Authors note:
This is my first attempt at a Dramione fanfiction and I would really appreciate if I got some feedback! Please review, even if you don't like it! Criticism is always welcome, but I do hope you enjoy the story. Also, for the sake of this fic, it is set in seventh year but Voldemort has not yet risen to full power. Draco and Hermione have been chosen as Head Girl and Head boy, they both share a dorm together so Hermione is no longer in the Griffindor tower and Draco does not live in the Slytherin dungeons!
Hermione slammed the cover of her book shut, giving her watch a final quick glance that told her she had been stood up, yet again. She was suddenly filled with rage, finally done with Ron's lack of interest in her. She could not believe he hadn't showed. It was a simple study date and he couldn't be bothered to grace her with his presence.
"What could he possibly be doing?" She whispered to herself angrily.
He was evidently avoiding her, and what puzzled Hermione the most was she couldn't pinpoint what she had done wrong. She hated feeling this way, it made her heart feel vulnerable and weak, it made her feel pathetic and she just wouldn't take it any longer.
Hermione was obviously extremely intelligent but what she couldn't understand was why Ron had the sudden change of heart.
People had been jealous of their relationship and how much they seemed to adore each other. They had been one of the most romantic couples to walk the halls of Hogwarts in a very long time. Sweet kisses on the lips and cheek happened regularly and at the most unexpected moments. They often snuggled in the common room and practically clung to each other everywhere they went. When they looked at each other, Hermione felt butterflies in her stomach. She had never felt that way about anyone in her life. He was the first boy she'd ever said "I love you" to. But almost immediately after they had celebrated their one year anniversary and Hermione had given him something she could never get back, Ron had distanced himself from her. He stopped giving her regular kissed and he hasn't told her he loves her in weeks. Hermione was breaking and she hated it. She wanted her old Ron back; she needed her old Ron back.
She had given him everything she could have given him, only to be shoved away. She felt used and faintly regretted giving up so much of herself to him. She wished she could take it all back and save it for their wedding night.
Making a bit too much noise, she rose from her seat and shoved her books into her bag. She practically flew out of the library, almost knocking over a first year. Hastily she muttered an apology, then continued down the hallway, attempting to formulate the long winded lecture she was about to give Ron. She could feel something close to courage as she turned the corner, only a few feet away from the Fat Lady's portrait.
Once she calmed a bit, her footsteps slowed and she heard a high-pitched feminine purr erupt from behind her. Her mind quickly realized the voices were getting closer and as head girl it was her job to figure out who was wandering the halls this late at night because anything but the library was off-limits this late to anyone but Prefects , Head Boy and Head Girl. So she hid in the shadows, straining her ears to hear what the whiney voice was saying.
"Won-won!" She heard the girl squeal, and Hermione almost sighed. Of course it was Lavender Brown. It was probably the fifth time Hermione had caught her wandering around the corridors with a boy.
Whoever "Won-won" was, Hermione felt bad for him. Lavender had quite the reputation around Hogwarts and went through more boys than anyone she knew. Though, knowing boys, they probably wouldn't care as long as they got a decent snog out of it.
Abruptly, Hermione realized that she should probably stop the couple before they went any farther than snogging, to save her some embarrassment. Pulling in a deep breath and raising her head high, she stepped out of the shadows.
As she stared at the scene in front of her, Hermione had never felt such a strong urge to cry. But she couldn't cry, not now at least. She made her expression as blank as possible and coughed loudly.
"Hermione!" Ron gasped, his face turning an unattractive shade of red.
She stared at Ron and Lavender for what felt like hours, she felt nothing but pure loathing. She slowly started to retreat; the betrayal she felt was beginning to feel crippling.
"Ron." She finally whispered. "You stood me up for this slut? How could you? I loved you."
He tried to reach out to her, but it was too late. Hermione was running.