Unexpected Comfort

(AN: Hey everyone! This is my first one-shot, I hope y'all like it. If I get enough reviews asking for it to be made into a multi-chapter I will. Please enjoy, if you don't like it, please just stop reading, sending hate won't make the story better, it'll just upset me.)

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its wonderful world do not belong to me, I simply like to retreat there and play with the characters

Pairing: Draco/Hermione/Blaise, Ron/Lavander

Please enjoy!)

Hermione was fed up with his lies. The lipstick stains, the scent of a perfume she didn't wear clinging to his clothes, the late nights at "Quidditch practice". Did he think she was stupid? Ron had pushed her over the edge, and she was beyond done. She didn't look at him throughout dinner in the Great Hall. She left before he finished eating like a caveman and waited patiently for him in his dorm. He came in about a half hour later with Harry. Seeing the look on her face and the dried tear trails on her cheeks; Harry turned right around and shut the door after leaving. Ron gulped at her and fumbled with his tie.

"It's over Ron, go ahead and be with whomever it is you've been sneaking around with," she stood and looked him right in the eyes. "I hope she was worth it," ignoring his pleas she walked out of the room. Down in the common room Harry shot her a concerned look but she just shook her head; she couldn't handle talking to anyone right now. Pushing her way through the hoard of people, she left out the portrait hole and went to find a quiet place to cry.

That place happened to be an alcove in the dungeons hidden partially by a suit of armor. She curled up against the cold stone wall and let it out. She had known Ron was cheating on her for about a month now, but she always hoped he would stop. Thinking back, she should've confronted him the first time she suspected something. It was too late now.

She heard footsteps coming towards her and tried to muffle her crying with her hands. Apparently, she didn't do a good enough job because she was suddenly confronted with two pairs of feet at eye level. She let her eyes travel up and mentally kicked herself when she was met with the faces of Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini.

"Granger, are you crying?" Zabini asked incredulously. He took in her puffy red eyes, the watery black trails of mascara on her rosy cheeks, and her quivering lip. She sniffled and he looked at Draco, who nodded.

"Please just leave me alone," Hermione said in a quiet, tired voice. She didn't want to have to deal with them right now, she was already emotionally exhausted. She put her guard up when she noticed they seemed to be having a silent conversation.

She placed her hand on her wand hidden in her cloak when Malfoy knelt down next to her.

"Relax, Granger. I was just going to let you use my handkerchief, your mascara is running," he handed her a black piece of cloth with the letters D.M. embroidered in green.

She eyed it warily before taking it from his hands and wiping away the black tear trails. "Thank you Malfoy," she said sincerely, "but why do you care?" she looked at him, a curious look on her face.

"We really aren't so bad Gr- Hermione," Blaise corrected himself. She jerked her head up to look at him, disbelief clear in her eyes. Weren't they just calling her a filthy little mudblood yesterday?

"You have to understand," Draco began; "Our families have eyes in the school, and if they hear we're not 'living up to their expectations…'" he trailed off, looking at her apologetically. She didn't know whether or not they were telling the truth, though it certainly sounded like something Lucius Malfoy would do. Whatever was true, they were being kind to her now.

"I believe you," she sniffed, wiping away the last of her tears.

"So why are you holed up crying?" Blaise asked gently, he didn't want her to start crying again. When her lip started quivering he got down and hugged her, she froze but when he didn't let go, she hugged him back. She cried into his shirt, staining it with her tears.

"Ron-, " was all she got out before Draco and Blaise simultaneously groaned. They knew he'd end up hurting her. She was too innocent, too pure for the likes of him; that is, a man-whore.

"What did he do Granger?" Malfoy asked, his jaw set in anger. He understood that he was rude to her, but Weasley was her friend! That weasel was someone who was supposed to be comforting her when she cried, not the one making her cry.

She took some deep breathes, calming down enough to speak clearly, "I think he's been cheating for about a month, I confronted him and broke up with him this evening," she hiccupped and leaned back from Blaise. The boys looked enraged.

"He's your friend! How could he do something like that? Please Granger, tell me you're not just going to go forgive him," Malfoy spat. Weasley wasn't going to be in very good shape after he and Blaise were done with him.

"Call me Hermione, when you can at least," Hermione told him, a soft smile gracing her lips.

"Call me Draco," he returned her smile, it looked strange on his face. It was a genuine smile, not the sneer he usually shot her way. She nodded and stood up.

"No, I'm not forgiving him, at least not right now." She grimaced, thinking about having classes with him tomorrow. She shook her head and smiled. The two boys had truly surprised her. "I should be getting back, I need some sleep anyways. Thank you guys for everything," She smiled and handed Draco his handkerchief back.

"You're welcome to use it again should Weasley keep bothering you." Draco said with a serious expression. She nodded and gave a little wave before heading back to Gryffindor tower.

Once she was out of ear shot Blaise turned to Draco, "Mate, we have to do something about Weasley if we ever want to have her be ours," he said, a smirk creeping onto his face.

"Six years of this hellhole and we might finally get our girl, we just need to get Weasley out of the way," he mused as they walked back to the Common Room, his trademark smirk on his face.