that had only one thing in common. That they're female."
"Exactly." He answered and laughed. I couldn't help but laugh along.

After one minute or so, he got up and said "So unless you want to watch it'd probably be better if you weren't here."
"Why can't you just use your bedroom?" I wanted to know.

"Oh we are. We're still gonna be pretty loud though and I feel like you wouldn't want to hear that."

"You're right about that." I murmured. "So when exactly is that girl coming?"
He looked at his watch. "About 5 minutes."
"Malfoy!" I yelled out.

He shrugged. "What? We're not gonna get loud for a little longer. God, Granger! You never heard anything of foreplay?"
I resisted the urge to gag and picked my stuff up. "I'm going to the library and I'll come back in about an hour."

He made a face.

"What?" I asked annoyed.

"Can you make that one and a half hours?" he asked innocently.

"You are impossible!" I hissed and left the common room.

"Is that a yes or a no?" he yelled after me, but I didn't react. In front of the portrait I saw the girl.

"Hey skank." was all I said as I walked past her. She was the kind of girl that shortens the hems of her school uniform skirts even though that was restricted. She was the kind of girl that unbuttoned her blouse so far that you could see her bra. She was the kind of girl that was scum. And she was the kind of girl that got guys like Malfoy.

I really had planned on going to the library, but as I felt tears rising up in my eyes I knew a better place to go.

As I was leaning against the big oak I couldn't keep the tears from streaming down my face. Just imaging what he was doing with that skank right now... I shook my head and whimpered quietly. A cold breeze lifted my hair up and I pulled my legs up to me and put my arms around them, my book bag lying next to me on the grass. The moon was shining bright tonight and its reflection on the dark lake looked both beautiful and terrifying. Of course it still wasn't bright enough to finish my homework down here, but I wasn't in the condition to focus on anything right now anyway. I couldn't take it anymore, always bottling up my pain for years without ever telling anyone about it. No one knew I cried at night, or if the girls in my former dorm did know than they ignored it. No one knew I hadn't been dating anyone not because I wasn't interested in dating, but because I couldn't get myself to even look at another boy. Viktor was the only exception to all of the above. But with him it was different. What none of my other friends knew was that when we were together we were talking about Malfoy almost all of the time. For some reason I had opened up to him. Maybe because he was so silent that I was sure he wouldn't tell anyone else, maybe because for some reason I just trusted that boy. But in the end it didn't matter. We had tried the whole kissing thing and going out, but he knew I wasn't seeing him like that and he was okay with it. So we were just friends, what neither Ron nor Harry knew. And when he had left we had become pen pals. I had written him letters about Malfoy and my problems and he had always been helpful and had given me advice, but after about a year I had stopped writing him. Looking back at it I had no idea why. It always had made me feel so good to know that another person knew about my problems, so why had I stopped? I realized then that the tears had stopped streaming down my face. After all I had stopped writing and it didn't matter why. But what mattered was that I couldn't bear being alone with my feelings and pain anymore. And now I knew who I could talk to about it.

I sat at the lake for another ten minutes and then got up. It was far after the curfew, but I didn't care. I was Head Girl after all. On the way back to the castle I suddenly heard a giggle from behind a bush and stopped abruptly. I just stood there for a couple of seconds and after I didn't hear anything more I figured I must've just imagined it. I already was ready to move on when I heard it again. There definitely was someone behind that bush. I tiptoed over to it and silently sneaked up to whoever it was who was not in their common room by now.

"Dean!" I heard the same voice giggle again and my blood went cold. I knew that voice. I moved behind the bush and cleared my throat loudly. Immediately the tall dark boy and the tiny red-head jumped apart, acting as if they never had made out behind a bush in the middle of the night. As soon as Ginny realized that it was me who looked at her disapprovingly she relaxed.

"Oh it's just you." She sighed relieved.

"Why aren't you in your common room?" I asked firmly.

Ginny eyed me suspiciously. "We just wanted to take a walk."

"It's past curfew." was all I replied coolly.

Ginny stared at me unbelievingly. "Well what are you going to do about it?" She asked almost provokingly. Dean just stood there, knowing that he should better not say anything. Smart boy.

"20 points from Gryffindor for each of you two." I replied simply. "And now back to your House or I'll have to give you detention."
Ginny glared at me and pulled Dean along with her as she stormed off to the castle.

I sighed. I knew it was a little harsh from me to take points from Gryffindor and not just look over it, but rules were rules and if it had been anyone else and not Ginny I would've done the same thing. I couldn't have favorites. Dumbledore had made me Head Girl for a reason. What his reason for the Head Boy was was a mystery to me though.

I was on my way to my dorm when I looked at my watch and realized I'd only been away for a little less than an hour. He had asked for one and a half hours and I would give them to him. Not because I wanted to be friendly or generous, I was far from feeling any positive feelings for Malfoy at this moment, but because I really didn't want myself interrupting something and knowing more than I had to. So instead of going to the portrait hole I went to the owlery.

I sat down at one of the tables there and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill.

Dear Viktor,

I wrote. And then I didn't know how to continue. I hadn't contacted him in almost one and a half years. Did he even remember who I was? He was Viktor friggin Krum. He was the National seeker of Bulgaria. Girls were going crazy over him and his good looks. How should I explain why I hadn't answered him back after he had been nothing but helpful, understanding and sweet to me? I sighed.

I am sorry that I didn't write you back, but I was fairly busy.

I crossed those words out again. What a rubbish. I should just tell him the truth, that I have no idea why I stopped writing him. He would understand, wouldn't he? So I decided to just write the truth and after several minutes of searching for the right words I had the letter done.

Dear Viktor,

I am sorry that I haven't written you back in a while. I myself don't know why. Writing you and talking about my problems with you always felt so good, it made me feel good. I always bottled all of my pain up and with you it felt like a heavy burden was lifted from my shoulders. You were always so sweet to me and you never complained about me whining around and I am so thankful for that. So why did I not write you back? I have no idea. My guess is that with all the events that took place at the end of my fifth year I just forgot. And then I felt bad for taking so long to write you back, so I postponed it even further. I hope you can forgive me for it, because I really miss talking to you. I would love to see you again. I hope I'll hear back from you soon.

Love,

Hermione

It wasn't exactly a poetical masterpiece, but it would do. And Viktor's English wasn't that good anyways. I sighed an folded the parchment. Since I didn't have my own owl I had to take one of the school's. And after I finally watched it fly away I looked at my watch again. It had been over one and a half hours now. I was safe. And sure enough when I stepped through the portrait hole I didn't hear a single thing. I had planned on just going to bed, but with terror I realized that I still hadn't finished my Potions homework and I sat down on the couch again.

A/N: Hey guys,
So here is another chapter. What do you think? Now I need your help for the rest of the story... what do you think about Krum becoming a real part of the story? Or should he just stay in Bulgaria or wherever he is? Let me know so I know where I should go from this.

Love,

ShayleeRae