Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

a/n: Not quite sure what's going to happen, just felt like writing.

"Why do you love someone who doesn't love you back?" He screamed at me.

"Because I can't stop." I muttered, I knew that he'd heard me even though it was just a whisper. Ron just looked at me, a pitiful look from a lover to a friend. Ron's jealousy of him showing through his caring expression that he put on. An expression that was fake, an expression used to get me to like him more than a friend. An expression that was used to pretend to be caring and would go away as soon as I was in his bed.

"But why him?" Ron queried, his face a sea of confusion in which I was a large boat. Sailing through the sea in Ron's mind. Confusing him day by day as I stared at the person of my affection. The person Ron's jealousy revolved around. The one and only person I had ever truly loved that isn't in my family.

"I don't know," I said quietly, "There's something about him that draws me to him. Something I cannot describe. I know you think he's a horrible person, but I don't. He's been pushed into everything. Free will isn't a word used in his home. He's been used, torn apart and is only now piecing himself back together. I, I want to help him. I did help him, after a while of tormenting him. I felt bad, I misjudged him. I, I just needed to make things better for him, and I guess, along the way, I fell in love with him."

"I don't understand you anymore Hermione. I don't think I want to either." With those last sentences Ron walked off, back to the Great Hall to stuff his face in his undignified manner. Back to Harry and Ginny, to talk to them about unimportant things such as the latest quidditch match or how mean Snape had been this year. Whilst she stood on the stairs, staring into the space where Ron had just stood. Going over their conversation over and over again. 'Why do you love him Hermione? Why? You can't just say you don't know without thinking it through logically. What is it about him? Why Draco Malfoy of all people?' But she just sighed, not knowing the answers for the first time in her life, and sat down on the steps. Her soft brown curls falling down by her head as she rested her forehead on her hand. The dark hair covering her face, covering the chocolate eyes that lay beneath, where glistening raindrops of tears ran down her smooth cheek. Stress lines coming through her pure face. All because of him, why was she this confused? She had never been confused about anything to do with school, Voldemort or anything else for that matter. So why now? What did Draco Malfoy have that confused her that much?