Draco sat at the edge of his bed, pressing his knuckles into his eyes angrily. Why had it bothered him so much? They weren't even that serious.
You know why, Draco. Because once in your lifetime, you had felt like you had friends other than Zabini.
He pushed this thought out of his head and stood up quickly, making himself go lightheaded, and sitting back down again. It was a Friday afternoon, exactly a week since Harry and him had ended it between each other. He once again realized, that love made a person weak, and that all good things, eventually, must come to an end.
The thing that scared Draco Malfoy the most was the fact that there was a good chance he'd lose the few people that were close to Harry, that had became close to him. He believed that in the long run, they'd all obviously choose Harry over him. So since Harry and him split, Draco had confined himself to the Slytherin common room, and his dorm, hoping that there was a chance that he could find any means of distraction from one of the biggest losses of his life. He also skipped far too many classes, and now, was struggling to actually go to his afternoon class.
Eventually he got himself back out of bed, and pulled his bag over his shoulder. If he missed one more Defense Against The Dark Arts class, he knew that Slughorn would make it his personal goal to get Draco left behind a year and repeat it. Draco was pretty sure that a number of his other professors felt the exact way.
So with a heavy heart, Draco walked into the common room, instantly going over to Blaise Zabini, who had taken it upon himself to become somewhat of his personal body guard. Blaise was the only person left in Slytherin that actually accepted his relations with Potter, and Draco had found a new appreciation for his friend.
Upon arriving to D.A.D.A, Draco and Blaise took the seat closest to the back of the room, and Draco ignored the Gryffindors and his fellow Slytherins that piled through, talking loudly. He opened up his book, and flipped through the pages absentmindedly, not paying any attention to what was on the pages.
The class passed surprisingly fast, and before he knew it, the bell was ringing from somewhere in the castle and chairs were scraping across the floor.
"!"
Draco froze as he heard Slughorn call his name, and he felt the remaining students turn towards him. He looked up at his professor.
"I'd like to see you for a minute." Slughorn said as he put his student roster into his bag.
"See you back at the common room." Draco mumbled to Blaise, grabbing his bag and walking to the front of the room.
"Yes, Professor?" he drawled.
"You haven't been in classes all week, boy. Is everything alright?" Slughorn asked.
"Been feeling a bit off lately." Draco lied, staring at him as if nothing was bothering him.
Slughorn studied Draco for a moment, then cleared his throat. "In order for you to pass this class, I have an option for you. Go to the library, pick out a book from this list of topics," Slughorn said, pulling a piece of parchment out of his bag and handing it to Draco, "read it, and critique it. You're lucky I'm not making you do any more than this, ."
Draco nodded, not protesting the slightest. He realized that the more work he has, the less he'd think of Potter. "I'll work on it right away, professor." he said, turning and leaving.
He made his way to the library, students all making their way to the grounds to enjoy the rest of their afternoon, which made him feel slightly better about going to the library, considering there wouldn't be as many people there.
He scanned the shelves, looking at the list of topics, and finally found a book about Griffins, and pulled it off the shelf, making his way to a table. The library was practically empty, so it was easy to find a seat farthest away from where the main crowd usually was, and he opened up the book and started to read intently, determined to keep his mind off of everything else.
It was the sixth year of Hermione's Hogwarts school career so far all that has really happened was that Harry was sadder than ever because of losing Sirius. True he had a right to be sad but she was starting to worry that he wouldn't be happy ever again. She walked down the halls of Hogwarts just thinking to herself and worrying about Harry.
Hermione looked up from where she was looking and saw Ron and Lavender holding hands and looking at each other. That was another thing, it wasn't helping that she was feeling all alone now. Ron had a girlfriend and Harry well was busy all the time now and didn't really want to be bothered with anyone or anything at all. She stopped and leaned against the wall closing her eyes softly wondering if anything will be the same ever again. The two people whom talked to her the most or well use to talk to her wasn't hardly speaking to her.
She decide that now most of her time was going to be in the library, if anyone wanted her they would know where to find her. However she couldn't help but remember the Department of Mysteries last year. Even though she was told what had happened after she was hit with the curse that knocked her out, she still felt horrible for not being able to help. She slowly touched her scar on her chest remembering when she was hit then waking up in the hospital. Hermione felt horrible and wasn't sure what to do anymore, she slowly walked towards the library.
The Daily Profit and everyone in the Wizarding World finally believed Harry that Voldemort was back. Now they was putting too much pressure on him calling him the 'Chosen One' it may be true that he would save the Wizarding World but he had enough pressure on him. Not to mention all the classes that was going on. Decide a long time ago that no matter what happened she would stand by Harry. She did when everyone didn't believe him about Voldemort last year, and when she knew the Department of Mysteries was a trap. She made sure she stuck by him when everyone thought he put his name in the Goblet of Fire, even though Ron thought Harry did. She stood by him and saved Sirius their third year. She did her best her second year however when she was petrified she couldn't do much. Their first year with helping him realize he was a great wizard and he was stronger than he thought. She smiled gently remembering their good times.
Hermione finally got to the library with all her books and parchment. Hermione looked down the way and found a table in the back as she sat down and started working on her potions essay. She wasn't sure who would find her in here or if anyone wanted to, which she guessed would be fine with her. She sat there alone for she didn't know how long, however she knew that this year was going to be dangerous just like the last few years.
Hermione had not really spoke to Harry since he broke up with Draco. To be honest she hated the fact they did break up. Hermione was actually starting to really get to know him, her eyes narrowed and sighed gently closing her eyes. Then bit her bottom lip as she looked to her left seeing Draco, she could not believe it. He was finally out and about; at least he was finally out of that common room. She looked around and saw that no one was looking she took a deep breath and put her books down. She ran and hugged him tightly, "Draco! Are you, I mean how are you?" She said in a sincere concerned voice.