Author's Notes: Hi everyone! I don't think you remember me but here I am, putting up chapter 12!! It's been a long time, and after reading your wonderful reviews, I am finally deciding to re-write this story, and continuing it. J One of the reasons I am re-writing it is because I got the name wrong sometimes. (How mixed up I was!) Anyway, Long live Draco/Hermione!! This chapter focuses on what Draco and Hermione thinks. It's rather short, but don't worry! More to come!

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Draco felt hollow and empty inside as he made his way towards the Slytherins' common room. Hermione's voice kept ringing in his head. He could not let go of those desperate, sad, frustrated, dreaded words or her anguish expression on beautiful her heart-shaped face. He leaned against the wall, in the darkness, so that no one could see him. He didn't know why, but suddenly, he had the urge to cry. He almost wanted to laugh at the thought. Boys don't cry, he reminded himself sternly. Especially Malfoys. But surely he was able to cry for Hermione? He had almost cried for the little Hermione when he heard the tragic news; then he resisted, but—but—the mere thought of facing the death of his own Hermione? He could not handle that.

"It doesn't matter if Voldemort get me or not. I'm going to die anyway!"

The word die' echoed in his mind, not letting him go. He didn't understand it. He didn't understand what Hermione was saying. He didn't understand why she was going to die. Draco suddenly remembered the word she was saying. Maiden of Eden' He scrunched up his face. His father had said something about it. His face suddenly lit up. Perhaps he could write to his father and ask him about it?

It seemed like a good idea.

But, even though he knew he was about to find out things he did not know about Hermione, he couldn't help still feeling depressed. In his heart, he knew that Hermione was going to go away

"Draco?" a familiar voice piped up.

He looked up and met Pansy Parkinson's eyes. "What?" he snapped. He wasn't in very good terms with Pansy and the other Slytherins at the moment.

"I miss you," she said, sighing. "Please come back to us. Get away from the Gryffindors, I beg you. They're dangerous—really"

Looking at her made him feel sadder, and something inside him made him do something unexpected. He reached for Pansy's shoulders and pulled her closer to him, brushing his lips against hers. He didn't know why he did that, but he could not stop. He was too frustrated. Kissing Pansy, however, was much different than kissing Hermione. Kissing Pansy felt like chaining himself and closing the door. Kissing Hermione made him feel free

Both of them did not stop, hidden away in the darkness of the corridor.

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Hermione was crying bitterly behind one of the many bookshelves in the library. She was trying to do more research on herself, but found the tears spilling on the pages of the books. She could not concentrate. Hermione, what have you done? She thought, sitting on the ground, continuing to cry. She choked, and heard Madame Pince clearing her throat. Hermione quickly dabbed her tears away with a tissue and tried to focus again.

But she could not. Instead, she broke down and started to sob loudly, making some students stare at her in shock. Madame Pince got up from her place and went to Hermione, puzzled by her behavior. "Miss Granger?" she said briskly. "This is the library"

The librarian paused when she saw what Hermione was doing. She had never seen anyone so sad before. "Are you all right?" she asked gently, putting a hand on the girl's shoulders.

Hermione shook her head, sniffing, tears flooding down her face uncontrollably, like a river. "Madame Pince," she said hoarsely. "How would you feel if you're going to leave everything behind?"

Madame Pince stared at her, confused. "Well," she said hesitantly.

"Oh, never mind," said Hermione, frustrated.

"What's going on here?"

Both of them turned around to see Ginny, frowning concernedly. "Hermione? Why are you crying?"

Madame Pince got up and walked away, not wanting to interrupt them. Ginny sat next to Hermione, putting an arm around her comfortingly. "What happened with Draco?" she asked softly.

"I told him about us," said Hermione putting her hands on her face. "I told him I'm going to die, Ginny!"

Hermione could not believe what she had just said to Draco. How could she tell him she was going to die? Of course he was probably going to stay away from her, not wanting to be broken hearted because of her upcoming death. "That must be tough for him, Hermione," said Ginny, shaking her head. "Why did you say that?"

"Because—because" Hermione spilled everything to Ginny, leaving the red-hair open-mouthed with shock.

"Rumors?" Ginny exclaimed. "Hermione—we're in trouble! And Death Eaters?"

"Shh," said Hermione, frowning. "Yes I know. Ginny, I don't know what we should do anymore Should we leave Hogwarts?"

"NO, Hermione!" said Ginny, surprised at her suggestion. "That's out of the question. Leaving Hogwarts would be much more dangerous for us!"

"Then we'll just have to face Edel and fight"

"So be it," said Ginny gravely. "We'll train ourselves before that day comes."

"But I have to face Draco first" Hermione trailed off, feeling as if her heart had just been torn into pieces.