A/N: this chapter is a bit different. It’s entirely based off Don’t Wanna Be Torn, which is a song off the Hannah Montana 3 Soundtrack.

Hermione was deep in thought. It had been a week since the Hogsmeade incident. She didn’t know what to do anymore. She was filled with so much hatred, yet she couldn’t help but feel that the true Hermione was buried beneath all the hatred. She thought she knew everything she needed about what was right for her, right for everyone that was involved. The selfish, dark, evil side of Hermione yearned for power, and wanted to be a faithful servant to the Dark lord. The good-natured, selfless, light side of Hermione wanted peace to be restored to the world.

She cried out for her mum. She was the only person who ever got the walls she put up to come down. When Hermione had taken a horrible beating or had nightmares, her mum would wipe away the tears and assure her everything would be ok. Her mum always told her to listen to what her heart said, and it would be easy to do. And that when Hermione listened to her heart, she’d be ok.

“Then why am I breaking apart mum? I don’t want to have to make this choice, to be torn,” Hermione cried. She was by herself, sitting on the hill. She had to choose between the darkness that called out to her and the light that she had supported. Hermione was unaware of anyone around her.

“Why didn’t you knock that day? I’m all alone now,” Hermione whispered. Draco sat next to her and pulled her into a hug. She sobbed into his shoulder. She was angry and confused. All she wanted was to be happy again. She was breaking down, the war raging between darkness and light inside her. Hermione had created her own hell on Earth. Draco kept a protective arm around her. There was no way he’d let Voldemort get to Hermione again. She still had a chance to be saved from the evil ways of Voldemort.

On the Quidditch Pitch, Harry’s scar burned him. What he saw frightened him.

Lord Voldemort was not happy. According to his spies, Hermione Granger wasn’t following the course that was set forth for her. She was starting to doubt the darkness. He couldn’t let that happen. Hermione Granger was the key to the war.

Harry sat in the common room, waiting for Hermione. He needed to talk to her. His scar had been burning painfully earlier in the day, when Voldemort had been angered. Hermione came into the common room. Harry looked up

“Hermione, we need to talk,” Harry said, his voice soft. Hermione looked at him curiously. She sat next to him on the couch. Everyone else had gone off to bed. Harry began to tell her what he had seen. Hermione’s emotions were unreadable. She listened intently to what Harry said. ‘So,’ she thought ‘I’m the key to this war; it’s not a big deal.’ Even in her head she could hear the sarcasm dripping off every word. Wouldn’t it just be easier if she wasn’t there? Hermione shook the thought away. The two sides of her were clashing. It seemed there were only two paths: stay hidden or let the darkness take over. Little did Hermione know, a third path was hidden. A path that led straight to a certain blonde.

A/N: Like it? Sorry it’s so short, it’s just a filler chapter. I promise the next chapter will be longer. Anyone know what Acerbus Malum Animus means in Latin? It means...