It had been a week since the kiss, and people we're still getting used to the idea of Hermione and Neville. Especially Ron. He protested every night before they went to bed, 'Why do you like her?' and 'You know shes going to end up bossy!' But Neville didn't care. He was happy. And he could only hope Hermione was happy too. He never saw her eat at any of the meals. He figured it was because She was helping Ginny with the OWLs. She was studying more, and more. She barley had time for friends, or Neville for that matter. But when the did get to see each other, there hands always found there way onto the other persons body. They never go tired of it. Each day was wrought with new wonders of their relationship. And the only person who seemed to mind was Ron.
"Will you two quit it!" He yelled. He hated seeing the girl he loved snog one of his friends.
"Well, excuse me for snogging my boyfriend when your over there practically taking Lavenders clothes off!" She shot back. She was tired of it being a double standard. Ron could do what ever he wanted, but as soon as she kissed someone he was pissed. It just wasn't fair. Ron tried to say something, but he couldn't. He stormed up to his dormitory, swearing under his breath. Hermione kissed Neville and left out the portrait hole. She didn't know where she was going, but she was going somewhere. She let her feet take her to wherever they would go. To her surprise, they took her to the dungeons. As soon she realized it, she hurried to get out of there. But one pale skinned Slytherien she knew all to well noticed. He stopped her right outside the great hall.
"Well, well, well. A mudblood in the dungeons? What could you possibly want?" He sneered. A smirk played on his lips. He took in her body, even under her robes he could see she was thin, fragile even. He would never admit it, but over the years he grew quite fond on Hermione. He never showed it, but when they we're around each other he was positively delighted to be near her. He loved everything about her. She was just simply gorgeous.
"Shut up Malfoy, just leave me alone." She said hurriedly. She hadn't eaten since her and Neville got together, she needed to be perfect for him. Her head was reeling, she felt lightheaded and nauseous.
"Now, now. Calm down, we're all friends here right?" He said in a soft tone. He didn't care anymore, he loved her. And he'd be damned if Longbottom would get her. She started to look uneasy, he tried to steady her but she pushed him off feebly. He was concerned, she was never seen eating and now she was passing out? He worried alot about her, whether anyone knew or not. He wanted her to be okay. She stumbled back words and he helped her gain her balance. She didnt protest to his touch this time, she welcomed it. It was warm and pleasant, unlike her cold, harsh skin. She was passing out, but before she did she mumbled something. It was something that sounded much, to Draco, like 'I love you..'