Author: ThreeFriends PM
Everyone knows Hermione is the little miss know it all and she could never hurt a fly. Hermione was the model for everyone to follow, but the summer to 6th year something happened. Something she wouldn't tell anyone or so she thought. By Sam This story has been abandoned.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Hermione G. & Draco M. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,413 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 05-23-12 - Published: 05-22-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8141023
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A few months later Hermione had been writing letters to her parents even if they can't respond she hides them. Hermione still has keeping up her act. She is having a hard time though keeping up with her act.
Hello again mom I really miss you. I'm sorry to say I have lost track on the days since I saw you last, alive. I miss you and dad both dearly. It is so hard to put up this act, pretending to be perfectly fine when I just want to curl up and cry for the rest of my life. I still haven't told Harry or Ron your dead. I just don't know how. I know I have to go on and fulfill my dreams it is so hard when people always push me around. I need advice on everything but because of everything, I need advice. I'll write again to no one soon.
All the love I can give,
Hermione heard the warning bell saying five minutes until class, forgetting to hide her letter she grabbed her bag sprinting to class from the owlry.
Draco sighed heading to the owlry having to write to his father about his progress on things. Draco was not looking forward to his father writing angrily back at him. He stomped up the steps tripping slightly. Thanking Salazar no one saw, he walked in the owlry rubbing his arm slightly he leaned against the wall looking around for his owl. He spotted a letter with tearstains on it. Draco carefully picked up the fragile letter and read it over. When he read over it, he was taken back. Now he knew why Granger looked so dead. Her parents are dead she's all alone with no one. Draco gulped looking the letter over again. He could never look at Granger the same again. Why would she not tell anyone and why would she come to school? He ran her fingers through his hair feeling wait what was he feeling? Guilt. He felt guilty for her sorry for her. He had always felt something besides hate for her, but had it always be guilt. No it couldn't be. He swore he would never feel that way. She was a mudblood it doesn't work that way. No he was not liking that way. Stop don't feel anything for her. Its all a lie all you feel is hate. Draco shook his head returning his thoughts to the letter ,her letter, instead of his feeling. He was thinking maybe he should talk to her? No she would never listen to him. He leaned against the wall again should he help her through this? She obviously needed someone. "No Draco no. You have yourself your task to think about. Not Granger not her not at all no." Draco said to himself groaning her knew he couldn't get this thing out of his head. "Please let her no do anything stupid. Wait she's Granger she won't do stupid. I hope."