A/N: Just some drabbles floating around my head. reviews are very welcome!
This first one actually happened to a friend of a friend so thanks RJ for telling me!
I do not own JK Rowling's work.
You thought you actually stood a chance?
Hermione clenched her hands into fists as she buried her face into her arms at her favorite table in the library, safe behind walls of books so old no one except herself and Madam Pince ventured there.
Did you really think a guy, any guy would look at you twice?
She felt fresh tears flow as Lavender's cruel words echoed in her head.
Look at yourself Hermione. Your hair..and those teeth!
It was true. Every word was true. How could she get angry when every word Lavender spoke was true?
I'm not being cruel Hermione. I just feel like you should know how badly you're embarrassing yourself before you make it worse. Everyone can see it. Ron isn't attracted to you Hermione, you have to accept that.
Hermione felt a huge sob rack her frame and she whimpered silently to herself. She couldn't talk to anyone about it. Even Harry never knew exactly what to say. How could he when she wasn't sure what she needed to hear?
Lavender had been right of course. She wasn't pretty. Or even moderately good looking. Plain ugly know-it-all Hermione. That's all she was. She felt the calm of despair settle slowly.
She was suddenly aware of someone gently putting a cloak over her shoulders. She let the stranger do so, too miserable to react.
The stranger stroked her hair softly and even though she had no idea who he or she was she felt herself calming down.
"Granger?"
She froze. That voice..it belonged to-
"Malfoy!"
She leapt up and covered her face with her hands, trying to hide her hideous face with puffy eyes and red nose.
He stood up, went over to her and pulled her hands away from her face. She cringed, waiting for the insults to start.
He stared at her for a very long time. At last he spoke and she realized with a start it was exactly what she needed to hear.
"You know you're so beautiful?"