A little comfort
"Freaking Lavender and her freaking curls and her freaking snogging sessions with Ron." Hermione stomped through the damn corridor. Her tear stained face making her almost unrecognizable. Even Peeves took pity on her, patting her on the shoulder before moving elsewhere to annoy Filch.
"What with her IQ of about 2.5 and 40 pound makeup… what does he even see in that donkey?" Hermione sobbed as she rounded a corner.
"Ouch!" She stared up at the figure she just bumped into.
"Granger… Are you alright?" Draco Malfoy towered over her, still dressed in his goddamn Quidditch robes. He looked slightly uncertain.
"Sorry…" Hermione mumbled and apology and started to walk past him.
She felt and hand circle around her and pull her back, making her come face to face with an annoyed Draco.
"You're not going anywhere until you tell me what happened." He commanded, leading her into an unused and slightly dusty classroom.
"Oh why would you care? We've hated each other for so many years. You honestly think I will tell you…"
"Honestly Granger!" He threw up his arms, "I can't stand seeing even my worst nightmare like this."
The brunette let out a cold laugh, shaking her head.
Draco cupped his hand around her face, taking her by surprise.
"Go on, Granger. Spill." He scowled at her.
"Alright Malfoy. But I still hate you."
So Hermione told him, and his expression went from rage, pity, disgusted and finally, anger.
"I'm really sorry, Hermione."
"Did… did you just…" Hermione stared up at him, wide eyed.
"Call you by your first name? Yeah." Draco smirked and hugged her. "I'm really sorry…" Draco mumbled into Hermione's hair.
"Don't get me wrong, Draco Malfoy. I still hate you." Hermione smiled weakly and wrapped her arms tighter around him.
"I hate you too, Granger." Draco smiled back.