AN: I've decided to take a break from writing 'Meeting, Loving, Departing' (please review on that!) and decided to write this story instead! R&R! Do keep checking up on my other fic please! THANKS!

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Love Lost, Love Found, Love Lost Again

DramioneDramioneDramione

Crookshanks POV

"RON! You're so stupid!! What do you think you're doing?!" Hermione yelled in Ron's face.

"What? What did I do wrong?" he asked, idiotically.

"The instructions SPECIFICALLY say to use GILLYWEED, and what do you do? You use DRAGONROOT!! Are you blind or something?!"

"NO!! Why are you so mean, 'Mione?!"

"Because of YOUR stupidity! How did I ever end up with something as dumb as you?!"

"Well, at least I'm not a bushy-haired mudblood!" I, Crookshanks, decided to use that opportunity to jump into the scene between my belovedowner and the person I despise most in the world, that red-head Weasel person who I find kissing Hermy sometimes, urgghh, how can she stand him?! What with his greasy hair (although I have to say, he's not so bad compared to that Snappy Proffessor, you know he's one right nasty piece of work, he is, what with his greasy hair and broken nose. I wonder which dog he got into a fight with?) and his fat, horrible belly, urgghh and that immature bratty voice?

Just as I entered view, that Weasel pointed at me with his stubby chewed-on-nail finger and shouted: "With a fat, spiky haired cat!"

That pretty much did it for Hermy…She whipped out her wand as fast as lightning and yelled that strange wacko language, the Weasel immediately froze and dropped to the floor…good riddance, I had thought at the time. And I was right too, who was he to go around calling people (especially their so called girl-friends) mud-bloods? God…

Just as he dropped, the entire Herbology class (the one Hermy was in) was instantly hushed, they stared at Ronald's fallen body in wonder and curiosity, some people had already started whispering and spreading rumours about what had happened. The idiots…

Poor Hermione burst into tears and ran out of the glass green-house, everyone (especially Harry Potter) started shouting at her to come back and explain why the hell Ron Weasley was lying on the floor as cold and still as ice.

I was going to go after her, I did actually, but some good-looking clean-cut boy beat me to the chase. He walked straight up to Hermy – who was leaning against a tree near a lake – and sat down beside her, leaning against the bark of the tree.

"What do you want?" She asked quite rudely, I don't know why she was being so mean because he was quite a handsome young man, someone I actually approve of, and at least he's better than the Weasel…

"Relax, I'm not here to torment or insult you, I'm here to talk," He said, rather calmly.

"Go away, Malfoy, I don't want to talk to anyone least of all you." She said firmly.

"Listen, Granger, why don't you just tell me what happened? I know I can help you feel better,"

"Oh yeah? And why would I want to tell you anything? I mean, it's not like you've been very open or understanding in the past, in fact, you've been quite the opposite to me and my friends."

"Well, yeah, I guess that's true, but still, I know you have no reason whatsoever to trust or like me in anyway, but please, just tell me why you 'Petrificus Totalus'ed Weasel to the ground during your Herbology class?"

"Tough, go away and leave me in peace," I had half a mind to run over to Hermione and start scratching her until she agreed to stop being so mean and neglecting to the white-blonde haired boy beside her, who had just draped one of his long slender arms over Hermy's shoulder.

She looked up at his face, the boy's – who was apparently called Malfoy – reaction was immediate, he stuffed his hand in his pocket and pulled out an embroidered white handkerchief, he handed it to Hermy who started dabbing at her eyes and nose, she continued doing that for a few seconds, Malfoy was just sitting there, staring at her in wonder and amazement. I thought he looked rather like a doofus, you know, staring into space like that.

He looked quite surprised and taken aback at seeing her tear stricken face. After a few silent seconds, Hermione passed the handkerchief back to Malfoy, she turned away the minute she did though.

"Come one Granger, please tell me what happened, I can only guess that that jerk insulted you, you, being you, got upset and hexed him then came out here…am I right?"

"You know what Malfoy? You could be a mind reader the way you're going,"

"I take that as a yes…what did he say that got you so upset?"

"He called me a…a…oh whatever, why do you even want to know?" My hopes had been raised so high that she would actually be kind to him, and then…hope…crashed.

"Haven't I already proven to you that I'm not here to taunt you? I simply care, is there something wrong with that?"

