Hermione's POV

'Hmm….the halls are looking especially cheerful today.' I thought as I rounded a corner and kept walking down one of the humongous halls Hogwarts had, and they had many. I was making my way up to potions class, when I saw 2 familiar faces that made my day instantly go sour. It wouldn't have had an affect on me if I had just walked by and they were just talking or something of that sort that I could tolerate. I do see them everyday basically, especially Draco, so it wouldn't have made such a big deal, right?

No, it was Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, snogging vigorously, not caring if the whole Hogwarts were watching them. Draco's hands were moving their way up and down Pansy's slim body, caressing them in the heat of the "passion", even going under her shirt and feeling her well-sized breasts, and Pansy (obviously) not caring, and in fact, was enjoying it.

'Ugh! Way to ruin my vision! I won't be able to eat, having my mind remind itself of such disgusting activities! This day just keeps on getting worse every second.' I just kept on walking faster, but not before sending a very exaggerated (on purpose, of course), disgusted look at them. I had to deal with this nincompoop everyday ever since I came back to my 7th year, me being Head Girl, and him - might I add horribly - being Head Boy. It was a huge shock to me, I mean, we all pretty much KNEW Harry was going to get Head Boy, after all he had done, saving the world and all, you would think Hogwarts would repay him somehow.

But no, they gave it Draco Malfoy.

A DEATHEATER. A disgusting prat, who thinks mudbloods should just rot in hell, just because of how they were born! He always looks at me with such a face, that even I can't put a name to it, but trust me, it makes me want to punch him repeatedly right there on the spot.

Not only was he Head Boy, but we both had to live TOGETHER, AS IN THE SAME COMMON ROOM. So when I would have to wake up in the morning, and go down to leave for the Great Hall, I have to see his face right when I wake up, which trust me, it's definitely not a pretty site I want to wake up to. After that, we basically have all our classes together, and at night, I can't even sit on the couch with Crookshanks because HE is always there, either alone, or with some slut doing-you-know-what. How irresponsible! I still can't believe he is the Head Boy, he doesn't even deserve it. I can think of another gazillion names other than him to be Head Boy, and that are WAY more qualified than Malfoy.

Draco's POV

Great, just great. I was having my fun snogging Pansy when all of the sudden the mudblood saw us. I tried ignoring her, but she was just staring at us with such disgust that I couldn't help but her make her feel even more awkward by sliding up my hands under Pansy's shirt and rubbing her perky nipples. It was amusing to see her face scrunch up and have her look as if she's about to vomit. Too bad she left though, I could have taken it to the next level to make her feel even worse.

Normal POV

Hermione was on the couch, reading "The Fault In Our Stars" while shedding so many tears, that her whole chest and shirt were drenched by her tears. The book was just goddamn sad and emotional in ways you can't even explain! She kept grabbing tissues to wipe her face but it was no use, the tears just kept coming. She really needed to stop reading this book if she wanted to have a clean shirt for Saturday morning tomorrow. Right when she was about flip the page, she heard the door to the common room open and her eyes widened. 'He's here…..shit.' she thought. She grabbed the book and the tissues and made a run for it before a voice stopped her right on her tracks.

"Yo, where are you going in such a hurry?" Draco asked, just by listening to his voice, you can tell he was half amused, and half irritated to have to deal with a mudblood. You could also tell he was smirking.

Hermione tried to calm down her sobs before turning to him, but when she set eyes on him, she was instantly reminded of Augustus, if it weren't for the whitish-blond hair, they would have been twins. She started crying again, with no control of her emotions. If the room weren't so far away from all the other common rooms, someone would have come in to check what was wrong by the amount of noise Hermione was making.

Draco's eyes instantly widened. "Hey…." he asked hesitantly "a-are you okay?"

When Hermione heard the word 'okay', she couldn't control it anymore, she started sobbing even more, and at that point, there was no way you could stop the crying. Draco was panicking, sure, he hated the girl to death, but he couldn't just stand around when she was bawling her eyes out, about to collapse on the floor. He wasn't such an awful person, he wasn't the same Draco. After the war, he had realized he had always been too cruel to people, and decided to take baby-steps into changing his ways. He was starting to act more civil towards other Houses and even some half-bloods that didn't completely get on his nerves. He was nowhere near getting over the mudblood situation, but he was, afterall, taking baby-steps.

Just as he had guessed, she started slowly collapsing into the floor, first one knee, and after a few seconds, then the other, until she was sprawled across the floor, clutching the book, while spitting out nonsense that only Draco could understand a few words from, like 'okay' or 'I do, Augustus, I do!' or the most strangest thing to him was 'The cigar was only a metaphor, ONLY A METAPHOR!'

He was downright scared. He had never had to deal with women crying, and if he ever spotted his mom crying after being beaten by his father, then she would instantly hide the tears and hug him tightly. This was new territory for him, and he had no idea what to do.