Disclaimer: I do not under any circumstances own the Harry Potter books, the characters, or the magical awesomeness from the books (minus the random made-up spell here and there), but I do own the plot. The plot is MINE!

A/N: hello people :D so this is my first Harry Potter fanfic and I know that, for my first one, my pairing is rather unconventional but this story just came to me so easily, and basically wrote itself. It begged to be posted the moment it was finished. So here it is and I really hope you guys like it.

Her

So you better hear me out this much you owe me
I gave up my life for you, totally devoted to you while I've stayed
Paved for all the way this is how I fucking get repaid
Look at how I dress, fucking baggy sweats, go to work a mess
Always in a rush to get back to you, I ain't heard you yet
Not even once say you appreciate me, I deserve respect
I've done my best to give you nothing less then perfectness
And I know that if I end this I'll no longer have nothing left
But you keep treating me like a staircase, it's time to fucking step
And I won't be coming back, so don't hold your fucking breath
-Eminem

Hermione's POV

That bastard. That bastard. That bastard!

I wiped angry tears away from my cheeks as I ran down the corridor leading to the front doors of Hogwarts. I ran smack into one of the doors, which, unfortunately, didn't open with the intended dramatics I had expected. Instead I rammed the door with a surprisingly, not to mention frustratingly, light force. I groaned and leaned against the heavy door staring down the empty corridor hyperventilating.

If I were truly thinking rationally, I would be crying my eyes out in the private room I had been given as a Perfect. Well… if I were really truly being rational, I wouldn't be crying or running around or hyperventilating in the middle of the night, period.

I always knew this would happen… rationally. But love wasn't rational now was it?

Love. I loved him. I had loved him. After all, he was the reason I was crying, wasn't it?

A sob escaped my throat as my brain decided to relive my deciding moment.

He was sitting in the common room, Harry attempting to help Ginny master the skills of chess. Her brow furrowed in annoyance as Harry made a move that had her trapped. I remember my heart stopping at the way Harry looked at her. His piercing green eyes betraying his true and undulated love for her. But there was that underlying fear that he wouldn't be enough to protect Ginny from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named; our last year at Hogwarts was like a painful and continuous reminder of what we couldn't control.

Although I refused to dwell on this; it was one measly week away from valentines day for goodness sake! Her and Ron were going to go to the dance, then had planned on hanging out in her room all night (wink wink), but what she saw made her stop in her tracks and her heart splutter uncomfortably in her chest was Ron. There he was, brushing a piece of hair delicately from Lavender Brown's face with an expression I had expected to only truly belong to me. Apparently not.

I stood there watching, frozen, paralyzed by my betrayal. My best friend. My best friend. My boyfriend.

Ginny was the first one to notice me.

Then Harry.

Then Ron.

He jumped away from Lavender so fast you would think she burned him.

"Hermione, it's not what you think," he said, reaching out for me across the room, not making a single effort to walk toward me or comfort me or give me a real apology. After all, 'it's not what you think' is one of the most cliché lines he could've chosen, and wasn't considered an apology, only an excuse. Which meant what he had done, he knew was wrong and he felt he had to justify it.

"Don't bother," I whispered as I dropped my bag with a ridiculously loud thud. That's the reason I was late. Studying in the library. My Arithmancy class was kicking my ass and I desperately needed to pass the next test in two weeks time.

My last thought before hurling my body onto the from doors of Hogwarts was, I'm the reason he wants her. I'm more devoted to my schoolwork then I am with him. I drove him into her arms. I will never be good enough.

I threw my head back into the door; the pain of that stopping my seemingly ever flowing tears. I sighed at my idiocy of basically hitting my head against the door as a horribly sharp pain shot from my head to the tips of my fingers and a strange, unwelcome wetness began to stretch from the back of my head and down my neck.

I will never be good enough.

And then the door I was leaning against was opened and I was flung to the floor… almost.

A pair of arms caught me midfall.

"Granger?" a familiar voice said, filled with surprise. This particular voice sounded strange filled with this emotion. Considering Draco Malfoy had the emotional span of a teaspoon.

I felt his hands tightened under my elbows, trying to pull me up, trying to stand me up correctly and keep me steady.

I raised my head, trying to tell him to let me go, to get his hands off me. But I didn't know which one to tell; there were two of him. I blinked my eyes a couple of times, forcing them to focus on him, or at least one of him.

"Granger, what the hell?" It was hard to mistake the panic in his voice. I blinked one more time and finally, for a small moment, I clearly saw those incredibly blue eyes and that ridiculously platinum blonde hair, and I only got to speak two words. Two words that were the start of something, something I would've never expected.

In a voice I would've never recognized as my own , I whispered, "Help me," and then everything went dark.

The last thing I saw was the pure, raw surprise on Draco's face, and the last thing I thought was that he looked so much better without that unattractive sneer that's normally cast on his lips.

A/N: make Hermione feel better with some reviews? :D