"Uh, yeah. If it was someone like Harry who was here, then I'd understand, but you are the last person on earth that I'd expect to be sitting with me right now, telling me you care…what shi – "

"Okay, okay, no need to get all swearing on me, I just want to help…please," He hesitated for a millisecond, and then: "Hermione, I want to know what happened, I can make you feel better, trust me."

"Urgghh, fine, but only because you're bugging me to death. Ronald called me a…a…" She sighed and proceeded "He called me a bushy-haired mudblood."

Malfoy let out a low whistle; I could tell that he knew she was very upset. I would too, you know, but since I'm a cat, we don't have those stupid rules like 'Pure-bloods can't mate with Muggle-borns' or mudbloods as the Weasel so kindly pointed out in his illuminating conversation with Hermy.

"Wow, what wonderful cheering up you've done Malfoy, you've really made my day, now get the hell out of here!" She was staring straight in his eyes; they were hurt and full of understanding, why couldn't she see that? I've got an idiot for an owner, I thought.

Malfoy snapped out of his trance at once and starting apologising like mad. "Hermione, I'm sorry, didn't mean to, I, I mean you, you didn't give me enough time to react. Please give me a second chance, please Hermione, please."

"Oh stop you're pathetic moaning! You sound like a retarded ferret! Then again, come to think of it, you are a retarded ferret! Funny old thing, life isn't it?"

I felt a pang of disgust and disapproving at Hermione, which is really weird since I love her with all my heart, she was my mother's owner a few months before I was born. Then when she sadly passed away, she gratefully took the place of my mother, Helgirta.

"Come on, Granger, give me a chance, will you?"

"Oof, fine, just hurry up with it so I can storm up to my dorm and sleep until dinner,"

"Look, you can't let that red-headed, good-for-nothing, fat jerk get you down like this–"

"You know, Malfoy, insulting my used-to-be boyfriend like that is not exactly the best way to start cheering me up,"

"Actually, Hermione, it is. Once you start thinking of him like that, you'll come to realise that he says what he is, or what he eats, you choose which you prefer. But, anyway, his hunger issues are way besides the point, I did overhear you saying he's stupid and dumb, that wasn't very nice you know? Especially to say that to your so called boyfriend,"

"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND! HE'S MY EX-BOYFRIEND!! WHEN WILL YOU GET THAT INTO YOU'RE STUPID RETARTED HEAD?!?!?!?!" Hermione suddenly erupted into extremely loud shouts, I have no idea how I still have my hearing to this day.

"Okay, okay, calm down, you're ex-boyfriend then, anyway, he just got pissed, I'm sure he didn't mean it…Did he?"

"Well of course he did! People don't just say things like that you know!"

"Well, boys are very different to girls in many ways, like, we don't think before we speak. You do, all girls do. It's just how life works,"

"Uh yeah, like you would know a thing about life, Malfoy."

"Look, I may not know a thing a bout what it's like being mocked and ridiculed all day long, but I do know what it's like having to keep up pretences until you find some kind of acceptance, whether it's with Weasley's or boys who've escaped death encounters with the Dark Lord numerous times. And let me tell you something, it's horrible, ugly and unfair to be treated the way you are."

"You know what really strange?"

"What's that?"

"I thought, when you first sat down, that all you would do, wait, let me rephrase that, could do, was make my life a living hell, but you actually lightened me up a bit. Thanks, I appreciate it."

"No problem, listen, let me take you to your dorm so you can lie down. I stay there until you fall asleep,"

"I am grateful for the offer, really, but if you do that, you'll miss lunch."

"You can't be serious! Do you really think I give about that stupid feast anyway? I'll just ask for a house el–"

"HELL NO! DON'T YOU DARE!!"

"Oh yeah, you're against the whole elf labour thing, aren't you?"

"Well duh!"

"Okay, fine, just let me take you to your bed, okay?"

"Fine."

----------------------------10 minutes later----------------------------------

"There you go, are you feeling okay?" Malfoy asked kindly.

"Yes, and thank you, I just have one question…"

"What is it?" He said it quite patiently, I really like him. Yes, that's right, I followed them up there…what? I was a curious cat!

"Why are you being so kind to me?" Hermy asked politely.

He shrugged. "I dunno, I guess I like you…a lot."

AN: WELL?! Should I continue, or is it complete rubbish? Please R&R!! And can you review on my other story? Meeting, Loving, Departing, it's also a Dramione, tata!! ) xcharmedonfirex.