Slamming the door to the stall Draco Malfoy locked the door and promptly threw up. He hated this, the in between years, not all evil extinguished and good not completely won out, and he still had no idea what side he was on, he thought ruefully. The battle was over and after a chaotic summer it was decided that the students of Hogwarts should come back to complete the year that they had spent in hiding, fought the dark lord, or been under the misguidance of the Carrows. And so he was here making up the year that was lost. He did not fit in anymore. He had always been surrounded by friends, or supporters as he now realized, and now, now he had no one. Running footsteps and sobs issued throughout the bathroom as the stall next to his was thrown open, Aww, shit, he had forgotten this was the girl's bathroom. In actuality it was only used by students trying to be alone, as it was home to a rather dreary and depressing ghost. There was no escape; Draco decided to wait till she had left before coming out. The girl had very pretty ankles, and maybe a good body as well. Smiling to himself he reminisced on the last girl he had so profusely "Cheered up". Leaning next to the stall wall he said in a very low and suggestive whisper "What's wrong sweetheart." The change in the girl was instantaneous. She practically jumped off the floor. "This is the girl's bathroom, Malfoy," she gasped. Draco's stomach dropped at the voice that answered and in a swirl of black robes the two left their stalls to face each other.

"Mudblood"

"Deatheater"

"Frizz head"

"Ferret"

Outraged both of them drew their wands. As if rethinking her decision the girl hesitated, and put her wand away. "Scared Granger." He taunted. "No," she snapped back, " just smart." " Now I suggest you get out before I take any points away." Hermione snapped at him. And as she turned to go her hair caught the light and instead of the frizz he expected it fell in perfect soft curls, framing her face

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Oh that's just great Hermione, she thought to herself, just another problem to worry about. On top of all that had happened. She had just begun patrolling the hallways, when Harry came to find her.

"I hope you're not going to apologize for him," she said in a sneer worthy of the boy she had just accosted.

"No, but could you at least try to forgive him," he pleaded

Hermione's voice wavered, " I-It's o-over, for good"

"Well you guys are still gonna be friends right?" his voice pleaded. Hermione knew how he hated it when his friends argued. But even then it was not like she was just going to get over saying goodbyes to the guy she had loved, and then pretend it was lovely when the sot brought in his newest "catch'.

"I'm really sorry 'Mione" Harry mumbled as he left to go to bed.

"Oh so that's why you were crying" came the drawling voice of Draco Malfoy, coming out from behind the statue of a humped witch.

Pushing past him she raced away hoping that he had not glimpsed the tears pouring from her eyes. She ran all the way to the common room and did not stop moving until she came to her bed, onto which she collapsed and started Bawling, this was the most terrible day in the world

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Draco watched her go quietly, a sneer etched onto his perfect face, but as she left he grew entranced by the sway of her hair and her legs, very, very long shapely legs. His thoughts drifting he suddenly caught himself. He nearly gagged; this was Hermione Granger, the mudblooded know-it-all, best friend of Harry Potter, what was wrong with him? She was a mudblood, scum that did not deserve to breathe the same air he consumed with his pure perfect blood. Consoled he walked off ignoring the tugs at his heart