I usually hate songfics. I think they are pointless. However this song just really inspired me to write this story. Its called Save Me by Nicki Minja. Yes I usually don't like all her rapping and stuff, but this song is really good. I wish this was better, but honestly I just wanted to get this thought out of my head.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything but my story.

He found her in the library. Of course she'd be there, hidden behind rows and rows of books. She surrounded herself with books, making a barrier, a sort of warning that she didn't want to be bothered. She wasn't reading, she was just sitting there, her eyes glazed over. She hadn't looked good in the past weeks. There were dark bags underneath her eyes, her hair was unruly and looked worse than usual. She looked older in a way, she looked like she had seen all the horrors in the world and had to carry them on her shoulders. In a way she had seen many horrors, yet it she wasn't the one responsible for them. But she liked to tell herself that she was, it made it easier to deal with the guilt of their deaths. The first time it happened he tried to forget it.

Hermione sat on the floor, in the middle of all her books. She wasn't reading any of them, she just used them as protection from the world. She just looked down at her lap, nothing was there yet she looked so concentrated.

Draco needed a book for his potions project, and it so happened that it was one of the books that Hermione was using to barricade herself. Without caring he grabbed a book, thinking she wouldn't notice.

Right when his fingers grabbed the book, Hermione lunged forward, keeping the book from leaving her circle.

"Granger, you psychopath! Watch what your touching, you almost dirtied my robs. Now give me that book, I can see it isn't any use to you other than being a barrier. You can always get another."

"I can't, I NEED this book. There's an order to which it goes. Without this book my circle will be incomplete and it won't work correctly." Hermione spoke those words in such a broke voice that Draco just wanted to leave, he actually felt pity for the girl. However, his Malfoy pride wouldn't let him back down.

"Granger stop with your damn nonsense bef…" Before he had a chance to finish

"Draco, please." And that was the first time she ever said his first name. Even when they fought in battles it was still Malfoy, even after they had spent that one night together, it was still Malfoy. Not that he minded, sticking to last names always kept things simpler. But hearing his first name come out of her mouth, it froze him.

He bent down so he'd be eye level with her. He reached out over the books, but she flinched away from his touch.

"Granger…" He watched her shrink away from him. She reminded him of a startled bunny, her eyes wide with fear, her body as far away from him as possible. Yet there was something else in her eyes, something like a brokenness only worse. Not knowing what to do he stood up and left the library soundlessly.

After that he had avoided her at all cost. The hardest part wasn't avoiding her, she never showed up to classes anymore. But with every absence Draco thought more and more of her. It was getting to a point where he would see her broken face in his dreams. He knew he had to see her again; however he tried to pretend he didn't need her. However, things never worked his way when he had to deal with her.

He wondered the halls, not planning on going anywhere unparticular. It was an odd feeling, knowing exactly where he wanted to go, yet trying to distract his mind from allowing him to go to the actual place. However hard he tried to concentrate, he wound up back at the library. He convinced himself that it was because he needed a quiet place to do his homework, but before he knew it his feet took him to the place where he knew Hermione would be. He just stood there and watched her. If she knew he was there or not, she didn't let on. Finally he got the courage to crouch next to her, and reached for a book. This action caused her to look up at him. He let his hand fall limply to his side. They just stayed staring at each other for a while, when suddenly tears poured down Hermione's face. However her facial expression didn't change. She kept staring into his grey eyes. It was as if her eyes were looking into his soul and she was crying the tears he couldn't.

"Granger, why are you crying." His voice was hoarse as he said these words, and his voice almost cracked when he said the last word.

"Draco, please." And with those two words he was lost again. He felt like she was pulling him down with her, he felt suffocated and he needed to leave before he drowned in her sorrows. He stood up and walked quickly back to his common room, needing something or someone to distract him.

He knew this time was different, he could just feel it in his heart. He thought he might actually be in love with Hermione. Maybe he was just falling in love with her helplessness. She was so vulnerable and he felt like it was his duty to protect her. He walked into the library and went straight to the row she had occupied. Luckily for them, no one was in the library, just them.

He crouched down and looked at her. She looked like hell, she hadn't moved in a week. He looked at her and before they both had time to register what he was doing, he broke her circle, throwing all the books away from her.

She lunged for the books, but her body was broken. Unable to rebuild the barrier quick enough she started to cry. Not silent tears that Draco had witnessed before, but the tears of a broken soul, a broken girl. After ten minutes Draco was scared that she wasn't going to stop. However after ten more minuets she finally calmed down, and was silently wept.

"Granger, what has happened to you?"

"Draco please."

"No! It will not work this time."

"This time, please… please, save me"

"Granger, what the hell are you talking about?"

"I can feel myself giving up." With that she looked into his eyes, and it was as if he could read her thoughts. He knelt down next to her and gathered her into his arms. It was different from the first time they had done it. The first time it was to be able to make it through the days, it was something both people needed and wanted it. It was a mutual agreement between them two that it wouldn't change things, that it wouldn't mean more than what it actually is. But not, with every touch, every kiss, every movement he was trying to breathe life back into her. They both knew it was too late, but they still went through the motions. He needed to do this to know that he at least tried; she couldn't take it away from him.

After it was all done, Draco stared at her, his expression clearly readable however she just didn't have the energy to read it.

"Granger... Hermione, I think I love you." And with those final words he left her, she slowly built back her barrier, but she left one book out, the book Draco had wanted. She simply sat there, waiting, waiting for the boy who would never return. And she knew he would never come back, but maybe he'd know she was waiting, and it'd make a difference for him.