Hermione was taking her nightly walk through Hogwarts when she heard someone speaking. The voice came from somewhere not too far away, but it was muffled. Her curiosity was piqued and it carried her closer to the voice. When she turned the corner she saw the back of someone- someone with silvery strands of hair and a black and green robe- Draco Malfoy. Not wanting to be caught snooping, Hermione quickly stepped back and pressed herself against the rough stone wall. As she listened, she noticed that Draco was talking to himself.
"He doesn't understand! No one does! I didn't want to do it- not at all! I regret everything and I just wish…" He sighed and his frantic pacing slowed to a stop. She heard a weird scraping sound, and before she could figure out what it was, he began to speak again.
"No one will ever understand," He whispered, sounding very much deflated.
Upon hearing this, she knew exactly what to do. Hermione quietly took her wand and made herself look like the first thing she could think of, Moaning Myrtle, as she knew Draco would never trust her. When she finished, she hid her wand, took a deep breath, and stepped (or floated) out of her hiding place.
***A/N: This story is also posted on my sister's profile (Love the Night), as she is helping me to edit my stories. We've decided to post the chapters on both accounts to make things easier. Anyway, hope you like the story and please review, follow, and comment on the story! Thanks, Faith.
