My first fanfiction on this account. I figured I'd start with Dramione. I hope you guys like it.

Title is based off of the song Say Something by A Great Big World

Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter Characters.

Chapter 1: And I Will Swallow My Pride

Walking through the halls of the grand castle, he heard a loud sob then a thud. Quickly the Head Boy rushed toward the sound. He stopped just outside one of the spare classrooms where he located the owner of the weeping. Peering slightly into the room, the boy looked to see his enemy sobbing in the corner. She slammed her fist against the wall again as her cries continued. Her long hair, which had been recently tamed, was now puffed in many different directions giving the tearful girl an even more disheveled look.

With an annoyed sigh, the Head Boy walked into the room towards the crying girl. She was bawling so loud she didn't even hear him. It wasn't until he sat down next to her that she felt his eyes. Pulling her face up, she saw the blond haired Slytherin staring down at her with a look of confusion and he was clearly torn. A groan escaped her lips and she pressed her face back into her hands wishing she was dead as she was now crying in front of her nemesis, Malfoy.

"What's wrong Granger?" He asked. Trying to hide the concern he had in his voice he continued, "Get a bad grade in a class?" She didn't respond, however, and continued to cry. "H—Hermione…" His voice now wavered as he saw her sob. Not knowing what else to do, the blond headed boy put his arm around Hermione as a sign of comfort. Instead of tensing up and pushing him away like he expected, she turned her body toward him and began to cry into his chest. Her tears, now staining his brand new robes, didn't falter as they fell.

He rubbed her back without hesitation, as if it were his normal instinct. Before he knew it, both of his arms were around the bushy haired witch comforting her in her breakdown. He whispered words to soothe her like: "You're okay," "You're going to be okay."

Finally, after what seemed like hours, she pulled away from him and looked up. Her cheeks were stained with tears and makeup, eyes were shiny from being wet, and trembling lips turned down to a frown.

"Why are you here?" her voice squeaked as she spoke at last. "You hate me and I hate you." This had given him a perfect chance to insult her. It was true. He had hated the bushy haired muggle sitting in front of him, but he couldn't help but break as he felt her crying in his arms. These were new feelings for the Slytherin, as he never cared for any muggle-born in his life. However, he could not let these feelings go on and with that he pushed them down.

"I couldn't help but watch as you cried. It's quite entertaining if I say so myself. What happened? You finally came to terms with being a mud—"The blond haired boy's throat closed. He couldn't say it. The name he had called her so many times for all these years wouldn't leave his mouth. Not knowing if it was because she was looking up at him with her big brown eyes, or the fact that he for one second he had the thought of caring for her in his head, the boy stood up. "It doesn't matter Granger. I'm not going to be here any longer." He turned and walked towards the door but his steps stopped as he heard two words leave her cracked lips.

"Thank you." She whispered, not realizing he heard her until his steps paused. He whirled back around to look at her. His eyes weren't angry, they weren't rough, they didn't have a hint of the hostility they normally had in them. Instead, the glowing grey eyes he had were filled with uncertainty.

She stood and walked towards him. He didn't step back like his mind screamed for him to do. Her mind begged her to run through the door instead of toward the one person she loathed most. Stopping as she stood in front of him she stared into his mystified eyes.

"Thank you, Draco." Her mouth felt weird forming the word that was his name. She said it rarely and had usually gotten ill at the thought of it. Hermione's hand rose up to touch his face and was surprised to see he didn't flinch, but before she reached it she stopped. The girl from Gryffindor's hand ached to touch him, but her brain finally took control and she stopped herself. Quickly her mind regained focus and she rushed out of the door behind him, leaving him to think about what had just happened.

I know it's a short chapter, but it's setting up the story.

Let me know what you think!