Hermione ran towards the common room. She felt tears bridging up in her eyes. But no, the new

Hermione didn't cry. She didn't love. She didn't feel. She kept running until she saw Malfoy

ahead. She slowed down and a little and swallowed hard, hoping to find courage and to push

down her tears.

He looked towards her, surprised. He was still holding the portrait open from the common

room. He watched as she ran past him and into the room muttering a quiet 'thank you.' He just

blinked dumbly, closing the door and heading off to his old common room, Slytherin.

Hermione quickly ran up to what she assumed to be her room. She changed from her robes in

her pajamas. They were just a tank top and boxers. She noticed that they showed her secrets,

her bruises, but at the moment she didn't care. She levitated her cd player to her, cradling it like

a baby. She turned to her case, picking her favorite song. She blasted the song loud, not caring

for once. She blasted the song singing along, finally letting the tears fall, realizing how much this

song fit her and how much truer it might become.

She walks to school with the lunch she packed,
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back,
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday,
She hides the bruises with linen and lace.

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask,
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask,
Bearing the burden of a secret storm,
Sometimes she wishes she was never born.Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone,
In a world that she can't rise above,
But her dreams give her wings,
And she flies to a place where she's loved,
Concrete angel.

Somebody cries in the middle of the night,
the neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights,
a fragile soul caught in the hands of fate,
when morning comes it'll be too late.

Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone,
In a world that she can't rise above,
But her dreams give her wings,
And she flies to a place where she's loved,
Concrete angel.
A statue stands in a shaded place,
an angel girl with an upturned face,
a name is written on a polished rock,
a broken heart that the world forgot.

Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone,
In a world that she can't rise above,
But her dreams give her wings,
And she flies to a place where she's loved,
Concrete angel.

She felt like tears were drowning her by the end. Her throat hurt from the effort. Hermione had

to admit she didn't sing to bad, almost good. Behind her she heard clapping. She wielded

around, terrified. She saw Malfoy there, smiling smugly. She opened her mouth but nothing

came out. She wondered how he got in. she made a note to herself to make a password on the

door.

"I didn't know you could sing and what magnificent singing it is."

"Leave me alone, Malfoy."

He ignored her and started to circle her, she stood still, feeling his eyes scan her.

"It seems the mudblood does have weaknesses, doesn't it?"

"Get out of my chamber Malfoy," she seethed but he continued to ignore her.

"You know, I could use this to my advantage."

She pointed her wand at him but he didn't budge.

"You wouldn't do anything."

"Really? With the way things are going wizard prison would be a comfort."

He stared at her, surprised once again. How could she have the guts to say that? And why did

he eyes not deceive her...did she really mean it?

He left and Hermione collapsed on the floor. He had seen her, heard her. And she knew that it

would never happen again.

Draco watched secretly from the hallway wondering if this had always been how she was or had

she changed? He noticed the change of skin color, slowly fading. he knew what it meant but he

dismissed it. Anyway everything was in a brand new light.