(A/N: J.K. Rowling owns everything. I just made this plot. This is my gift to the late and great Casey Calvert.)

"Hermione!" Draco bellowed from the couch

"How do you turn this damn thing on again?" He muttered to himself

"Hermione, get over here!" He screamed in desperation

When he heard no reply of screams and yells he became worried. He decided to see what was wrong with Hermione.

As he entered the kitchen he saw her bushy hair spread across their dinner table, her head slumped over her arms. Hermione was crying. Well, it seemed she was stopping. Her shoulders twitched from the aftermath as she inhaled sharply. Draco silently wondered how he hadn't noticed before.

"Oh what is it now?" He whispered sarcastically to himself as he walked towards her from his stance by the doorframe

He pulled out a seat next to her and sat abruptly, then rested his head on his crossed arms, just as she. Now their faces were inches apart on the table.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked sincerely before adding "Was it a guy? Did he hurt you? Consider him dead."

Hermione shook her head, but smiled timidly at his innocent concern. She waited a few moments to calm herself before she sat up.

"Pansy got the internship." She said as she cast her gaze on her shoes

"That makes you cry?" He asked without thinking.

"I was supposed to get chosen as the intern for the new department. Muggle Relations, remember I told you?" She asked looking at him for a sign of support

"Oh, yes." He lied "You sure love those muggles."

She glared at him through teary eyes before continuing.

"I don't even know why they chose her for the Ministry and for Merlin's sake, she doesn't even like muggles. They promoted her because she walks around in that shirt of hers…always showing her breasts…no respect…unprofessional." She grumbled

Draco hushed by taking her hands in his own in a firm clasp as she ran out of breath from describing Pansy.

"Stop it, Hermione. You're still head girl. Isn't that what you have dreamed about since you were three? Here, why don't we go to dinner tonight to take your mind from it?" He asked as she mumbled obscenities

The Heads had permission to do about anything nowadays. Draco was sure Dumbledore would have no problem with them going out to dinner this once, especially because he had suspected that they would not get along in such close quarters

"No thanks." She muttered

"Why do you have to be so difficult? So, what if Pansy got chosen? Get over it, Hermione." Draco said suddenly

He was surprised as Hermione took his arm in her hands and pulled up his sleeve revealing his mark.

"It's not like you would understand. You already got what you wanted." Hermione said slowly as she traced around the mark.

His pale grey eyes turned fierce as he hastily pulled his arm away and pulled his sleeve down before leaving the room

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." Hermione said surprised at his sudden reaction

Her palm hit her forehead in frustration.

(A/N: One shot? It's your choice)