She stood observing her pale goose-bumped skin in the old full body mirror of her dormitory. Softly brushing her finger tips over the visible stretch marks on her thighs, her thoughts went straight to him. The moon light penetrated the room, falling over not perfect stomach, she felt a knot that made her nauseous.
"This is why", Hermione said out loud, she drove the love of her life into the arms of a whore. With eyes full of tears she crawled into the her big lonely bed, and tonight ,like most nights this week, she cried her self to sleep.
The next morning nothing changed, she avoided her friends because he was there. During potions she almost felt someone staring at her, but it was probably just paranoia. In the corner of her eye she saw the cunning smile of the Slytherin Prince.
"What's wrong" Ginny pestered her "why are you avoiding us? We miss you"
"I promise I'm fine, I just want time alone" Hermione lied.
To avoid contact with friends once more, she hid herself in the library. Lost in the world of muggle literature, she felt comfort for once in her life she was not the porcelain Miss goody two shoes; she could be become a heroic governess or Victorian detective. In a complete haze she missed the fact that night had fallen. The library closed and the only light visible was a candle across the room and her own. She could not think who else in the whole school would stay in the library at such an hour. Her eyes took time to adjust to the dark, but it did not improve her image of the figure in front. Suddenly she felt conscious, moving the wild curls from her face and adjusted her tie. Her eyes on the book she felt a cold breath on the back of her neck.
She shot to her feet to find the figure from across the room to be the Head Boy.
"Mudblood" the cold crips voice of Draco echoed in the dark library.
"Oh what do you want?, you startled me Malfoy"
"Since when are Gryffindors scared" his mocking tone irritated her beyond belief.
" I never said -"
He interrupted "heard you and the weasel broke up, because he had his tongue down lavenders throat"
What felt like her heart shattering seemed to last forever and again just like all the times before she felt a tear roll down her cheek. Lost for words and ways in which to insult him she simply sobbed "You're a jerk you know that?".
And with those words she was gone.